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June of Doom Day 7

“What happened?” | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

Content: character "death", slit throat, nightmare, captivity

Whumpee was tied to a chair as Whumper walked towards them with a cruel grin on their face. Whumpee's breath got faster as they struggled against the restraints.

"Long time no see Whumpee."

Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as they noticed Whumper was holding a knife.

"I thought I'd lost you. You really put me to a lot of trouble running away like that."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper lifted the knife to their throat.

"You turned me in too. I really thought I could trust you."

Whumpee hissed through their teeth as Whumper pressed down the knife enough to draw blood.

"You know I love you Whumpee. I really do, but I just can't stand to look at you after you betrayed me like that. To end my troubles I think I might just have to end you."

Whumpee screamed as Whumper slit their throat. Blood gargled in their mouth and then everything went black.

Whumpee woke up with a scream and frantic breaths. Oh gosh. This can't be happening. Whumper was going to kill them. They were gonna die with that- They realized that Whumper wasn't there. They looked around with bleary eyes. Were they... oh. They were in their room. They reached up to touch their throat with shaky hands. There was no blood. Relief washed over them. They were alive. Whumper didn't win.

Whumpee stumbled out of bed. Gosh, their throat was so dry. They needed water. They took a few unsteady steps before crashing into the wall.

Caretaker came bursting through the door, eyes widening at seeing Whumpee's state. They were leaning against the wall on wobbly legs, sweat and confusion on their face.

Caretaker rushed over to Whumpee and carefully helped them sit down. "Whumpee! What happened?"

"Uhh... I don't really know. I- I was with Whumper and he... killed me. Then I was here and... Can you get me some water please?"

"Of course."

Caretaker came back shortly and handed Whumpee the water which they downed in a few seconds.

"Th-thank you."

"Sure." Caretaker looked at Whumpee, concern lacing their features. "You said you were with Whumper. He's gone, has been for a while. You're safe now. I'm guessing you had another nightmare."

"Uh, yeah. I guess so."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really if that's okay." Whumpee's face turned red, "Could you... um maybe tuck me back in?"

Caretaker smiled, "Of course sweetheart."

Caretaker helped Whumpee into bed and wrapped them up in big, fluffy blankets until they were comfy. They stayed at Whumpee's bedside, playing with their hair. Caretaker smiled as Whumpee peacefully drifted to sleep. They hoped it would stay that way for a while. Whumpee could really use the rest.

“Over here we have our latest experiment C1TR4 they are a humanoid cyborg feline, they have Enhanced vision (night vision and thermal sensors). Retractable claws capable of cutting through metal. Superhuman agility and reflexes. Hidden compartments in their robotic limbs for tools or weapons.” The scientist would bang on the glass to get C1TR4 away from the window “I apologize for the bothersome noise they are making a few volts should keep them quiet.”

Frozen Tears

Warnings: captivity, hypothermia, cold torture

“HELLO!” Whumpee shouted as they banged on the door to the cell they’d been thrown into hours ago. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”

They had been banging on the door for hours. Hours after Whumper had shoved them in here. Hours after they had walked every inch of the tiny cell looking for a way to escape. Hours after realizing if they didn’t get out of here soon, they would likely freeze. 

“PLEASE!” They said as another shiver wracked their body. They were so cold. And so tired. But they couldn’t stop. 

But they had to. It was becoming too hard to raise their fist to the door. Too hard to keep standing. As they slid down the door, rolling into a ball, they began to cry. It was hopeless. 

Whumpee was too tired and cold to notice that their tears froze on their cheeks, beading their eyelashes with tiny icicles. They were too cold and tired to notice the camera pointed directly at them from an observation window. And they were too tired and cold to notice when the door finally opened.