#like when cuphead pulls up his pants

[notadreamurr]

Some design concepts for my cuphead x tadc au crossover thingy? Idk what to call it. It's a combo of the game, show, and dlc

Note: Jax is cuphead instead of Pomni because of his personality. A lot of characters' roles were chosen based off of personality

I wanna thank @raggedypina . She's been helping me with designs, so go give her some love, RIGHT NOW!!

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Memories Rewrite!

*Hey guys, I'm back with the first episode of Cuphead: Isle of Memories Rewrite! I am so hyped to make this story! I can't wait till you guys react to it! This episode is published on August 23, 2023. If you guys like the first episode, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! That would be greatly appreciated! Warning: Blood and gore. Enjoy!*

Episode One: Blood and Bones

Canteen hurried out of the prison as fast as he could. He only had little time before Tremaine could take control of Mugman. He had to get Chalice and Saltbaker in the kitchen in some way, right? 

He managed to reach outside with heavy pants, searching around for something to distract the officers with. Canteen looked to see a padi-wagon that was used to put Saltbaker in at the front of the prison. He had to think for a second until an idea struck him once he saw a box of dynamite left unattended by the padi-wagon. With a happy gasp, the metal canteen hurried over and picked up the dynamite. He pulled out a lighter and lit up the stick, throwing it into the padi-wagon.

“HEY!” one of the bug cops barked. 

Canteen stumbled away from the padi-wagon. Before the bug cops could get close to Canteen, the wagon blew up into many pieces, distracting them. He stumbled up on his feet and bolted away from the prison and into the forest.

“Hey,” one of the bug cops called the officers on the walkie-talkie.

“What’s going on?” 

“Uh…I think some weird goggle-wearing canteen set our padi-wagon on fire.” 

“Oh, okay, we’re on our way!” 

Meanwhile, Canteen ran through the forest and heard whistles behind him. While running, his ankle stung in pain from being almost crushed by Saltbaker’s giant hand the other day when Saltbaker had gone mentally insane. He gritted his teeth and toughened it out, rushing through the forest. He knew he might be caught soon for causing such a loud distraction. Maybe it wasn’t the best choice for distraction, but if it could get the attention away from Chalice and Saltbaker to make a cure for Mugman, he’ll do it.  Canteen tripped off the edge and tumbled into the ditch with a yelp, hurting his ankle worse. He bolted ahead, limping through his run. Now he knew he was going to get caught for sure, but it didn’t hurt to try to outrun the cops with a broken ankle. He kept looking back, hearing more whistles coming closer and closer to him. He didn’t pay attention to what was ahead of him as he unknowingly sprint into the base belonging to the Howling Aces and ran into Bulldog’s leg. 

Bulldog whirled around and looked at Canteen. “Watch it!” 

Canteen rubbed his head to recover from hitting Bulldog’s leg by accident and looked up in fear once he saw Bulldog standing there with Sergeant O’Fera.

“Are you okay?” Sergeant O’Fera asked softly.

Canteen heard rustling of bushes. He didn’t have time to answer that as he got up and limped towards the side of the building, turning to the left and hiding behind the trashcans. 

Bulldog and Sergeant O’Fera glanced at each other in confusion as they saw the bug cops running out of the bushes, passing by them to get to the shore assumedly. Sergeant

O’Fera watched the cops running from the base as she headed towards where Canteen was at. 

Canteen glanced up and breathed heavily when he noticed her. 

“Were those cops chasing you?” She asked with a brow raised.

He nervously smiled. He didn’t need to answer for her to sigh in discouragement. 

“You got a lot of explaining to do,” she replied while picking him up in her arms. 

“R-Right,” Canteen stuttered nervously. 

O’Fera carried Canteen into the base with Bulldog following behind her. As they entered the base, Canteen noticed four pups fixing planes with one of them looking at Canteen. 

“Who’s that, Sergeant?” one of the pups asked as O’Fera set Canteen on table against the wall. 

“T-The name is Canteen. Canteen Hughes,” Canteen introduced himself while O’Fera grabbed the first aid kit from above him. 

“And what did you do that got the cops chasing after you?” O’Fera probed. 

Canteen took a deep breath. “Okay, this is going to be a long story.”

“Well, tell it anyway,” Bulldog demanded. 

Canteen sighed. “Alright. Alright. Here’s what happened…”

From there, Canteen began to explain to the Howling Aces of what happened at Sugarland, what he was told by Chalice, the Night Stalkers, Tremaine, and Hunter while O’Fera was bandaging his leg and Bulldog along with the pups listened to his story. 

~.~

Mugman had no idea how long he was out. He couldn’t remember what happened that placed him in this darkness. He blinked his eyes open and looked at so many stars above him. It was all so beautiful…but was this going to be a nightmare? Mugman sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his ceramic head. It wasn’t until he blinked his eyes a couple of more times where his vision was clear. 

He stood up on his feet on the blue surface where he could see darkness below him. He shifted his glance over at the side and watched lost souls wandered aimlessly in this plane. 

“What is this place?” Mugman questioned, trying to understand why he was here. He could hear someone sniffling. He shifted his attention over to who was crying. It sounded so familiar. He squinted his eyes to spot a familiar red cat with black short hair, crying into her bloody clothes. 

“Cassi?” Mugman recognized with tears in his eyes. He rushed over to her, breathing heavily from running. “CASSI!!” 

She didn’t hear him calling her name. She was crying into her thighs, not aware of the tentacles of darkness slowly wrapping themselves around her small body. However, Mugman noticed with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“CASSI!” Mugman screamed, finally getting her attention. 

Cassidy perked her ears up and gasped in shock to see Mugman there. As she stood up to reunite with him, she couldn’t move her body any further to run to him. She looked and saw the dark tentacles were wrapped around her body.

“Mugsy!” she cried out before being pulled under the blue surface. 

“CASSI!!” Mugman reached his hand for her, but he couldn’t grab her. He slid on his knees to where she was pulled under. He saw her fighting back the dark tentacles and reached up to the blue surface, only for her holding her breath as if she was underwater. “Cassi! Hey, I’m going to get you out of this! Okay? Cassi?!” 

He witnessed his lover being grabbed again by the dark tentacles and pulling her further into the darkness. “CASSI!!” He pounded on the blue surface, breathing heavily in fear for what will happened to her. “CASSI!!” He sobbed while tears were streaming down his ceramic cheeks. “PLEASE!! COME BACK TO ME!!” 

He sobbed more, his hands and knees pressed against the blue surface. “Cassi…” 

His body trembling until he felt something on his arms. He opened his eyes and noticed the dark tentacles started to wrap around his arms. He breathed heavily in fear while hearing voices around him. 

“You little animal.”

“I WANT MY LIFE BACK! I WANT CASSI BACK!!” 

“Buddy, it’s me, Cuphead, remember?”

“MUGMAN, SNAP OUT OF IT!! I KNOW YOU’RE STILL IN THERE!!” 

Mugman trembled from hearing the familiar voices. “What is happening to me?” 

Before he could even comprehend what was going on, he was pulled down under the surface. He gasped and tried to reach for anyone. When he looked up, he saw a bright light…but he didn’t know who was up there watching him. Mugman could feel more tentacles wrapped around him. He struggled while breathing heavily. 

“LET ME GO!” Mugman cried while looking down to see the tentacles tightening their grips around his body, causing his veins to glow orange. “NO! NO!” Mugman cried out in pain, his body convulsing. He didn’t want to have Tremaine inside of him anymore. He wanted to cry for help for whoever could hear him until he snapped his eyes open. He was back in Hell at the Devil’s throne with blood all over his body and around his mouth. The taste of blood and guts was on his tongue while he coughed it out. 

Mugman looked at his hands to see his once yellow gloves now bloody. From what? Who did he kill? The mug glanced over and noticed dead bodies of assassins with their stomachs torn open and their guts pulled out. Their intestines scattered across the red carpet floor while the blood pooled around them. He blinked in disbelief and then looked over to find his brother, Cuphead, covered in blood. Mugman tiptoed over to find that his brother’s stomach was also torn open just like those assassins with his own guts missing. His pupils shrunk in horror from seeing his brother like this. 

Mugman glanced around to see his family consisting of his father, Murray, and Elder Kettle, bloodied and their stomachs torn open. He looked to see Porkrind, Jerry, and Dice suffered the same fate along with Natalie, Aurora, Tabitha, Ribby, Croaks, and Brineybeard. The mug sobbed from seeing everyone like this. 

“NO!! NO!!! PLEASE!!!” He looked over to the other side to find Chalice and Canteen were torn apart by their stomachs, causing him to scream in agony. “NOOO!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!” 

“I told you that you will be the one that will end their lives,” a familiar cruel voice whispered in his ears. 

