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It was an exhausting, rainy day. Caretaker shook their soaked coat off their shoulders before eagerly drawing a hot bath. They passed by whumpee’s door and stopped, hearing quiet sobbing coming from the other end. Their heart sank as they quickly knocked.
“Whumpee? Are you alright?” They asked.
The crying silenced, but so did the voice. Caretaker didn’t wait and pushed open their door-
There they sat on the floor at the end of their bed. Tears drained from their eyes, they gave them a silent-wounded look, seeing them seemed to only overwhelm them more as they curled their arms around themselves and sniffed.
“Sweetheart… What’s wrong?” Caretaker asked, sinking on their knees next to them.
…
“…I feel so small”
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Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.
But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.
“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone.
“….”
“I’m alive.”