#how i love a good rescue
Caretaker gently cradled the back of Whumpee’s head against their chest, their eyes darting nervously around the cold, dark room they’d been locked in for so long as they carefully pushed both of them further into the corner. The steel door that kept them trapped was slowly beginning to open, the sound of voices being enough to cause Whumpee to whimper tiredly against their shoulder.
“Caretaker…”
“I got you,” they mumbled, forcing their arms a little tighter around Whumpee’s trembling body.
After a moment, however, they found themselves releasing the breath they didn’t even know they were holding, still on edge as three unfamiliar figures stepped through the large door.
“It’s okay,” one of them assured them as they edged closer. Noticing Caretaker’s hesitatancy towards them, along with the way they instinctively shifted themselves so Whumpee was still out of their reach, they offered a gentle smile. “We’re here to rescue you.”
“It’s okay,” the caregiver whispers, wrapping their arms around the stoic whumpee. “It’s okay.” Their fingers run through the whumpee’s hair and the latter melts, unable to hold back their tears. They return the caregiver’s hug, burying their head in the caregiver’s shoulder.
“The worst is over.”