Mugman turned his head with tears mixing with blood around his mouth to notice Hunter cornering a toothy grin. He shook his head. “Stay away from me!” 

Hunter laughed cruelly and disappeared in thin air. Mugman could feel the tiger towering behind him. Before Mugman could turn around, he was grabbed by the arms and he could feel the burn in his veins. 

“STOP!” Mugman cried in pain while struggling against Hunter’s grip. 

“Oh no, torturing you is just so fun. Watching you getting weaker and weaker to the point where you would push your own lover away from ever helping you. Now, look at her.”

Mugman looked up and saw Cassidy laying limp in the arms of a silhouette of the Devil. The silhouette etched a wicked grin before carrying the red feline away from him. 

“C-Cassi?” Mugman uttered. 

He watched with tears in his eyes while feeling more burn in his veins. He screamed in pain, echoing through the chambers of Hell. 

“LET ME GO!!” Mugman demanded while clenching his jaw in pain. 

“Oh, I’ll never let you go. I’ll always be in your waking moments. I’ll always be in your dreams, making sure you will never heal from this. Your family is dead now thanks to you.”

Mugman could feel the lava tentacles wrapping around his legs, burning deep into his skin. He watched in anxiety that it was slowly coming up towards him. Mugman cried from the burns deep in his skin. He watched more bodies covered in blood with their guts spilled around him. Some were familiar and some were not familiar at all. His whole body now was covered in blood of everyone he killed as a beast. With heavy breaths, Mugman could feel himself slipping from sanity and his vision becoming redder and redder. 

“There you go, give into the beast you were made to be,” Hunter growled behind the mug’s ear. “Your hands will always be covered in blood whether you want it or not. This…Mugman…This is your fate.”

“Mugman…Mugman…hey, this is all in your head!” Mugman could hear a faint familiar voice calling out to him. The voice got louder and louder. “MUGMAN! SAFE PLACE! GO TO YOUR SAFE PLACE!!!” 

Mugman kept hearing that over and over while Hunter’s cackle echoed through the chambers of his mind. 

“SAFE PLACE!”

“SAFE PLACE!” 

“SAFE PLACE! HURRY!!” 

Mugman whimpered while closing his eyes, trying to imagine a safe place for him that no one could ever enter through. A place where he felt safe. 

~.~

“Mugman? Mugman? Hey, wake up.”

Mugman groaned awake and fluttered his eyes open.

“Mugsy, wake up. Dad’s making breakfast,” Cuphead’s voice uttered from beside him. 

Mugman rubbed his ceramic head while sitting up on the top bunk bed where both he usually slept at. He widened his eyes to realize that both Cuphead and Mugman were back in their rooms. He turned to his brother and stared at him with confusion. 

“Hey, you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Cuphead questioned. 

“C-Cuphead?” Mugman uttered while he was on the verge of tears. He hugged his brother immediately, who hugged him back slowly. 

“Uh, did you have a nightmare?” Cuphead asked awkwardly.

Mugman nodded his head. “It’s all better now.” 

“Good!” Cuphead chirped while breaking away from his brother. “C’mon, Dad is making breakfast with Elder Kettle!” The red-strawed cup slid down the ladder of their bunk beds and hurried out of the bedroom excitedly.

“Cuphead, wait!” Mugman said while hopping down from the top bunk and rushing out of the bedroom and downstairs. As they reached downstairs, they saw Murray trying to flip the pancakes. 

“You’re doing good!” Elder Kettle informed with a bright smile. 

“Yeah, I have made these before, but I think I need some recollection of how to make breakfast.” 

“Well, hey, at least you’re helping in the kitchen,” Elder Kettle said before noticing Mugman and Cuphead sitting on the table. He nudged Murray. “Hey, watch this.” 

Murray scooted back for Elder Kettle flipped the pancakes to the boys while using his nose to blew the last one over his head. Murray glanced back and watched Cuphead raising his plate up, catching all of the pancakes. 

Mugman raised his plate, expecting to miss but still hoping that he would catch them. However, Mugman caught all of the pancakes on his plate. The mug was happy that he caught them…but there was something off about that. He never caught those pancakes before. This would’ve been the first time he had caught them. Mugman shook his head to ignore it. He watched his brother squirting all of the syrup into his pancakes and passing it on to Mugman. Mugman sighed, expecting to only get a tiny bit squirted out before…more syrup was poured onto his pancakes. 

Wait a minute, Cuphead usually takes all the syrup. 

Mugman blinked in confusion while watching his father and Elder Kettle talking. He then started to eat pancakes, but the syrup tasted bland and his mouth made a crunching sound instead of the chewing sound like normal pancakes. The pancakes also tasted…fleshy. He swallowed and looked down. He gasped in horror to find that the pancakes were not pancakes. There was blood covering the stacks of lungs, heart, small intestines, large intestines, and rib cages in pieces surrounding the stack. Mugman breathed heavily in horror while feeling blood covering his face. 

“Hey, Mugsy?” 

Mugman was snapped out of his vision to realize that now he was just eating pancakes. He had syrup covering his face instead of blood. He looked at his brother.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Cuphead asked. 

Cuphead…had just said that.

Before Mugman could even go back to eating or reassuring his brother that he was fine, Cuphead was transformed into Hunter, who smiled evilly. Mugman screamed in horror while looking around the kitchen to realize that his brother, his father, and Elder Kettle were on the ground, covered in blood. 

“You and this angel of yours has really got to learn that I can come into your safe place whenever I want, right?” Hunter growled. 

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD, HUNTER!” Mugman cried while gripping his own head. 

With that said, Hunter disappeared.

“Mugman!” Cuphead shouted.

Mugman breathed heavily. 

“You okay?” Cuphead asked again. 

Mugman shook his head, tears in his eyes. “This is all in my head, isn’t it?” 

“What are you talking about?” Elder Kettle questioned. 

“None of this is real…we-we never really came back home, did we?” Mugman uttered, tears in his eyes. “Our home is already ransacked by the Night Stalkers…we were really not home.” 

As Mugman was saying this, he felt his clothes damped with blood once again while blood was around his mouth. But instead of his family falling onto the floor dead like how they’ve been doing throughout his dreams, they were all standing around him and giving him soft gazes. 

“There is still hope though,” Cuphead replied with a soft smile. “You just got to keep fightin’ for it, bud.” A bruised was wrapped around Cuphead’s throat while his voice got hoarse while talking. 

Murray’s clothes had blood all over them, but it wasn’t from his death. Elder Kettle’s glasses were broken but he could still see through them regardless. Mugman closed his eyes and embraced his brother. 

“Don’t lose sight of us…” Cuphead said while hugging his brother back. “I love you, Mugsy. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“C-Cuphead,” Mugman sobbed before opening his eyes with a gasp to realize…that Cuphead, Murray, and Elder Kettle were gone. 

Mugman collapsed on his knees and sobbed in the dark void with the bright blue glow behind him. 

“You must have had a bigger battle,” the soft voice spoke. 

Mugman was about to turn around until he was stopped.

“No, don’t turn around. Please. Keep looking ahead of you. I want to keep you safe.”

Mugman started to sob more uncontrollably. “I’ve killed people…I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, I know. I saw…” the soft voice said. 

“Did I killed the ones I love too?” 

“No, you didn’t. You were saved before doing so.” 

“W-Who are you?” 

“I—I don’t know. But I know that if anyone looks at me, I become a monster. For now, you can call me Angel.” 

“Angel?”

“Mhm?”

Mugman wiped his tears away. “What’s happening to me?” 

“I don’t have answers that you seek,” Angel said sadly. 

Mugman was tempted to turn around, but he kept looking ahead and he saw a bright light. 

“That must be the portal to the waking world,” Angel replied. 

“Waking world?” 

“Yeah, you know, where you wake up. I suggest you walk through it. I’m sure your family is greatly worried about you.” 

“Will they see me as a monster?” 

“I…I don’t know.” 

Mugman clenched his teeth as the bright light came closer. 

“We all have to wake up eventually,” Angel replied sadly. 

The bright light came closer and closer. 

“A-Angel…” Mugman was soon engulfed by the bright light. 

~.~

Mugman gasped while fluttering his eyes opened. He soon felt the sudden warmness from the heavy blanket and the some clean clothes he was wearing. Mugman looked down and saw he was wearing blue pajamas that were silky, which was a strange feeling. When he was sitting up, Mugman looked at his hands gripping the edge of the blanket to see that he was wearing white gloves instead of his usual yellow gloves. Blinking in confusion, he looked around the room to find that he was in a lone room with two bunk beds with one across another. He looked out the circular window to find the dark abyss, squinting to see fishes swimming around. Wait…was he in a submarine?

Mugman heard voices and hopped off the bed. He peeked his head through the doorway to see the hallway lit up with lights. The voices had gotten more clearer the more he stepped closer to the voices.

