Winter Whumperland Day 6: Jack Frost (Amnesia)

Winter Whumperland Day 6: Jack Frost (Amnesia)

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Summary: After a reg attacked Hunter, he finds he can't remember anything.

  When Hunter woke up, he couldn't remember how he had gotten to this white room. He wasn't sure who these people around him were. He didn't remember anything.

    "Hunter, you're awake!" The tallest  man yelled.

    "Don't yell." The man that talked looked robotic.

    Someone stood nearby. He looked worried but didn't say anything.

    "Who are you?" Hunter asked.

    He watched the tallest man hold back tears. "I'm Wrecker, your brother. Do you not remember?"

    A man with the glasses walked to the other man's side and put a hand in him. "Hunter hit his head extremely hard when he was attacked. Amnesia is not a surprising result."

    The man in the corner spoke up, "I'm going to kill the mother fu-" he was interrupted by the man with glasses.

    "That won't help." He sounded robotic, like his voice should belong to the cyborg standing by the tallest of the group. Still something was comforting about it.

"What's going on?" Hunter asked as he tried to sit up. He noticed how bright the lights were and laid back down for a minute. His head hurt. "What happened?"

"One of the regs hit you with the butt of their gun" hissed the gray hair man.

"Regs?" Hunter wasn't sure why that stood out the most. "What?"

"Let's introduce ourselves. I'm sure it's not very fun being surrounded by a bunch of people you don't know must be unpleasant. I'm Echo. I work with you."

"Alright." Hunter sat up this time. He looked around and shook his head. "Where are we?"

"This is the Kaminoan cloning facility. It is also our home. I am Tech, one of your technically millions of brothers."

"Don't break him" the gray hair man spoke.

"I'm Wrecker! I'm one of your brothers too!"

"Yeah I remember you saying that earlier." Hunter tried to make sense of the knowledge he had. He was a clone. That wasn't the most surprising part. What surprised him the most was how many clones existed. Why did they exist? What purpose had they been made for?

The others looked at the gray haired man, trying to get him to say something. When he didn't, Tech took over. "This is Crosshair. He is also a clone. We are your batch mates and work with you. Echo joined after being turned into that."

Hunter tried to look at Echo. "Okay." Slowing the group explained the war and how he was a sergeant in the army of the Galactic Republic. They explained some of their relationships with him and how they grew up together.

For a long time Hunter felt empty. These people around him had so many memories of him but he barely knew who they were. He watched them grieve over a man who he didn't know; over a man he had been.

It took time. Recovery always takes time. The clone that had caused the trauma to Hunter was never punished. The Kaminoans didn't have the time. Hunter grew strangely close to some regs, despite never liking them before.

The batch started to think he would never remember who he was before. But with never remembering, Hunter could forget the blood and death he had seen before. He could forget all the ways the regs had done them wrong and he was growing a relationship with some of them. He seemed happy.

Then he remembered. Slowly, Hunter had been getting back little memories. Small things like short memories from when he had been younger. But one day he just knew who he had been before.

It had been months. The memories were overpowering. Hunter felt confused and lost. He felt both frozen and on fire. The memories of who he once was seemed like a distant lifetime ago. He remembered he had liked red more then blue and how he hadn't liked lemonade, even though he loved it now.

It was strange. It felt like he was a completely different person now. Hunter liked talking to the regs, or at least most of them. He had known a life that wasn't on a battle field, even if he was preparing for war. His biggest problem had been the regs and not the droids on the other side of the war.

The first thing the man did was tell Echo. He had grown closer to him then before. Soon he told the others. They seemed overjoyed to have their Hunter back but Hunter wasn't so sure. He still liked lemonade and the color blue more than orange juice and red. He still wanted to be friends with the regs he was around.

As time moved on, Hunter got used to being himself again. He felt more confused then anything. At first he wasn't sure that he wanted his memories back. All the death and destruction his two eyes had seen was overwhelming. But he got used to it.

Hunter finally felt normal again. After months and months of not knowing who he was and not know what to do with who he had been, he grew to like the person he was now but also who he had been. He liked knowing about his brothers and who they had been. He learned to cherish his memories. After all, nothing is permanent.

AI-less Whumptober Day 13: Bloody Knuckles (Alt Prompt 1 )

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Waring: violents

Summary: After Adrien detransforms, he is pulled from his hiding place and has to fight the villain out of costume.

