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Whumpee squints their eyes open in the bright lights. So blinding. They can barely make out what's around them. Where were they again? Their vision focuses. No. They were in whumper's lab. Whumpee tries to get up only to have whumper's hand on their chest holding them down.
"Hey, none of that. We can't have you hurting yourself."
Whumpee glares at whumper. They try to talk but the words won't come out. They lift their hand to their neck. Why does their throat feel so funny?
Whumpee looks at whumper confused. What did you do to me?
Whumper acknowledges whumpees questioning face. "Oh, that? Don't worry about it. You'll be fine."
Whumpee is fuming. They try to push whumpers' hands off of them to no avail. When I get out of here my fist is going straight into his face-
"Woah, calm down. It's really nothing to be worried about. You've only been debarked."
What? Whumpee freezes. No, he didn't.
Whumper knows exactly what they're thinking. "Oh yes I did. Just like the pathetic dog you are."
That's why they couldn't talk. Their fricking vocal cords. Was that even possible? To just remove someone's vocal cords just for the heck of it?
Whumper chuckles at whumpee's realization, "I honestly don't see why you're so concerned. You never used that voice of yours for anything good anyway. I thought why not just get rid of it then?"
Whumpee opens their mouth again trying to speak, but only huffs of their breath come out.
"You should really stop that. Just gonna hurt yourself."
Whumpee sighs defeated. This was going to be hell for them. Being whumper's lab rat, the only thing they had to defend themselves was their voice. Without that how could they possibly keep themself sane?