“Man, you think these stains could wash off easily,” Dice complained with a groan. 

“Kettle, did the boys packed anything before they left?” Porkrind asked. 

“Uh…well, yeah…but I think they left their suitcases at the Ruth Mansion when the assassins attacked us,” Elder Kettle said. 

Mugman arched a brow and tilted his head. 

“You know, we oughta get this boy new clothes. It reeks of—”

“Shh, I think I hear someone coming down the hallway,” Jerry interrupted Dice. 

Mugman gulped. “Hello?” 

“Oh, it’s just Mugman,” Porkrind said with a sigh of relief. 

Mugman peeked into the room from what he could assume was the laundry room with Jerry, Porkrind, Elder Kettle, Murray, and Dice trying to wash off blood on his black shirt, blue shorts, yellow gloves, and brown shoes. He widened his eyes in horror and his body trembled. 

“Th-That’s not blood on my clothes, is it?” Mugman questioned. 

The men exchanged glances at each other and then back at Mugman. 

“Mugman, why don’t you take a moment to recover first?” Elder Kettle suggested. “We’ll tell you everything that happened down there when you’ve recovered, okay?” 

Mugman hugged himself, his pupils shrinking in horror. “Did I kill anyone down there?” 

The men softened their gazes, causing Mugman to tremble more. 

“We’ll tell you everything after you’ve recovered, okay?” Elder Kettle replied soothingly. 

Mugman shook his head in denial, his body shaking more. “No…No…”

“Mugman…” Murray called when he noticed Mugman’s veins glowing blue slowly. 

“Mugsy?” 

Mugman turned to see Cuphead, Natalie, Chalice, and Aurora approaching him with Tabitha widening her eyes at Mugman from behind the kids. 

“C-Cuphead?” Mugman uttered with tears in his eyes when he noticed Cuphead’s bruise around his throat. “Did I do that to you?” 

“It’s okay, buddy,” Cuphead responded hoarsely and approached his brother. “It’s okay.”

“There’s a bruise around your throat—”

“I ain’t too worried about it,” Cuphead replied while hugging his brother. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Mugman started to sob into his brother’s shoulders. 

Natalie softly smiled at Cuphead and was about to approach him until Tabitha held both her and Aurora back from the cup brothers. 

“Mom,” Natalie groaned. 

“First, you’ve befriended a burden and now you’ve befriended a peasant and his rabid dog,” Tabitha growled. “Have you not learned your lesson with Cassidy? She’s a burden. You know this and yet you chose to befriend her anyway. Now look what happened to her? She weighed you down and bewitched you. Now! You’re friends with that peasant and his rabid dog of a brother. Was this to spite me, Natalie? If so, you’re doing a great job disobeying me.”

Chalice glared at Tabitha. “What’s your problem, lady?” She transformed into a ghost and floated up to Tabitha. “Natalie can be friends with whoever she wants to be friends with. And Cuphead ain’t a peasant and Mugman ain’t a rabid dog. So, you better watch it!” 

“AAH!” Tabitha screamed when Chalice transformed into a ghost. “AND A GHOST?! Natalie, what is wrong with you?! It’s Cassidy’s fault that you’re friends with them isn’t it?!” 

“You got a lot of nerve saying that after she’s dead!” Ribby said while entering from behind her with his frog brother, Croaks. 

“Wha’‘s goin’ on?” Brineybeard entered the scene behind the frog brothers. 

“Your crew is being disgusting at usual. We should’ve left that rabid dog behind in Hell. We would be safer!” Tabitha growled at the pirate. 

“Hey, he ain’t no rabid dog!” Croaks barked.

“Aye, he’s our friend!” Brineybeard added. 

“Yeah, besides, Tremaine is out of him now,” Chalice inserted herself into the conversation. “And we don’t know if Cassidy is dead or not! We’re going back to get her.”

“You want to rescue that piece of burden from Hell?” Tabitha growled. “She belongs in Hell! She’s a demon after all.”

“You know what, lady?!” Ribby barked with his fists clenched. “I have enough of you insulting Cassidy!” 

“Yeah!” Croaks added. 

“Whoa thar, lads, are we even allowed t’ punch a lady? Would that set bad example fer kids?” Brineybeard asked the frogs. 

“I thought you both were gentlemen,” Tabitha said with a smirk. “Apparently, you put on your suits and call yourselves rich, when you really are not. I bet you came from a poor single mother. It’s a shame that she died poor.” 

Ribby gritted his teeth. “Hey! You better not talk about our Ma like that!” 

“You better take that back about both Ma and Cassidy!” Croaks barked. 

“You are all bewitched by Cassidy’s spell! It seems that I am the only one not falling for it!” Tabitha snarled.

“Cassidy didn’t bewitched any of us!” Chalice shouted. “What is your problem, lady?!” 

“My problem is the following: you being a ghost is one of them,” Tabitha growled.

“Half ghost!” Chalice argued. 

“Whatever! And the mere fact that my own daughters was bewitched by that piece of burden that they both fell for being friends with a peasant and his rabid brother, who, may I remind you, killed thirty six people down in Hell! Why do you think there’s blood on his clothes?!” Tabitha barked. 

“Ye ‘ave been countin’?” Brineybeard asked with his brow arched.

“Of course, I have,” Tabitha answered. “And I know that if it weren’t for that burden, Mugman would never have Tremaine inside of him!” 

“Oh, now you’re blaming Cassidy for Mugman getting Tremaine?!” Croaks barked.

“Yes, I am!” Tabitha responded with dignity. 

As everyone was yelling at each other about who’s fault it is with Dice, Jerry, Porkrind, Elder Kettle, and Murray watching the fight unfold, Cuphead watched Mugman’s veins turning blue more. 

“Mugman?” Cuphead uttered. 

“WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP?!” Mugman cried before the submarine shook from the waters outside. 

Everyone stopped shouting in a instant when the submarine began rocking side to side. Brineybeard held onto the doorway with his hands, having his arms wrapped around the frog brothers. 

“Mugman, calm down,” Elder Kettle uttered. 

“He’s going to kill us in this submarine!” Tabitha barked. “Throw him out!” 

“NO!” Everyone shouted simultaneously except for Natalie. 

“Mugman, hey,” Porkrind called before watching Mugman break down crying in Cuphead’s grasp. 

“I-I didn’t mean to kill anyone!” Mugman sobbed, holding onto his brother tightly. 

“Don’t worry, lad, all o’ the scallywags ye’ve scuttled are assassins,” Brineybeard reassured Mugman.

“Yeah, you’ve killed the bad people,” Ribby responded, which was calming Mugman down. 

“Could’ve killed his brother if that half-ghost child wasn’t there,” Tabitha said with a scoff.

“Why are you like this?!” Croaks shouted at Tabitha.

“We just got Mugman to calm down a little bit!” Ribby added. 

Mugman could feel the electricity zipping through his veins inside of him, crying in pain. He couldn’t control what was happening. He was too afraid of himself. Before he could even reign in on his newfound powers, he screamed in pain. Cuphead was shoved away by the electricity, causing him to tumble back against Murray. 

“MUGMAN!” 

All of the voices calling his name and telling him to calm down…he couldn’t hear them anymore. He could hear his own screams in agony. His vision became blue and he could’ve sworn he had his old clothes back on that were covered in nothing but blood. He remembered what happened down there. He remembered his lack of control when he killed those assassins. He could’ve killed Cuphead if Chalice hadn’t stopped him and injected him with this…cure…? He could feel his heart racing and his body sweating. Everything was moving around until he could feel the waters rising above his ankles. 

Mugman could feel his tongue speaking a foreign language once again. He could see the battle around him. Everyone was fighting for their lives. There are people he knew and there are people he didn’t know who were fighting this battle. 

“Portae inferi apertae sunt.

Bellum veniet.

Munera tua te ducent ad gloriam.

Benedictiones numere antequam veniat interitus.”

“MUGMAN, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!” Croaks shouted, but it was muffled. 

“The gates of hell are open. 

The war will come. 

Your gifts will lead you to glory. 

Count the blessings before the destruction comes.”

Mugman breathed heavily, his body trembling. He felt held by someone, but he couldn’t see who it was. Mugman couldn’t hear the shouts from his friends, but he could hear war cries and witnessed the great battle in front of him in a kingdom he was unfamiliar with before blacking out.

~.~

“Mugman…Mugman! Wake up!”

Mugman groaned in pain and fluttered his eyes open. He blinked to find Cuphead trying to wake him up by shaking his shoulders. Mugman didn’t know what happened or what in the world did he do. The hallway of the submarine had water up slightly past the ankles of everyone else and it was tilted to the side. 

The mug blinked in confusion. “What-What just happened?” 