  Adrien wasn't sure what to do when he turned the corner and detransformed. He tried to hide at first, telling Plagg to get some cheese from his jacket as he planned what to do next. He slid into a classroom and dove under some chairs.

    "Cat Noir!" A singsong voice teased.

    "Fuck" he whispered. "Plagg hurry please."

    "There's no cheese!" He whispered harshly.

    "Go find something. Meet me back here." As Plagg snuck off, Adrien brought him knees in further.

    Sound Steeler was mad at the world. After being in a car crash, she was informed that her hearing would never be the same. An injury near her ear made even loud noises sound like whispers. Now as she stole others hearing, she could hear everything. She wouldn't stop until she found the man who did this to her.

    The sound of Adrien's breathing was too loud. Sound Steeler grabbed him from under the chairs. She threw him across the room and into the wall. It hurt more than he remembered.

    "Look, a straggler!" She screamed. Without another word and without reason, the villain attacked.

    Adrien moved from his place against the wall just in time. He grabbed a chair and hurled it at her. "Hey! What did I do?"

    "Nothing! Isn't it funny how that happens?!" Adrien ducked under a table and went to the other side. As Sound Steeler went to get him from the side he entered, the hero grabbed a metal water bottle and slammed into her head. She looked up and scowled. "You little bitch!" 

   Then she grabbed him. Adrien didn't want to hurt anyone. As Cat Noir he could avoid having to fight. But out of his costume it was too dangerous.

    The next thing he knew he was standing up. He had pulled the akuma off of her belt and was standing there. Adrien hid under a table as Plagg flew back in the room to transform.

    "Are you okay?" He asked the girl. She looked to be maybe sixteen.

    She stood up. "what?"

    Cat Noir nodded his head and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the destroyed room. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah."

    "Cataclysm." Cat Noir reached and destroyed the butterfly. "Let's get you home." He wrote.

    "I'm sorry" She almost yelled. Adrien just smiled. He took her home before returning to his school. The classroom was still destroyed.

    "Hey Adrien!" Nino yelled. "That was crazy!" He looked down. "What happened?"

    Adrien looked down. "Oh. Ummm." Blood fell from his fingers. Not much but it still stood out on the floor. His knuckles were torn and he realized just how much his hands hurt. He wanted to slam his hands behind him but instead he just stood there.

    The boy started to shake. How long had it been? Did anyone else see? He wondered why Ladybug hadn't showed up and began to panic as he remembered he would have to explain to his father why his hands had been so messed up.

    "You okay?" Nino started to get more concerned. "Here, come with me. Let's get away from the crowd." Before Adrien could disagree, Nino was leading him away.

    They entered the boiler room. Nino looked at Adrien. "Okay, so what happened?"

    "How do I explain this to my father?"

    "I think that's the wrong thing to be upset over."

    As Adrien brought his hands up to his chest, be stared at them. This had never happened before. He looked at the blood and the tares in his skin. He moved his fingers and hissed before looking back at Nino. "I'm never going to be allowed out of the house again."

    Tears went to Adrien's eyes. Everything at once hit him. Here he was, standing in front of his best friend in a room they shouldn't even be in, hands tattered because he had beat the shit out of the victim who attacked him, and the thing he was scared of the most was his father.

    Nino sat down and motioned for Adrien to do the same. He did. "Bro, what happened?"

    "The akuma" he started. He took his hands into lap and rested them there. "I had gotten stuck in the classroom that got destroyed. When I heard Sound Stealer coming I dove under some chairs.

    Adrien stopped to breathe. "She pulled me from under the chairs and, my back hurts. Actually everything hurts." He leaned into Nino.  "I had to do something. She was gonna kill me. When I broke the akumatised object she wasn't hurt."

    "Yo where the hell was Cat Noir and Ladybug?" Nino raised his voice.

    "Ladybug wasn't at the fight and Cat Noir ran out of time."

    "I'm gonna sneak into the nurse's office and see if I can get you some bandages and disinfectant. I'll be right back." Nino stood up and headed out the door.

    Adrien sat there. "You good kid?" Plagg asked.

    "What took you so long?"

    "There was nothing to eat nearby!" The kwami swore.

    "It's fine." Nino returned.

    "Okay so I don't know what I'm doing." He took out his phone and looked up what to do. He put some disinfectant on each cut and wrapped his hand gently. "Just tell your father the truth. Or actually that's one of the worst ideas I've ever had. Let's find you some gloves."

