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June of Doom Day 7
"What's the bad news?"
| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |
Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.
Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!
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Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.
They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.
"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."
Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.
"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."
They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.
Sidekick flinched at the noise.
Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.
Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.
"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"
Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.
Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"
They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.
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AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.
June of Doom Day 7
"What's the bad news?"
| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |
Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.
Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!
...
Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.
They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.
"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."
Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.
"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."
They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.
Sidekick flinched at the noise.
Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.
Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.
"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"
Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.
Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"
They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.
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AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.
June of Doom Day 30
"Are you scared yet?"
| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |
Cw: the tags above
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Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.
They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.
"Are you scared yet?"
When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.
"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."
Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.
"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.
June of Doom Day 30
"Are you scared yet?"
| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |
Cw: the tags above
...
Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.
They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.
"Are you scared yet?"
When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.
"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."
Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.
"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.
Whumptober Day 1
Technically its gonna be past midnight when I post this but I only decided to do this like 15 mins ago so Imma still count it yall. Also loving the prompts today this is such a comeback.
Morning Coffee
Drugging / Sick / Poison
Sidekick tried their best to stay awake as they stood waiting for their coffee. They were wrecked, having spent the last three weeks working non-stop trying to track down Villain after they broke out of prison. Even despite their exhaustion, they knew Hero had it worse, at least Sidekick was stuck on desk duty as Hero raced all over the city putting out fires both literal and metaphorical.
Sidekick yawned as they took the americano from the barista, just nodding a thanks, before turning to the little stand to pour in sugar. They hated coffee, but something needed to drown out the taste of the triple espresso shot. They permitted themself a few minutes to sit in the little cafe and drink their drink before they returned, needing just a minute out of their office.
They were totally out of it, scrolling through their phone as they drank the cup dry, leaving it on the table after only a minute and grabbing their things to leave. It was only as they were rounding the corner at the end of the street that they realised the caffeine didn't seem to be waking them up, that they seemed to be getting more tired as they walked. The weariness spread from the shoulders and neck down to their legs, and they soon found themselves leaning against the wall for support before sliding to the ground, only realising something was wrong when they were too weak to fish their phone out of their pocket and call someone.
They tried to pick themselves up, using the wall to support themself, but they were only halfway upright when a wave of nausea made them lose their balance, and the only reason their head didn't hit the ground was that strong arms wrapped around their middle, holding them up.
"Shit," they murmured, their eyes meeting Villain's right as they lost consciousness and everything went dark.
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Hero only noticed something was wrong when they hit the fifteen-hour mark. Sidekick had dropped off communication, but Hero had just assumed they'd finally gone to bed to get some much-needed rest. But at the fifteen-hour mark, a message popped up on their screen from Sidekick, and they clicked into it absent-mindedly, expecting more intel, but instead there was a picture of Sidekick, lying on their side on a concrete floor, looking pale and sweaty and in pain, their wrists chained to the wall, and a little message underneath:
You want to know where they are and how to cure them? You for them, come alone, eight pm, you know where :)
Love Villain
Hero scowled at the message, but then deleted it, erasing Sidekick's contact and all their correspondence. They didn't have time to deal with failures.
“You cannot run from me. I made you,” the villain soothed. The hero balked, like a frightened horse, all jerky limbs and anxiety.
“You may have made me, but you haven’t kept me.”
The villain looked disappointed, then, as if the hero was a petulant child.
“A fact I hope to remedy.”
The hero bared their teeth.
“Keep hoping, then.”
And they fled.