“Yeah, I’m a little confused myself,” Dice responded with a slight chuckle. 

“YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED!” Tabitha cursed at Mugman.

“Well, if you hadn’t provoked him, maybe he wouldn’t get upset,” Ribby argued with her. 

“Guys, would you stop fighting? You’re going to make it worse,” Jerry said. 

“I told you all to throw that rabid thing out of the submarine!” Tabitha barked at Brineybeard, Ribby, and Croaks. “But no, instead, you wanna keep that thing as your pet!” 

“Don’t you dare refer to my son as a pet!” Murray growled at Tabitha. 

“You know what, Tabitha, you need to get over yourself,” Porkrind growled. “Stop acting like you’re above everyone else.”

“I am above everyone else because I didn’t fall for that burden’s spell,” Tabitha said with a confident smirk.

“ALRIGHT, YOU KNOW WHAT?!” Porkrind lunged towards Tabitha to strangle her. Brineybeard stepped in between Porkrind and Tabitha, pushing him away from her. Jerry, Dice, Murray, and Elder Kettle held the overweight pig back. 

“Calm down, lad!” Brineybeard replied and then turned to Tabitha. “‘n ye better keep yer mouth shut if ye don’t want anyone t’ strangle ye in here!” 

Tabitha rolled her eyes. “Well, it proves more that his piece of burden has bewitched you all for a while.”

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT!!!” Porkrind cried, tears running down from his only eye. 

“You got a lot of nerve to talk about his daughter like that in front of him after he lost her,” Jerry snarled at Tabitha. 

“I thought that once she’s dead, it would break a spell as to why people actually like her. But no, she still has a hold on him even after she’s passed on. A shame really,” Tabitha said with a sigh. 

“YOU HEARTLESS SON OF A—”

“Porkrind! Not in front of the kids!” Elder Kettle reminded Porkrind before he could let out a curse word. 

“You know, I’m tempted to release him onto you and see how confident you are to say how much a burden his love one is in front of his face again,” Dice replied to Tabitha.

“Do it,” Porkrind demanded.

“Will you guys stop fighting for one second?!” Mugman screamed at everyone, now tears running down his ceramic cheeks and his eyes glowing blue. 

Everyone stopped shouting at each other and stared at Mugman, their shoulders tensed. The blue in his eyes faded and Mugman put his hands up. 

“Just stop fighting…It’s not going to make things better,” Mugman uttered.

“Not for you,” Tabitha said with a scoff. 

Everyone else except for Mugman glared at Tabitha. 

Natalie stayed silent while keeping Aurora close to her. 

Before anyone could say a word, they heard someone hop onto the submarine. They froze in terror, fearing the worst.

“Do you think it’s the Night Stalkers?” Ribby uttered in fear. 

“I thought we killed them all,” Croaks added.

“Shut up. Shut up,” Dice urged the frogs quietly. 

They heard footsteps coming over to the hatch and opening it, revealing sunlight. 

“Hello?! Is anyone down there?!” A familiar voice called. 

Chalice brightly smiled to hear that voice. “Canteen?!” 

“Chalice?!” Canteen hopped into the submarine, his feet hitting the water. “Whoa, what happened here—?” His sentence was swiftly interrupted by Chalice lunging towards him, hugging him with a laugh. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so glad you’re safe!” Chalice replied happily. 

Canteen blushed and smiled, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m glad you’re safe too!” 

Both of them realized they were hugging each other with more blushes on their faces. Chalice moved away immediately along with Canteen. 

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Chalice replied while scratching the back of her head. 

“I-It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re safe. Wait! The cure—”

“Worked like a charm,” Chalice replied while referring to Mugman. 

Canteen sighed in relief and looked up. “Everything is okay down here!” 

On cue, Sergeant O’Fera peeked into the submarine. 

“Good! C’mon! Let’s get you out of this submarine,” Sergeant O’Fera offered while four pups peeked into the submarine. She nodded her head to them as the pups managed to create a chain to help the group out of the flooded submarine. First, Natalie got out with Aurora in her arms with Brineybeard picking the girls up and offering them up to O’Fera to pick up. O’Fera grabbed Natalie and Aurora set them down on the submarine.  The puppies helped Cuphead and Mugman out of the submarine along with Canteen. Once the group climbed out of the submarine with the help of O’Fera and the pups, they realized that the submarine was crashed against the rocks while it was slowly sinking into the water. O’Fera whistled for Bulldog up on the edge of the high cliff. Bulldog jumped down with his jetpack on his back and picked up Canteen, Cuphead, Mugman, Chalice, Natalie, and Aurora. 

He flew the kids up towards the high cliff with the pups carrying O’Fera up there with them. Brineybeard watched Ribby and Croaks climbing up on the rock side of the cliff and took out his daggers to do the same thing.  Dice flicked his card in front of them, making it larger for the rest to get on. Dice sat on it while inviting Porkrind, Jerry, Elder Kettle, and Murray to get on. Porkrind seemed hesitant for a moment before getting on the large card with Dice along with Jerry, Elder Kettle, and Murray. 

Dice gestured Tabitha onto the card, who rolled her eyes with a slight scoff and got on the card, but a bit further away from the men. He shrugged at the rest of the men and flew up with the card carrying them. 

Brineybeard, Ribby, Croaks reached up there last with heavy breaths from climbing. 

Tabitha got up and picked Natalie and Aurora up from Bulldog. 

“Mom,” Natalie groaned. 

“We’re done with these silly adventures with those peasants,” Tabitha grumbled. “We’re going home.”

“But Mom—”

“No buts.” Tabitha carried Natalie and Aurora away from the group with a glare over her shoulder at Porkrind. “I hope you get over that burden’s death eventually.” 

Porkrind growled, his eye filled to the brim with tears. When he was about to charge after her, Dice stopped him and shook his head to tell the pig that it wasn’t worth it. 

O’Fera glanced over at Murray. “What’s her deal?”

Murray shrugged his shoulders. 

“She’s got a case of a stick up in her butt,” Jerry explained. 

The pups gasped. 

“Oh no, is she okay?” one of the pups questioned.

“Does she need to go to the hospital?” the other pup asked. 

“He means that she’s a snob,” O’Fera clarified to the pups.

“OH!” the pups replied simultaneously. 

O’Fera glanced at the rest of the group. “I was going to offer you all a place to stay for a little while. Maybe make yourselves at home here while recovering from whatever happened down in Hell.”

“How did you—?”

“I told them,” Canteen explained to Elder Kettle before he could ask. “They offered until we can get back up on our feet.” 

“That would be wonderful,” Murray said with a light blush.

O’Fera nodded her head. “Then, let’s go.”

O’Fera led the group through the forest towards the Howling Aces’ base. 

~.~

“Hey, wake up! You don’t have much time! D’uh, c’mon! Ugh, c’mon!” 

Cassidy fluttered her eyes open to feel someone shaking her shoulder. Her vision was a blur to notice a fat purple…something…wait, no, it was a demon. His eyes were yellow with orange irises, his veins glowing orange but that didn’t change his meek demeanor. 

“W-What happened?” Cassidy asked while noticing that she was wearing a tight red dress that was sleeveless, a v-line down to her chest, and her red furry legs were exposed. She looked around to realize that she was laying on the red cushion in the library. 

Henchman held Cassidy up on her shoulders. “The boss took the bullet out of your skull and restored your brain. I’m not sure how…but I can tell you that you shouldn’t be here. You, as a mortal, are not allowed down here just as much as you are not allowed to be up in Heaven. You need to get out of here. I can help you. C’mon, before the boss gets back—”

The door opened behind Henchman, causing him to whirl around to see Devil approaching them. 

“Ah, Henchman, I see that you’re helping our guest be more comfortable,” Devil said with a smirk. 

Henchman faked a smile and sweated profusely. “Oh yeah, definitely.” 

Devil shifted his glance at the red feline with black hair illuminated by the fire in the fireplace with a wicked grin, showing all of his fangs. However that grin faded when he tried to contort his face into sadness. “Oh, poor girl, you must have been so confused. So afraid of me. You must be thinking of escaping, have you?”

Cassidy arched a brow. “Uh, who are you?” 

Devil gasped as if he was offended. “You don’t know who I am?! Well, I guess that bullet really did take half of your memory.” Devil smirked more at the thought. “I am the Devil. The ruler of souls. And you, my dear, are in my realm now.” 

Cassidy tilted her head. “What kind of souls do you rule?” 

“The lost ones, of course.”

“Then, how come they’re screaming in agony?” 

“It’s from their own self-infliction. It happens down here quite a lot,” Devil said with a grin. “Anyway, do you remember anything at all? Like how you got here or…?” 