    "Okay." They looked around the school until they came to the conclusion that they would have to buy some.

    "I'll sneak into your house and give them to you. Sound good?"

    "Nino, I don't think you should come in." Adrien pulled off his backpack and handed him a folder. "Here, just say I forgot it."

    Nino took the folder, "sneaky, I like it."

    Later that day, Nino brought Adrien his folder. When Adrien looked inside, a pair of black fingerless gloves rested in it with a note. "I thought these would be less inconspicuous. Love ya bro and good luck!" Adrien smiled. At Least now he didn't have to worry about his father. Didn't stop his hands from hurting though. 

AI-less Whumptober Day 11: Drowning

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: An akumatised villain tries to drown Cat Noir.

  For being a Cat, Cat Noir enjoyed being in the water. When he expected it at least. But when Dark Cupid threw him into the water, he wasn't very happy about it.

    Kim loved the water. Adrien guessed even being akumatised couldn't stop that. When the villain came into the water was when Cat Noir felt he had a problem.

    When Dark Cupid grabbed his shoulders and kept his under the water, he knew he had a problem. He couldn't call on Plagg. He couldn't speak.

    Adrien started to panic. Calling on Cataclysm wouldn't help as long as he was below the water and couldn't use his power up. As he struggled, Dark Cupid kept him in his grasp.

    Water started to make its way into Adrien's lungs. He kicked and scratched but nothing worked. Ladybug had been a no show. She had told him the day before that she wouldn't be able to help him for the next few days becouse of a family event.

    His eyes hurt from the water. The world was becoming blurry and it was harder to fight the man. Adrian was terrified. He could feel everything. The water burned his lungs. Dark Cupid's nails stabbed into his shoulders.

    Cat Noir couldn't fight anymore. His energy was gone. As he started to wrap his head around the thought of death he felt Dark Cupid's grip loosen. Kim fell into the water and then grabbed him. He took him to the side of the river.

    "Oh fuck" he whispered as he looked at the hero. "I'm so sorry."

    Adrien coughed. He threw up the water and looked at Kim. He looked ready to cry. "It's not- your fault."

    "Are you okay?" He looked like he wanted to help him.

    "Yeah" he coughed out. "Are you?"

    Kim looked at his arms. "Yeah, it's not a big deal."

    Adrien fought through the fog. He watched as Kim tried to grapple the fact that he had almost drowned him. "Let's get that taken care of." He tried to stand. "I'll call an ambulance."

    "Okay." They waited in silence. When they got there, Cat Noir explained what had happened. They checked out Kim and before they got to Adrien, he was gone. They looked but decided to leave it. He was a hero, he could take care of himself.

Merry Whumpmas Day 5: Poison

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan leaves a poison on the table as he goes to grab something before leaving not knowing anyone was home. Ethari comes out of his workshop and decides he wants a drink.

  Assassins are careful. But sometimes being careful isn't enough. Sometimes you need to make sure your husband isn't home when you leave your poison next to his glass. The color of the liquids were that different.

    Ethari walked out of his workshop to realize he had forgotten his drink on the table. Runaan had almost forgotten his small knife he kept on him just in case.

    As he walked out to the dinning room where he had left his supplies, he paused for a moment. "I didn't know you were home."

    "Oh, I was in my workshop. Are you about to head out love?" Ethari asked as he set down his glass.

    Runaan looked at the glass. He looked at the one next to it and froze. His eyes locked on the two glasses as he realized that his husband had grabbed the wrong glass.

    "Ethari, sit down." He pulled out a chair at the table and pushed him into it.

    "Is everything okay?" the man asked.

    "No. You grabbed the wrong glass."

    Runaan's heart sank as he watched Ethari realize what had happened.

    "It's okay. Go get the antidote. I'll be fine here."

    The elf ran back to his closet. He had moved everything there when Rayla moved in. He tore it apart trying to find it.

    In the other room, Ethari started to feel the effects of the poison. He tried to stand to go help Runaan and to maybe help him calm down. He got a few feet before he collapsed. His breathing speed slightly as he sat against the table.

    A crash came from their room. Runaan pulled away from the object that fell. He looked at his shaking hand to see blood coming out of a large cut. He shook it off and looked back to the closet.

