Christmas Whump !!!
Tysm @whumperofworlds for this prompt :3 I really enjoyed writing it and it's a little bit longer than I intended.
TW's: Mention of Blood, injuries, bruising. (Idk what else if I missed anything let me know!
Whumpee sat in their living room, sinking into the worn sofa they had bought second hand a couple months ago. But it was theirs. Everything in this apartment was Whumpee’s. The shabby furniture, the slightly flickering Christmas lights haphazardly taped to the wall, the sad looking Christmas tree that was slightly leaning to one side. There were no presents underneath it but Whumpee expected that-no one knew they were here- not Whumper, not Caretaker.
They paused in their thoughts.
Caretaker… maybe they should try to contact them- but what if they had moved on from them? Lost hope in Whumpee ever coming back? What if Whumpee went to their old apartment with them and Caretaker would be sitting there with someone else? What if?-
They shook the thoughts out of their head with a gasp, tears pricking at their eyes. They need to stop- stop thinking about everyone else.
This Christmas- their first Christmas on their own yes, but they’re safe. Bruises are yellowing their cuts,scrapes and wounds are scabbing over.
Bit by bit, month by month, Whumpee is healing.
After a very sad looking Christmas dinner on their own- Whumpee has never been happier, curled on their sofa- with a mug of hot chocolate, watching some cringey Christmas film on the TV.
A sharp knock on their door makes them jump, nearly spilling the mug, their breath catching in their throat.
Their mind is only filled with one name as they creep to the front door, as quietly as they could.
Whumper. It has to be them- no one else would knock that hard- surely? Caretaker definitely wouldn’t- it has-
They pause, hand hovering over the handle.
Maybe they’re over thinking this. Maybe it’s just a neighbour in this apartment block, maybe they didn’t hear a knock at all.
Whumper would never find them here. They’d made sure of that.
They take a deep breath and it’s a bit shakier than they’d like. Their hand finally makes contact with the handle. Without a second thought they yank it open.
And stumble back with a horrified gasp.
“Caretaker?” They whisper.
Caretaker it is. Bound in red ribbon, stained darker from blood in certain places. Their breathing is heaving through the gag. But their swollen eyes widen in disbelief at the sight of Whumpee, before shortly welling up with tears. They were bleeding heavily in multiple places.
Whumpee didn’t know what to do- they didn’t do this stuff- Caretaker usually did.
They looked back at Caretaker- and the tears in their eyes.
A few hours later and Whumpee had patched them up the best they could with what little stuff they had. Caretaker was half conscious on the couch as Whumpee awkwardly poured water into their mouth. Once they’d finished the whole bottle Whumpee stepped back, a little weary of their reaction.
Caretaker had stopped crying a bit ago, their breathing no longer as raspy after Whumpee cut away the ribbon gag.
“Whumpee- I’m- I’m so sorry-” They whispered- their voice strained.
Whumpee stepped closer, kneeling down next to the couch, their hand hesitantly reaching out to cup Caretaker’s face.
“Don’t Caretaker- please, just rest- I’ll be here-”
Caretaker didn’t need telling twice, almost instantly falling asleep, Whumpee knelt there, running their hand through their hair.
Whumper knew where they were for sure now. But Whumpee wasn’t scared.
Whumpee was furious- at the mere thought of Whumper even being near Caretaker- and now they had reduced them to this- a weak trembling mess.
Whumpee wasn’t going to let this happen again, not to Caretaker, not to themselves- not to anyone.
They were going to stop this.