Cassidy pondered for a moment. “Oh, I remembered Dad and Jerry. And that cute blue-nosed mug…I can’t remember his name, but he is a cutie.” She said this with a blush. 

“Boss, she shouldn’t be down here,” Henchman whispered to Devil. “You remember the deal with the Most High? If you keep breaking it…oh, the Most High…He’ll—”

“I don’t care what He thinks, Henchman,” Devil scowled. “Besides, her soul was contracted to me.” 

“What?” Henchman uttered.

“Oh, I’m surprised that I haven’t told you, Henchman. Her soul is contracted to me by her beloved father,” Devil said with a grin.

Cassidy arched a brow with her ears pinned down to her head. “Really?” 

“Oh yes,” Devil said while taking out a soul contract and showed it to her, showing Porkrind’s name along with Jerry’s. “They decided to sign your soul over to me and—”

Devil noticed Cassidy reading the contract without reacting to his words. 

“Why do the signatures looked forged?” Cassidy questioned. 

Devil swiftly pulled the contract away from her. “It’s not.”

“Really? Because the signatures looked nothing like Dad’s and Jerry’s—”

“That’s besides the point. Your precious family and friends gave you up. They all left you behind in here!” Devil said with his fist on his hips. “Wanna know why? Because they all think that you’re a burden! All of them!” 

Cassidy frowned and looked away. “That can’t be true. Dad and Jerry doesn’t think that. On top of that, they might be able to come back for me. I just have to wait.” 

“Oh, you think your dads are going to come back to you?! HAHAHAHAHA!!! So naive. It’s no wonder that you’re so easy to take advantage of for Natalie,” Devil replied with his fists on his hips. 

Cassidy widened her eyes to remember Natalie’s last words. 

“WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BURDEN?!” 

Cassidy breathed heavily, tears streaming down her red furry cheeks. 

Devil smirked when he got a reaction out of Cassidy. “You remembered what she said, don’t you? She doesn’t think of you as a friend. She pities you. I’m sure that she’s not the only one who feels any kind of pity for you.”

“W-What do you mean?” Cassidy stuttered. 

“Don’t you know? Your blue-nosed mug only got together with you because he feels sorry for you.”

Cassidy’s memory of Mugman altered into him constantly ignoring her when she tried to reach out for him when she had a crush on him. 

“Your father only raised you because he pities your pathetic self,” Devil said, his lies becoming honey in her ears. 

The memories of Porkrind and Jerry were altered with Porkrind yelling at her and calling her a piece of burden all of her life, and Jerry looking at her with disgust. 

“Oh, and did I mention that your other friends, including Ribby and Croaks, have never wanted to do anything with you, but of course, just like everyone else, they pitied you?” 

Her memories were changed with Ribby and Croaks being hostile to her, while the others like Cuphead, Chalice, Canteen, and Aurora, were talking about how much she looked like a wet mop and how she was such a burden to spend time with behind her back. 

Cassidy slowly believed those memories and the lies the Devil told her. 

Devil watched her spirit breaking apart with an evil grin, her tears running down her red furry cheeks. He sighed and softened his gaze to express sympathy even when he had none. 

“Oh, poor sweet girl, the whole world must have thought you’re a burden, huh? You were cast off and mistreated for such a long time. No matter what you do, to be kind and to give to the world your all, the world will always take advantage of you. No matter what you do, you’ll never be good enough for anyone. You know, I know that feeling quite a lot. You and I are a lot alike as I thought. You deserved to get your vengeance. You deserved to be something that’s worth more than just a mere burden to mortals like you. And I have all of that. I can make you better than anyone else in the whole world. Make you become something that they will admire about you,” Devil offered his hand with a grin. “What do you say, Cassidy?” 

Cassidy looked at his hand, teary-eyed. “And I won’t be a burden to anyone anymore?”

The Devil smiled and nodded. “Of course not. I’ll make sure of that.” 

She looked at his hand one last time with a form of skepticism. She didn’t notice Henchman gesturing her to not take the Devil’s hand before she reached her paw up to his hand to grab it. 

Once she grabbed it, she could feel the heat in her paw. She withdrew her paw away from the burn until she could see the orange glow in her veins. She breathed heavily in fear as the burning glow covered her body, causing her to scream loud enough for the demons in the underworld to hear her. 

The Devil’s grin widened once more to watch Cassidy writhed in pain, her fur darkened and her black hair growing longer and her bangs becoming thinner. She grew nine tails while her eyes were no longer normal. Once the pain subsided and she collapsed, Henchman looked on with horror with his teeth chattering. The Devil watched her rise up to her feet and her bones cracking at every movement with a smirk. 

Cassidy opened her red eyes with white slit pupils. She grinned sadistically with her teeth sharpened and her forked tongue hidden in her mouth. 

“Why hello there,” Cassidy finally said, her demonic voice taking over. 

To Be Continued...

[angelofstarlight]

Cuphead supernatural au

Despite what the title says no this is not a au about the show Supernatural. I mean supernatural like vampires, werewolves, witches and stuff like that. Everyone is also humanized but has their normal names and the Cupbros are twenty two.

The au has all of the characters already knowing each other too.

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It was midday on Inkwell Isles and Cuphead was out for a walk. It was the only time he didn't mind being out since the night was much more dangerous. He did run into some family friends while out.

"HI Cuphead. Finally wearing the dress Chalice got you I see." Bonbon the candy witch said noticing the dress under his cape.

Cuphead nodded. Despite being male he enjoyed wearing dresses or skirts. He did have pants to wear too and no one really got bothered by it.

"How have you been?" Beppi asked.

"Good. Grandfather didn't want me to leave the house until my neck heal." Cuphead said.

Bonbon scowled while Djimmi and Beppi winced. They along with everyone on the Isles knew King Dice, the vampire King, became interested in Cuphead and no one close to the young male was happy. His brother and grandfather the most.

"I'm not surprised. Perhaps I could convince Kettle to let me teach you magic. That way you can defend yourself." Bonbon said.

"Really? I understand grandfather not wanting me to learn to fight because of how frail I am due to the illness I had as a child. But magic is different." Cuphead said.

"You bet it is." Djimmi said.

Cuphead chatted with them for a little longer before he continued on his walk. The young adult wondered around the city for a little longer before he began walking home.

However once Cuphead reached the beginning of the woods the sun had set and barely any rays of light were there. He pulled his cape closer to him before quickly walking through the woods.

The last thing Cuphead wanted was to run into King Dice. That vampire was infuriating and cunning. When he got half way through Cuphead heard the leaves in the trees rustling.

He looked around not seeing any and shaking his head. Cuphead felt he was being paranoid. However a voice behind him literally said otherwise.

"Well well looks like I found a lost little Princess."

Cuphead yelped and turned around to see King Dice smirking down at him. How he hated his height.

"I'm not a princess." Cuphead said quickly turning his head away to avoid being hypnotized again.

"Yet you look like one." The vampire said walking closer to the small male.

Cuphead flushed bright red at his comment before turning around to continue walking home but Dice wrapped arm arm around his waist.

"And where do you think you are going my pretty little prey." He said.

"Home. Now let go of me." Cuphead said struggling to get free but Dice's grip was too strong for him.

Dice smirked amused before spinning Cuphead around to face him. The smaller male continued to struggle before Dice gently but tightly grabbed Cuphead's chin. The vampire king tilted his head up and managed to hypnotize the mortal before he could close his eyes.

"That's better my dear." King Dice said as Cuphead went slightly limp in him arms.

"Hmm." came from Cuphead's mouth.

The vampire chuckled before he cupped the back of the smaller male's head and tilted it back. He then lowered his head to Cuphead's neck and bit the soft flesh. Cuphead gasped from the pain.

After a moment or two Dice released Cuphead's neck and licked the puncture wound to heal it. He chuckled at the other's dazed and loopy expression.

"Such a pretty look." Dice said nuzzling Cuphead.

However before the vampire could take Cuphead away to his castle Dice was shot with a arrow to the shoulder. He growled in rage when Cuphead is ripped out of his arms by his brother after he stabbed him.

Elder Kettle glared at the vampire while holding a crossbow while Mugman helped Cuphead who was no longer hypnotized.

"Stay away from my grandson Dice. He isn't some plaything for you." He said.

"Of course he isn't. He is much more than that. I will get him eventually old man." Dice growled before leaving.

Once he was gone Elder Kettle lowered his weapon as he looked at his grandchildren. Mugman was holding Cuphead's cheeks as he groaned.

"I'm sorry. I mistimed my outting." Cuphead said.

"We know Cuppy. Can you stand?" Mugman said.

"No everything is spinning and fuzzy." He replied.

Mugman looked at Elder Kettle before he handed the young man his crossbow and carefully picked up Cuphead. They soon walked to their home.