    Rayla hadn't moved in all that long ago and he hadn't had a chance to really organize everything yet. She took up a lot more time then Runaan had realized she would. He didn't mind most of the time but right now he almost resented taking her in.

    But even then he knew it wasn't her fault. As he grabbed for a vile at the top of the shelf, he thought about how he knew better then to leave something as deadly as poison on the table. He knew better then to assume it would be okay.

    The vile came into his grasp and he looked at the label on the bottom. He had found what he needed.

    Ethari couldn't see straight. He had a terrible headache and everything felt off center. Even though he knew he was staying still, everything felt like it was moving. The worst part was feeling tired. He felt so tired.

    When Runaan came into the room, Ethari hadn't noticed at first. He only saw him when he was a few feet in front of him.

    "Love?" He asked.

    "Drink this." Runaan put the small vile against Ethari's lips and tipped it some. The elf tried to take the glass but Runaan didn't let him.

    Slowly he started to recover. While he still couldn't see straight or think very well, Ethari took his husband's injured hand into his own. He looked at his, swaying and tried to get him to take care of it.

    At first Runaan didn't understand but slowly he got the point and grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it against his hand. "Is that better?"

    Ethari smiled. Runaan grabbed him and laid him down on the couch. He grabbed the trash can and put it next to them and held Ethari's hair when he threw up. He pulled the other back into the couch when he almost fell off.

    Another assassin walked into their home. He didn't even knock. He looked at Runaan confused. "Everything okay? You were supposed to meet up like thirty minutes ago."

    "I'm going to be late. If the time comes and you must leave, I will catch up."

    "Okay?" The elf sounded skeptical as he started to walk away.

    "Can you, find Rayla for me? Take her the coins on the counter and tell her to grab some bread from the market."

    "Don't want her home yet?" He asked.

    "Not yet."

    The assassin grabbed the coins and headed for the door. "I'll keep her distracted."

    "Thank you." Runaan looked back at the man in front of him. He sighed. This had never happened before. Normally he was more careful than that. He never should have left such a strong poison on the table.

    It was yours before Ethari came close to recovering. The assassin had done as he said he and had kept Rayla away from the home.

    "I'm so sorry" Runaan began. "I never should have left poison on the table. I was just going to grab something."

    "It's okay." Ethari spoke slowly and softly. "I probably should have looked."

    "No this is my fault. How are you feeling?"

    "Better then before."

    "Good."

    "You need to go right?"

    "I can stay."

    "No, you go ahead. I'll be okay."

    It took awhile before Runaan finally agreed to leave. He left the trash can by his side and bright Ethari a glass of water.

    "I'll be home soon. I love you." He kissed  Ethari's forehead and made his way to the door.

    "I love you too dear." Ethari laid back down on the couch. He grabbed the glass of water and took a sip of it. Then he set it back on the table and grabbed the book that was there. Taking the blanket into his hands, he pulled it over him and opened the book. At least he had a reason to read now.

Whumptober Day 9: Mistaken Identity

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: Character Death

Summary: While sitting with a dying soldier, Fives gets mistaken for one of his batch mates.

  Fives had known that being mistaken for one of his brothers was possible. He never expected to happen in this way. The man looked at the clone. A piece of shrapnel had caught him in the side. It had gone clean though his armor. He held pressure around the wound, unsure of what to do with the debris.

    "You're going to be okay" he tried to comfort him. The soldier kept grabbing at him, panic filling him. Fives held one of his hands with the one he wasn't using to keep him alive.

    The wounded raised the hand, trying to pull Fives closer. It was cold but the sun was peaking out of the clouds. The wind blew harshly, knocking orange, yellow, and red leaves into the gunfire. They sprinkled to the ground, a red one landing next to the dying man.

    "Rocky, I don't wanna go" he said.

    Fives didn't expect to be called Rocky. He hid his confusion, "you're going to be okay."

    "Rocky" he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. "I'm scared."

    "You'll be okay." Fives knew what was happening. He wasn't going to be okay. All he could do was pretend to be this guy he didn't even know. He couldn't leave him and he wasn't going to let him know he was going to die with a random stranger.

    He was delusional. He couldn't see. He didn't know what was going on. He just cried as the world he knew came to a close. "Rocky, tell-" his words became quiet whispers and Fives couldn't understand him. He felt his body go limp and he laid him back down to the ground.

    The red leaf blew away. It fled into the wind.

