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It took only weeks for whumpee to learn that Alien!whumper was a bit of an anomaly amongst their kind.
Sure, it's a registered hobby for whumper to disassemble them on the lab table, to make them watch as they squeeze their insides, to tie them to the table so they won't struggle too much.
But the rest of it, isn't normal. The isolation, the starvation, the god damn psychological torture. Whumper doesn't get punished for it, but even Whumpee can tell they are looked down upon.
No, what Whumper gets punished for is trying to release Whumpee back 'into the wild' after they are done.
They are to be harvested for parts, or passed onto another Whumper, Whumper tells them later.
Whumpee feels some sort of viscous satisfaction seeing Whumper writhe on the floor in front of Supervisor. Hearing them scream and claw at their face as if it is on fire, leaving deep red welts alongside the cold skin.
They'd feel guilty for enjoying it, maybe, but they're far too preoccupied with the haunting thought that they are never going to leave this spaceship, not alive.