As they walked Mugman looked at his younger twin and wished he never suffered this fate. But he did know he could try to protect his brother. Once inside their home Elder Kettle took Cuphead to his room while Mugman put the crossbow away.

He then went upstairs to head to Cuphead's room. Mugman wasn't leaving his brother's side for a while.

[bugsbunnyblogsstuff]

Summertime Savage

(Bugs Pov)

I tried to act nonchalant about the never-ending crippling anxiety.

Jessica returned back with the papers.

I blinked. Confused by why she was here so late.

Cuphead smiled, ruffling his hair as he grabbed the other hand, already memorizing his lines, while Porky peeked over his shoulder, blushing.

Daffy and Lola were already bonding, I wouldn't let this happen.

"You are quite gorgeous, m'lady!" I said, closing my eyes to kiss her hand. It felt feathery, which was weird?

I opened my eyes in shock, I was kissing daffy?!

In mock enjoyment, he tried to enjoy it, but this was bullshit. Why would I like boys? Sounds stupid at first, but trust me, why should I kiss a boy?

Cuphead immediately pushed me and daffy together, as we both gasped, accidentally getting passionate, due to the on-growing heat we had. It felt good?

Daffy closed his eyes, trying to pull away, but my teeth were stuck in his bill, and we were stuck together.

I tried to push back, and at least we could pretend to date if anything or anyone asked, welp, we tried.

It's more like I tried....

He was lazy as f*ck when I came to this. His bulge was noticeable since he never buttoned his pants.

I tried to look away, but it was so big...

Daffy smirked, able to free the both of us, shushing me. He looked hazy, almost smiling, seeing me tense up. Was I truly his type?

He pushed me into another kiss to get on my nerves, I felt his tongue in my mouth, swirling around my mouth....

Why was it so strange to be doing this? we just met a couple of hours ago.

I felt loose, limp almost. It was as if he could read me like a book, Ace always commented on my easy-to read expressions.

He stopped kissing me and went down to my neck, I couldn't move under his dominant grip, cuphead was recording, and lola and Porky were innocently laughing.

I felt a sharp sting on my neck as I fell to my knees due to the pain I winced holding my neck.

"W-why would you do that?" I asked, shouting at cuphead who shrugged, pointing to the script....

We were on-script lovers?!

Oh, Buster would kill me if I called him with a hickey....

Maybe I could play it off....

It's not like i like daffy or anything.....

"Good, job darling....."

[sw124]

Ask Sun and Moon AU

[Reader!Insert]

New Addition!

[curse you @shandzii you made me do this…but man I love your version of Sun and Moon! Also shout out to @rainy-nomad thanks to your four armed version of Sun and Moon I created Clover…yes to all you fans of mine Clover will be in this. This version of her will only have two arms. I couldn’t help myself! This is a Y/N story yes, I love the reader insert aspect and….I may do more with Clover in other versions]

“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they get a load of you!” You chuckled, they were adding the finishing touches on a their newest creation for the daycare.

You tilted its head back and with a freshly dipped paintbrush began painting the little details on the face, three black flower-petal eyelashes for both eyes, then a nice spring green for the eye color, followed by two adorable little shamrocks on the cheeks. Next came the clothing choice, sticking with the ‘green theme’ you pulled out a large oversized nightshirt Moon left out once. You had a friend make some alterations and added a large patch on the front, followed by some striped pants from a clown costume, green ballet shoes. Lacing them up was a bitch but eh, it brought he look together.

You stepped back…..she looked like those old harlequin dolls old ladies collected, you started noticing somethings you added in…probably unconsciously. The button nose for one…too much Cuphead cartoons you thought but if it works it works. She defiantly had a type of ‘rubber hose’ cartoon look to her which was adorable.

“Alright the easy parts over…..now the hard part…what the hell to call you.” You sighed, you hadn’t thought of a single name for this thing.

……Then you had a ‘face palm’ moment, it was fucking staring right at you!

[Later at midnight]

You made triple sure not to get caught when the lights went out, you wanted this surprise to STAY a surprise, especially for Moon. You were carrying this said ‘surprise’ on your back for a bit before opting for one of the strollers, they were small enough to fit….but it still looked pretty damn suspicious of you to push around a stroller. Thankfully your ‘surprise’ was staying quiet, after a quick jog you made it to the Daycare.

Now came a bit of a challenge…sneaking the surprise in without Sun noticing, peeking through the Daycare doors you saw him cleaning up. He was going back to his room above the ballpit to get something, this was the perfect!

Quickly you picked up your little ‘surprise’ and brought them in, hiding them in one of the tubes of the play-structure. You were sure this was going to be epic….

Until the lights suddenly went off.

You froze, checking your watch…it wasn’t even the end of the hour why the hell did the lights go off?! You told the surprise to stay where they were and crawled back out, you quickly scanned the area. It was gonna be bad if Moon found the surprise first, you wanted to introduce him slowly to the ‘surprise’ but that wasn’t gonna happen now.

“Well~ your here early~”

Well shit…..you caught sight of Moon right above you, taking a chance you looked over and saw the ‘surprise’ staring…an instantly you forgot that the ‘surprise’ had light up eyes! You tried to think of a way both tell the ‘surprise’ to hide but not alert Moon…at least your ‘surprise’ was smart and covered their face.

“Hey freak.” You said.

Moon gave his usual villain chuckle, you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t mean…just an asshole…a child friendly one at times.

“Now, there’s not need for name calling, though I’m willing to forgive….if you tell me what your hiding.”

…..Fuck he saw….well of course he did! Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration…you stared directly at the nap-time animatronic before getting out your flashlight.

“Its a surprise for you and Sun, I’ll show them to you first Moon… huge condition, if you don’t behave I’ll stick this flashlight so far up your ass-“

“Language~” he purred at you.

“Save it, I’ve heard you curse that five times yesterday an all in the span of five minutes I might add! Now listen, I mean it Moon….please be at least decent to them…I made them specifically for you and Sun.” Your voice became softer….you watched Moons expression go from impish….to mild surprise.

“For…Sunny and I?” He asked.

“Yeah…I know you hate it but…remember a month back involving that mom who neglected to tell you guys about her daughters allergies?”

An as expected, Moon’s face turned from surprise…to down right disgust. You watched those sharp teeth start gnashing and pretending to chew on something despite having nothing in his mouth. The incident in question was an attempt to try and sue the Pizzaplex, the mother purposely neglected to tell Sun about her daughters peanut allergies. So when the daughter had a bad allergic reaction the blame was placed on Sun and the Pizzaplex.

But unfortunately for the mom, her daughter turned out to be a huge fan of Sun and exposed her mother’s plan when her mom threatened to have they Daycare permanently shut down. The mom was arrested for child endangerment and divorced, the little girl wasn’t banned cause…well she can’t control her mom’s actions. Needless to say it left a toll on Sun, he was so panicked and slightly traumatized by the event….

“Yes….I remember…” he growled.

“Well I made you guys something to help prevent another incident like that and also help take some of the burden of watching so many kids off your back.”

You turned and walked over to the tube, your ‘surprise’ was still in there…smiling you turned to Moon and motioned him to turn around.

He gave you a very unamused look..you repeated the motion and this time he complied. You turned back to your ‘surprise’ and motioned them to come out. They did…all be it slowly, apparently intimidated by just the sound of Moon’s voice. Geez you were hoping this would go well cause if not…well you tried not to think about it.

You made your ‘surprise’ stand in front of you, you held back a chuckle as they covered their face with their sleeves.

“Ok Moon, here ‘she’ is.”

You watched Moon turn, obviously confused by the little figure. Though you felt some panic when he knelt down and pulled on the sleeves…..but that panic disappeared when you saw his face when he got a look at the ‘surprise’s’ face.

You smirked. “Moon, this is Clover. Your new baby sister, Clover this is Moon. He and Sundrop are going to be your big brothers, don’t be shy now say hello!”

Ooh the look on Moon’s face was just priceless! The look of shock and confusion made whatever prank he planned for you later worth it, though you still were worried about how he’d react to Clover. If anything he’d just ignore her, Sun you knew would welcome her with open arms. You gently backed up to give Clover room to move…she shuffled in one spot…a bit bashful on first meeting.

“H-Hi….I’m Clover…you-your new assistant, I’m designed to help kids with medical an emotional health. I’m programmed with stories to help with both story time and helping other children who are reluctant to nap.”

Well she was more confident in speaking to him….Moon was just staring at her, you watched her shuffle more and fidget with her fingers..an before long…

You watched Moon pick her up into his arms…look directly at you…

“She’s mine…an we are leaving.” An with that he turned and walked away back towards the play-structure.

“Whoa Moon wait-“

Too late, he had disappeared along with Clover…and you were being called to help with a parent acting like a fucking dick-bag….

