Prompt #72

“Please- no, don’t leave me!” Whumpee wails, scrambling across the floor on hands and knees, a shaking hand reaching for whumper’s legs.

This was requested by @sander-sideblog, it was number 99, “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”  With Logan, Roman, and Patton

Thanks@sanders-trash-4ever for helping with this!

Not gonna lie, I already had this halfway done, then I got this prompt and I was like  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). So here we are with a full length fic! - Spacey

Words: 1131

Warnings:Crying, abandonment

“You know if you planned ahead and got tickets before last minute you wouldn’t miss it dad.”

“I’ve already told you Roman, we just forgot-”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday? No you know what, never mind. I’ll do it all by myself like normal.”

With a huff, Roman slammed the phone down, fighting against every urge in him that told him to throw it against the wall. Of course their parents flight was ‘cancelled,’ just like it always was. He sighed, shoving the phone away from him and resting his head against the counter. Patton was going to be crushed.

“Patton, can you come here for a second?” He yelled, forcing himself up. He better get it over with, before Patton got too excited.

“Watcha’ need Ro?” Patton asked, sliding into the kitchen in his socks, grin bright on his face.

Roman rubbed his hand over his face, trying to find the words for is baby brother.

“There not coming are they?” He ask, smile faltering.

“Pat-”

Patton shook his head, not quite able to force a smile, “It’s okay Ro… I should’ve expected it. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, call me when dinner’s ready please.”

Roman tried to call Patton back, knowing he normally loved helping with dinner, but he was already up the stairs by the time Roman could even begin to think of anything to say.

Why did his parents always leave him cleaning up their messes? He knew Patton didn’t really enjoy his birthday anymore, especially not after the first time their parents had skipped out, but he was hoping this visit might remedy the situation.

He had been wrong, of course. How dare he expect his parents to actually come through for once?

No matter, he’d just have to make this Patton’s best birthday yet on his own. Well, he did have two little helpers who probably wouldn’t mind helping him fix this.

“Logan! Virgil!” He called, already brainstorming ways to make this the best birthday ever.

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Looking at the room, covered in pink and blue streamers, along with balloons, a homemade banner that said ‘Happy 15th Birthday Patton’, cake and several presents wrapped in sparkling paper, Roman was actually impressed with the work they’d put into this party. Now, all they needed was for Remy to bring Patton home.

Virgil had helped recruit Remy and their shared ‘punk’ friends, Toby, Nate, and while just as pastel as Patton, Seth, for the party, while Logan had helped find presents and cook everything. All in all it was a group effort that had hopefully went well.

“Roman!” Logan yelled, running down the stairs, “Remy and Patton are here!”

“Alright, come on, let’s get in places! Virgil, punklings, into the kitchen,” Roman said, shooing the four friends out of the living room.

After a minute of anticipation, the front door slowly opened for them to see Patton and Remy outside, only for Patton to slam it shut again, with them still outside, the second everyone yelled ‘Surprise!’ to the shock of everyone.

“Um?” Virgil asked eloquently, head barley stuck out of the kitchen, “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure,” Roman answered, already heading to the door, only to be cut off by Logan.

“Can I go? I think I may know the issue.”

“Uh, sure Lo, just if you need anything come get us okay? And take a blanket.”

With a curt nod, Logan headed outside, blanket in tow, to see his rather emotional brother sitting by the driveway with Remy awkwardly trying to help him calm down.

“Remy I got it from here,” he told him, confidence firm in his voice as he sat beside Patton.

Without any protest, Remy headed toward the house, only looking back once before actually going inside.

Logan sat beside Patton, wrapping the blanket around them both so they didn’t freeze in the winter air, and rested his head on the arm of his older brother.

“You were to young to remember, but mom used to throw us the most amazing parties,” Patton began, eyes already brimming with tears and a sad smile on his face, “All of our family came in, we had ice cream and cake and you used to get it everywhere no matter how many napkins mom used, and dad would do whatever we wanted. He used to get me a new cape every year and I got to be the birthday boy superhero and it was so great.”

Then the dam broke, and tears were streaming down his face, “I know Roman tries, I know that, and I’m sure I’ll go inside and I’ll love everything you guys did for me because it will be great, so, so, so great, but I’m just so sad.”

Logan nodded along, reaching up to wipe away the tears spilling onto Patton’s cheeks.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful,” he continued, “I just really wanted them to be here. I wanted them to start trying again.”

“I understand, or at least I think I do,” Logan confessed after a brief pause. All he wanted to do was to get Patton to feel better. “They used to be really good, and now they aren’t but you know they could be. It’s hard to move on.”

“Exactly!” he exclaimed, moving slightly away as he started talking faster, “I know they know how to be parents and I know that Roman doesn’t have to and I just I feel so, so, so-”

“Angry?”

“Yes! I don’t like being angry, but I’m frustrated with them, and myself for feeling this way, and I feel stupid for thinking they’d somehow show up when they stopped trying after I turned ten, but I still feel disappointed and that’s all I can think about for my birthday, them letting us down and I don’t want this to be a sad day but it is.”