    Fives sighed. Too many of his brothers met an end like this. After the battle he became obsessed with finding Rocky. He didn't know anything about the man he had been mistaken for. All he knew was a name. But he had to know. He needed to at least meet the man he pretended to be for a dying brother.

    He asked everyone. He searched the 501st for him. Finally someone had an answer for him. "I think he's over there. He and his buddy are looking for their batch." 

    Fives walked over. "You Rocky?"

    "If I am?"

    'He's Rocky alright" Fives thought.

    "I wanted to talk to you. I was with a friend of yours. I never got his name."

    The man next to Rocky has a terrified look on his face.

    "I was with him, when he died."

    "Died?" Rocky asked. "what do you mean, died?" He started to raise his voice.

    "He was calling me by your name. Seemed like you were close."

    Rocky's tough exterior started to crack. His eyes started to water. "Did his armor have leaves on them? One really messed up one on the chest plate?" Every bit of spite and anger that had been in his voice slipped away.

    The man next to him placed a hand on his shoulder.

    "Yeah."

    Rocky shook. He turned to his friend, years in his eyes, and hugged him. The man looked surprised but held him.

    The role Fives had played was bigger than he thought. He knew how Rocky felt. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he understood as much as he could understand. He probably felt the same pain as when he had lost Echo.

    "I'm sorry for your loss. If you want to talk about him-?"

    "Thank you." The other man spoke up. "Maybe we'll come find you later."

    "Okay." Fives started to walk away.

    "Did he say anything?"

    Fives stopped. He turned around. Rocky wasn't standing too far from him and his friend wasn't far from him. "He wanted you to tell something to someone. He- wasn't able to say a name or what."

    "Okay."

    "Are you two gonna be okay?"

    "Yeah, we'll be fine."

    "Okay. Come find me if you need anything okay? Literally anything."

    "Thank you."

Whumptober Day 12: Red

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warning: Violence

Summary: Miles used to love red. After becoming a hero he starts to hate it.

  Red used to be one of Miles's favorite colors. That was until he became a hero. Red became something he avoided seeing.

    Red always meant something bad. Red was the color of blood, of anger and hatred. But I was also one of his colors. In some twisted way it meant both death and hope.

    It wasn't something he found as beautiful as he once did. The red in the sky or painted on the wall used to make Miles happy. It used to be beautiful. Now it was terrifying.

    Sometimes beautiful things are meant to be scary. But not this. Deaths like these weren't beautiful and they weren't poetic. Nothing like that could ever be poetry. Yet people still made it into it.

    Words on a paper, the last few words being in red ink. They made Miles hate poetry. He couldn't stand red. Not anymore.

    Red things had no right to be so pretty anymore. The red sky only made him think of two things; blood and beauty. They were a terrible mix that should never go hand in hand.

    But they did. They skipped down the high school halls and giggled as they entered their class. The red on Miles's suit mirrored the purple of his uncle's.

    The red on Miles's papers when he got them back made him wonder about the papers of all of the victims of the villain's attacks and his mistakes. Were they good? Did their teacher mark them in red? Like how death claimed them? He marked them in red.

    Miles didn't want to hate red, he didn't want to associate it with so many bad things. The more he tried to relate it to the beautiful things in his life, the less he could look at them.

    In a way, red became his least favorite color. He'd never see it the same. Ever.

    But red was also Peter B's color. That and blue. He wondered if he had this problem. The color red has never been a problem.

    Miles started to have a reaction to certain shades of red. He asked his teacher to mark his paper in a different color. When she asked why, he delicately danced around the point. He avoided his favorite shoes and took down one of his posters.

    However Miles tried to use his red pen as often as he could. 'Exposure therapy' he told himself. That came to a quick stop when the pen broke and red spilled all over his sketchbook. Just like it spilled from the victims.

    He cried, cleaning it up. He hid the red mug he used to use all the time. When his parents asked where it went he just said "I don't know."

    Red would never be the same for him. Miles didn't like that something so common as a primary color was a trigger for him. Why did it have to be his  favorite color? Why did he have to see so much blood? What did the villains get from so much death?

    All questions that Miles would never get an answer to. He would instead scribble them in red into his sketchbook. Closing the book Miles stood up. He tried to leave his room. As he opened the door his mother held out a red mug. "Here, since your favorite one got lost!" She smiled.

    Miles smiled. "Thank you." Why did it have to be red?