[two hours later]

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

You got a call to return to the Daycare, something happened you knew it! Oh you should’ve waited, waited or at least fucking TOLD THEM! You ran up to see another worker, just giggling her head off, you slowed down and overheard her muttering.

“Oh my god, that is so freaking cute!”

Confused…you walked over and looked through the glass surrounding the Daycare…only to see Sun chasing Clover in a game of tag. You wondered for a moment if the lights came on after you left…maybe Moon didn’t scare her too badly..?

“Oh Y/N there you are, man you missed some cute stuff!”

You stared at your co-worker…unaware of what their name was you asked what had happened.

[Flashback after Y/N left]

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise hmm~?” Moon gave a sinister chuckle, he looked over Clover another time.

She was such a cute little skrundly, yes she was. Big green eyes, shy personality…of course Moon would fix that, he’d turn her into a sassy little spitfire soon. Although Sun was already begging to have the lights on so he could meet their new ‘sister’ but since the lights were on a timer…Moon would make the most of his time.

“As you know, I’m Moon and I am your big brother. So you know, I share a body with Sun. When the lights come on we switch places…he takes over when the lights are on and I take over when the lights are out. Got that?” Moon asked, gently poking the button nose on his new sister.

This…earned him a giggle…gosh even her giggles were adorable. What on earth did that human create?! Seriously, they made a walking doll…wrapped up in a jesters costume.

Moon had to give credit where credit was due….now on to the fun part, since Sun would go crazy if he tried teaching her ‘bad’ words right away he figured he’d do something else. Setting her down for a moment he sat down to ponder…already contorting his body in his ‘pondering’ pose. He sat like that for a moment…when he noticed Clover attempting to copy him.

“Hm?” He looked over at her, she was pretty flexible he could tell…but she just couldn’t seem to figure out where to put her parts.

Moon gave a chuckle. “Here now little dewdrop, follow my lead”

Dewdrop…that was a cute little nickname for her, he wondered if that would be the name of her own candy. Would she get that treatment though? He threw the thought out an focused, he started out with simple things like splits and seeing if she could touch her toes. Then came more challenging ones, scorpion poses, folding poses…she copied them perfectly. Moon decided to be bold and see how she faired using the wires, he attached himself to his own and sprang up…but looked down and saw she wasn’t following..but staring with wide eyed amazement.

“You can fly?!” Clover gasped, Moon chuckled and lowered himself.

“In a way, its a harness. I’m sure you’ve got one built in too…don’t you?”

Clover reached and felt the latch on her back, nodding but then pointed out something Moon had missed.

“I do, but there’s only one cable in the Daycare and that belongs to you…and Sun I think..”

Thats right, there was only one cable…well no matter. Moon knew how to improvise, he lowered himself before detaching himself from the cable. He motioned Clover to turn around, she complied. When he was sure she was attached safely he rose the cable up enough so the two were at eye level with each other.

“Alright thats good enough.”

An so began his lessons on using the cable, of course she got tangled but only a few times. She was lasting a lot longer then Sun could…speaking of which he was trying his best to keep Sun calm as well. He was going absolutely nuts over their new ‘sibling’ an was being rather loud…well loud for ‘him’ at least.

He was watching her try and do a twirl…when she paused to look at him.

“Um…Moon?” Her voice was as soft as a pillow.

“Yes?”

“….You and Sun…share a body..right?”

“Yes, we do.”

Slowly Clover lowered herself back to the floor, it didn’t take a genius to see something was bugging her.

“Is..does he see…what you see? Is he aware of what happens when you take over?”

Huh, well he was going to expect a question like that from her someday just not now…he knelt down and gently patted her head.

“Yes, he see’s what I see and is always aware of what I’m doing. Why do you ask?”

He watched her eyes dart from side to side, trying not to make contact with his…before working up the courage to look right at him.

“Does…he like me? I mean…can you ask him if…he’s ok with me being here?”

Well….that caught him off guard, Moon was expecting questions on Sun’s personality or mannerism but..already assuming she was being a burden or a problem. Sun was screaming at the back of their mind how she could assume such a thing..but Moon quickly told Sun to calm down mentally and focused on Clover.

“He’s excited to meet you personally, why on earth would you think he’d not like you?”

“…I…sorta overheard some workers talking…saying how mad you or Sun would be if I showed up..”

“Well my dear, those workers can pound sand…with their heads for all I care. Sunny and I are very happy to have you here, it’ll be nice to have more company. That an the children here will just adore you, after-all…I just met you an already I like you…a lot.” Moon patted her head before standing up, he had to time this right.

“In fact…how ‘we’ show you ourselves?”

Clover blinked, suddenly the lights came back on. Startled for a moment she turned to Moon-….only to find he was gone…and instead, Sun standing there with a big grin on his face.

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Clover! We finally get to meet face to face!” Sun waisted no time in scooping up the smaller animatronic into his arms in a tight hug.

“Oh Clover, I heard what you said and no, I absolutely adore you! You are just the cutest little sweetie I’ve ever seen! Moony and I would just love having a little sister like you around the Daycare, you’re absolutely perfect!”

Sun couldn’t contain himself, he spun around with his new sister in his arms. Pausing a moment to let her rest, the spinning making her dizzy….or at least thats what she wanted Sun to think. The moment he sat her down though she poked his ‘nose’ and gave a little wink.

“Boop, your it!” Clover giggled and bolted.

Sun sat there confused…before realizing what she had just done and what challenge she initiated.

“You sneaky little girl! I’ll have you know I’m one of the best at tag!”

An with that….the game was on, Clover felt at home, she felt this is where she was meant to be…

She was going to like it here.

End.

Oh and here’s a pic of Clover for those who wanna know what she looks like, Credit for this art goes to @rainy-nomad

https://rainy-nomad.tumblr.com/post/674425406031577088/happy-belated-birthday-birthday-buddy-for-the

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be. 

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head. 

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave. 

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou. 

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily. 

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative. 

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest. 

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out. 

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss. 

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch. 

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort. 

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?” 

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes. 

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you. 

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water. 

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you. 

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou. 

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it. 

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains. 

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man. 

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here. 

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise. 

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice. 

[askteacupfollie]

Close Call- Happily ever after

(🇬🇷) Cupboard had appeared suddenly with a magic crystal she took their powers.. It was painful it felt as if someone was trying to burn them alive as if someone was trying to remove their souls out of their bodies…

Mugman and cuphead screamed.. Screams of excruciating pain Camilla didn’t know how to help them

Cupboard turn her attention to her “everything that happens to them.. Is you fault! .. If you were a good girl none of this would be real! Hm.. Whom shall I kill first the red one..? Or the blue one?”

“CAMILLA RUN!!” they yelled the pain unbearable..

“I can’t leave you guys she is insane!” She said tears threaten to ran down her beautiful emerald eyes.. “We will be fine!” said Cuphead “go!” said mugman..

She attempted to run but Cupboard said “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?! YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE FROM ME AGAIN?! YOU LITTLE BRAT!? HEH GUESS WHAT YOU AIN’T GOING…ANYWHERE!!!” using magic a cage appeared around her and trapped her..

Cuphead used a small knife he had in his pocket and threw it at her hands..“ GAH! W-WHO DARES?! "  the magic auta that had surrounded them stopped existing and the boys fell down panting.. Cuphead raised his middle finger ” I DARE! YA GOT PROBLEM WITH THAT?!“ 

Cupboard clenched her teeth.. And fists. She removed the knife from her hands and with magic  she made it bigger and sharper..” let’s see how tough you are now little man!“  mugman got up and ran cuphead was helpless.. She raised the dagger slowly his eyes reflecting on the silver blade..  Cuphead closed his eyes and prepared for the inevitable…

WHOOSH

The dagger fell.. CRACK SMASH

Cuphead opened his eyes and to his absolute horror he.. Saw… Mugman.. In front of him his hands opened in a protective way and his eyes widen.. From surprise and pain… Cupboard smiled… Cuphead gasped… Shock fear.. Mugs.. No..no.. Mugman saw Camilla her eyes widen her hands covering her mouth shock written in her beautiful face… "MUGMAN?!” Cuphead got up holding his side he coughed… “Mugs?” he fell down again..

Mugman saw Camilla he smiled.. Then Cupboard trusted the dagger deeper.. And she put her foot to pushed him and remove it from his chest..

Mugman looked at Camilla… Blood ran down from his lips.. And few tears ran down his ocean blue eyes..he fell down slowly on his knees and then face down on the dirt..

THUD

Cuphead crawled to him using his elbows..he took his hand “Mugs?!. Why.. Why did you do that?! You insane!?!” He turned him around and held him in his arms.. No… No…no no NONONONONO! This can’t be happening what kind if nightmare is this? He closed his eyes waiting to wake up.. His eyes widen he felt mugman holding coming closer to his chest..