“Well first off you are not stupid,” Logan declared, standing up and offering Patton his hand, “and second off we can fix this. It will not be perfect, no matter what Roman says, but maybe making new memories with our new family can help.”

“Jeez Lo, stop being so smart. You’re ten!” Patton laughed, and though it was a little forced it was better than before.

He took Logan’s hand, and pulled himself up, his watery smile growing stronger as he looked at the door.

“You know I learned it from you and Roman,” Logan told him with a shrug, “Now we should go inside, it’s cold and I want ice cream.”

“I guess we should stop ice-olating ourselves then,” Patton snorted, covering his mouth with his hand as he giggled.

“That was cold,” Logan replied with a roll of his eyes as Patton squealed.

He really did like it better when his brother was happy.

“Don’t Forget Me”

Tw: Death of a character, Blood, Stabbing, Explicit Language, Abandonment, Anxiety, Manipulation, Captivity.

× × ×

Whumpee sat with their back to the cold brick wall behind them.

They couldn’t remember the time of day it would be right now, or even what time it was by the hour anymore.

The dreary, musty basement only ever saw the light of two dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the corners of the room opposite of each other, as the room was remodelled to have the windows bricked over, sealing Whumpee in there with little to no means of escaping their new forever home.

The flames steadily sat atop the cloth wick, Whumpee’s trembling breaths were the only thing to disturb the steady flame, occasionally causing it to flicker in the soft breeze.

There were no windows, only a single metal framed bed that a thin, worn-down mattress rested upon.

Whumpee let out a sigh while a softer feeling of abandonment crept into their heart, causing their expression to fall weary as their minds started to wander.

Why hadn’t Whumper returned to them yet? Had they done something wrong to displease Whumper? Has Whumper found themselves a new companion to keep them company?

These thoughts plagued Whumpee’s thoughts, unconsciously causing a few small tears to bead in the corner of their eyes as they sniffled softly.

“W-Whumper..” Whumpee whispered to themselves softly, pitifully craning their neck towards the door.

“Wh-whumper.. a-are you.. there?" 

 There was still silence in the room as Whumpee turned their body around so they were on their hands and knees, slowly pulling themselves towards the door.

a soft rattle of the chain that was wrapped around their ankle and anchored to the wall just by the bed echoed quietly in the room as Whumpee felt their body suddenly come to halt, only feet from the door.

"Whumper.. I-im still here.. did you forget about me..?” Whumpee’s voice was dry, their big water eyes gazed at the door, their arms reached out towards it, but they could only just faintly scratch the wooden door with their nails, just out of their reach.

“W-Whumper!?" 

Whumpee’s voice grew a bit louder as it echoed against the walls, hearing the desperate tone in their own voice.

"Whumper!!" 

"Whumper, I’m here! I’m still here!!" 

"WHUMPER!!!”

Their screams rang hallow throughout the room and halls now.

Whumpee’s voice cracked as they let out a incoherent wail, their eyes now flooded with hot tears, burning their now puffy reddened eyes. 

They hunched forward, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves, trying to give themselves any feelings of comfort and affection they could to calm themselves as their panic and feelings of loneliness grew deeper.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here..” Whumpee repeatedly whispered to themselves, their lips trembling as their teeth chattered from their anxious state.

But they soon found themselves laying on their side, knees tightly pulled to their chest as the only sounds that escaped were those of muffled sobbing and the occasional choked wail in hopes that Whumper would hear them.

Whumpee bit the inside of their lip hard. 

After a few moments, they could taste a soft metallic blood on their tongue, though they couldn’t tell because their senses had become numb to anything but the craved need for Whumper.

It’s all Whumpee wanted, was Whumper to hold them, praise them, and caress their hair softly while whispering in reassurance that everything would be okay.

They understood that Whumper’s punishments weren’t meant to hurt them, but only to teach them to be better.

But somehow, Whumpee had somehow ruined it. They didn’t understand how or why, but they had upset Whumper so greatly now that they had abandoned them.

Whumpee opened their eyes while sniffling. Though they didn’t move from the floor, they simply laid there, motionless, and broken. 

×××

Upstairs Whumper sat at their desk, idly smirking while watching Whumpee desperately plead for them. 

In a way, Whumper thought it was pathetic how needy they were despite their ‘tough’ demeanor.

'I suppose I should go comfort the little thing before it completely snaps.. We truly would not want that again.' 

Whumper lightly tapped the × at the top right of the screen while turning their monitor off, steadily arising from their seat as they walked calmly towards the hallway.

×××

After a few minutes, Whumpee heard a soft click come from the door, as if on cue, causing their body to suddenly jerk up, so they were sitting upright on their knees, wide-eyed, staring in an almost dog-like manner towards the entrance, impatiently waiting.

Whumper slowly pushed the door open while sliding the keys back into his pocket, looking down towards Whumpee with a more solemn expression, though it was not genuine.

“Whumpee..” They spoke softly while kneeling down, keeping their hand up to signal Whumpee to stay put, though their excitement almost made it nearly impossible. They did not want to do anything that could cause Whumper to leave them again.

“I apologise for being away longer than expected.. I truly am sorry.” They lowered their hands while extending their arms towards Whumpee.

Without hesitating, Whumpee sprung into Whumper’s arms, nuzzling their body as closely as they could against Whumper’s, resting their head under their chin while smiling ear to ear.

“I-i though you left me, forgot about me.. I did something bad.. I’m sorry, so sorry..” Whumpee spoke quickly, with faint hints of happiness, fear, and anxiety coating their words as they could barely form a coherent sentence.

“Shh, sh” Whumper hushed them softly while wrapping their arms securely around the smaller framed Whumpee while cuddling them closely, lightly resting their lips against the top of their head.

“I could never forget about you, Whumpee.. How foolish of you to think." 

"M'sorry..”

“Tch, I suppose I can understand why someone so naive could think that. But that’s why you have me to take care of you, and teach you how to be good." 

"Mhm~” Whumpee hummed softly in agreement, while wrapping their arms around Whumper’s neck. “M'thankful for Whumper.." 

Whumper smirked to themselves while lowering their arm around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them closer.

"Of course you are.." 

Whumpee let out a softer breath while opening their eyes, feeling a faint wave of relief.

"Whumper.." 

"Yes, Whumpee..?" 

Whumper shifted lightly, but stopped as they let out a short gasp, feeling a sudden sharp, pain in the back of their neck.

A warm liquid slowly trickled down their back as Whumpee pushed a rod they had broken off the bed frame and sharpened deeper into Whumper’s neck, twisting it lightly before pulling it out, hearing Whumper let out a pained scream before their grip loosened enough on Whumpee that they could push themselves free of their grip.

But they didn’t run, oh no.

Whumpee quickly knocked Whumper to the floor while climbing onto their lap, raising their hand to weild the rod high in the air before plunging it deep into Whumper’s chest, over and over, and over.

Whumper let out a blood curdling scream as they didn’t even have a chance to try and fight back to protect themselves as Whumpee continued to stab them relentlessly without hesitation.

Their blood splattered over the walls and pooled around Whumpers trembling, bloodied body as Whumpee panted heavily, now also coated in splatters of blood and small bits of flesh.

 They took a moment to stare at the bloodied mess in front of them before a sudden wave of nausea hit them. 

 Whumpee quickly got up from the body only to collapse on their knees, hunching over while emptying the little contents of their stomach that were there, heaving heavily while trembling. 

 It wasn’t that Whumpee was having regrets, no.

 Whumper deserved nothing more than a painfully slow death, and that’s exactly what they were getting.

 Whumpee could still hear the shallow, gurgled breaths of Whumper as they desperately tried to cling onto what little time they had left while Whumpee slowly moved back over, bit only to quickly retrieve the keys from his pocket, and for a bonus, their wallet.

 "Whumper..” Whumpee looked down at them in the same condescending way that Whumper would.

“Burn in hell.. I’ll see you again when I get there too, I promise." 

There was a coldness to Whumpee’s voice as they leaned down, unlocking the chain from their ankle, and the collar from their neck, dropping it to the ground while feeling a faint chill from their skin being so exposed.

Whumpee turned as they walked slowly towards the door, opening it while looking back at Whumper’s motionless body.

 'Rot here, piece of shit..' 

Whumpee angrily slammed the door closed while locking it, breaking the key off as they turned it, making sure that there was no way Whumper could escape this long needed fate.

As they made their way up the basement stairs to the main floor, Whumpee felt a mix of emotions, though the only one they wanted to focus on, was the feeling of freedom.

 {End}

asagirisei:

DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME DONT ABANDON ME

June 2nd- “Left behind”

@summer-of-whump

Cw: left behind, starvation, dehydration, left to die, freezing, captivity, lost hope, fear of death

Whumpee shivered, wrapping their frail arms around themself. The thin blanket was drawn tight around their shoulders, tucked over their head so they were completely covered. Every now and then, a chill would creep it’s way up their spine, drawing a whimper from their chapped lips.

It was cold.

Despite how close they curled to the radiator, how hard they pressed themself against the chill metal, there was no heat. There hadn’t been for a while.

Whumper had always left the heat on for them.

The nights were always terrible. Much worse than the days. So terrible they could drain the warmth from even the hottest of fires, reducing Whumpee to a breathing corpse, without even the energy to shiver.

They stopped sleeping by the second day.

They were too scared that if they closed their eyes, they’d never open them again.

Whumpee had ran out of food days ago. Every last crumb devoured, without so much as a scrap left for the mice. They had tried to make the meal last as long as possible, a bite of bread every time the hunger got too unbearable, a small nibble of the rice whenever they got so lightheaded they couldn’t see.

It had only lasted them half a week.

Water. They still had water, though. The sink, the dirty, cracked porcelain sink built into the corner of their room still ran. The water was freezing, cold enough to chill them to the bone, but Whumpee didn’t care. It was water, and water would keep them alive. They still tried to ration that too. Only drink as much as they needed, careful not to waste any, fearful that that too would once run out.

They pulled the blanket a bit tighter around themself.

One breath at a time. Ignore the pain, ignore the cold. Minute by minute.

They could only wait until Whumper returned.