Mugman opened his eyes to see who was holding him.. He saw cuphead.. Who’s eyes were closed as if he was trying to wake frim a dream.. He opened them again tears ran down his brownish red eyes..

Mugman could feel Cuphead’s heart beating like crazy inside his chest..

Cuphead put his glove on his wound so he will stop the bleeding.. “I.. I… I..ca-can pa-parry you back!! No.. N-n-no problem! Just hang on!”

Mugman smiled “No this time… Brother..*cough* * cough * - blood ran down from his lips..- we.. We lost our powers remember!”

SHIIIIIITTTT

Cuphead tried frantically to stop the bleeding his glove had turned red from blood.. Mugman’s hoodie had darkened in the spot and he could feel the blood in his porcelain skin….. His breathing worsen..

“ Cuphead.. Please take care of elder kettle.."  Cuphead cried "NO DON’T TALK LIKE THAT!”

“Confess *cough * to Cam You *cough* *cough * deserve to be * shaky breath *.. Happy!”

Cuphead cried harder.. “NO! WE WE WILL CONFESS TOGETHER YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS AS WELL! MUGS! PLEASE… DONT… DONT.. LEAVE ME!!!  I can’t lose you. You elder kettle Camilla are all I have… You are my brother.. Please… Don’t leave me!” Mugman said “Hey don’t cry its okay! I don’t blame you for this!” he raised his hands to wipe away the tears leaving some blood on Cuphead’s cheek..

Cupboard enjoyed it she looked at Camilla.“ HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FROM PLAYING SMART ON ME LADY!"  she attempted to kill cuphead as well cuphead hugged mugman tighter.. Camilla had enough… She took.. Her belt and tied it on the cage she took her magic spoon and aimed at her aunt.. She pulled her belt along with her spoon backwards like an arrow..

And said "HEY BITCH!!” she turned around the same time she let go if hee spoon with great force it went threw her chest and she disappeared in a poof of Black smoke

*NOOOOOOOOO* POOF

The cage disappeared.. 

She took her belt and her magic spoon.. She walked towards them she sat next to cuphead.. Who was crying.. “Camilla? Would you please take care of my brother for me?” he took her hand and put it upon Cuphead’s hand he smiled and patted it  gently  She nodded! “yes..o..of course!” He took Cuphead’s shirt and pulled him closer “Promise me that you will be strong!” Cuphead cried harder “Mugs?.. I… I… I. Promise.. I will.. Be.. Strong!”

He smiled “I love you all!… Camilla.. I.. wish we had more time… Im sorry!” “I love you too my brother!” said cuphead  “Mugman? I love you!” said Camilla and caressed with her hand his face.. He leaned and smiled in ber touch  He smiled weakly..

And soon his body relaxed his eyes unfocused he could them calling him. But couldn’t move soon he let his final breath the images of cuphead and camilla became blurry and the last thing his heard was his name anguish pain. Grief. His hands slipped and fell down he completely relaxed and went slack on Cuphead’s arms his head rolled on the side and his beautiful ocean blue eyes.. Closed not to be open again..

“HEY HEY OPEN YOU EYES OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES LOOK AT ME LOOK AT CAMILLA SPEAK TO US.. MUGMAN?! MUUUUGGGGMMMAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!” more tears fell from his eyes and landed on mugs cheek.. Mugman laid there “Can’t you parry him.?” she asked

“No..i lost my powers she took them away…” he said softly She remembered the crystal that fell from her when she vanished..

“Wait here she said! ” she got up and walked to where cupboard had disappeared she found a purple crystal at the shape of circle.. She took it and went back

“This? I heard her saying a chant or something let’s try”

She said “Epestrepse tis dynámeis tous píso se aftous (return their powers back to them )” (hehe greek 😘😜)

The crystal was levitated from her arms.. Red aura surrounded cuphead and entered inside him Blue aura entered inside mugman..

His soul left from his body a pink heart at the center of his body above his mug was a white halo with blue stripes..

A sad look on his face he waved them farewell and flew higher..

Cuphead told Camilla “stay back cam!” She obeyed.. Cuphead parried mugman. And his soul returned back to his body

 GGGGGAAAAAAASSSPPP Mugman took a deep breath as all senses returned to him at once..

Cuphead smiled and tears of happiness ran from his eyes “ He.. He.. He.. Is.. Alive HE IS ALIVE COME HERE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! he jumped and grabbed him in a bear hug both on the ground cuphead didn’t let go of him he cried and started kissing his cheeks” DONT YOU DARE SCARE ME AGAIN LIKE THIS! ASSHOLE! “ Cuphead said… Mugman was surprised but hugged him back..his face on Cuphead’s shoulder a happy smiley on his face.. Cuphead helped him get up ” what happened? What? “ he asked perplexed” “We almost lost you.. Cupboard stole our powers and you saved me… Now she is gone! DON’T SCARE ME AGAIN! ” yelled cuphead 

“ Heh i don’t intend to! ” he said rubbing the back of his mug..“ You better! Not do that again you asshole! ” Cuphead said smirking and he playfully punched mugman on the shoulder 

Camilla came *SLAAAAP* YOU SCARED ME!! YOU BASTARD!! “ She said and slapped him in the cheek creating a small crack.. Mugman held his cheek.. A sad look on his face. 

But then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him this took him by surprise.. he wrapped his hands around her and kissed her.(YAS!) 

She later kissed Cuphead.. "Let’s go home boys” they went home they took a shower they ate a beautiful meal. Laughing and  having a great time

Camilla fed mugman and cuphead using both her arms and the boys fed her as well then..they played games they sang They danced..

They watch a movie and fell asleep hugging each other they ate popcorn 🍿 they were wrapped in fluffy blankets. Camilla was in the middle her arms around mugman and cuphead cuphead on the left and mugman on the right 

They fall asleep cuddling and with a happy smile on their faces.. 

~That was a close call but they lived happily ever after! ~  “I love you "  camilla said and kissed the boys she then closed her eyes.. Everyone was safe and sound A happy expression on their faces! 

🎉🎊❤️The end! 🎉🎊♥️

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An alternative version! Angst with a happy ending! I hope you like it! Thank you for everything and If I was ever disrespectful or rude my apologies i didn’t intend to! Thank you for everything amazing artist! 💙☺️☺️😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

RESPONSE

Mod- I like happy endings! This will be good for my UwU followers (looking at you TheDarkestTalent) Also this was the only thing I could think of when I was reading this

I cried laughing at this!!

[teen-cups-au]

¡Mea Culpa! ~ ¿What Have I done?

A Teen Cups fanfiction, submitted by a follower

Mea Culpa - My fault

WARNINGS ⚠️ : suffocation, death (for this part)  swearing, blood fight angst, 

“There are many hospital stories… One of them… Is the following… I.. Still regret what I said that night…Its My fault this happened how much I wish I turned time back and erased what I’ve Done..*sighs* I regret…*gulp * all the things I said! ” Cuphead said drinking his beer and looking at the sea a few steps away from  their home.. 

“It all began mounths ago.. And I fucking regret what.. I said..I regret what I had done! even thought he forgave me.. I can still see the pain in his eyes..to this day… There isn’t a minute where I don’t regret what I’ve done... A minute I don’t ask myself ¿What have I done? ” he continued.. 

.. A few months ago.. 

He came home from the casino drunk and dizzed he had smoked Marijuana and had some drinks more. 

He came home laughing, dancing, swaying left and right.. Mugman was awake and waiting for him. Elder kettle was away for business he should come in the morning. 

Mugman heard the door opening.. Cuphead entered inside. He closed the door. He left his keys and walked… Mugman got up and crossed his hands in front of his chest… A stern look on his face.. 

“You are drunk again cuphead I worry about you!” he was wearing his black sleeve less shirt and blue pants..  Cuphead looked at him and said in a drunk way 

“Why *hic* da ya worry  about me *hic* im fine actually *hic* im better than eva (ever) ” he slurred 

“Cuphead please it isn’t healthy.. Could you please be more careful! ” mugman tried.

Cuphead asked  “Why.. Do you care?" 

Mugman replied "What do you mean?! You are my brother of course I care!” he exclaimed 

Cuphead said nothing “….." 

Mugman sighed  ”*sighs* Cuphead please listen -“ 

"NO! .. YOU LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!” he snapped (ooffff cuphead got wild!) (OoO)

Mugman flinched his brother  had never before  yelled and called him like that.. 

“ITS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I SUFFER… ITS BECAUSE OF YOU I AM THE WAY I AM YOU ARE SO DAMN PERFECT IM NOTHING IN FRONT OF YOU!! YOU HAVE THE WHOOOOOLLEEEE  FUCKING ATTENTION AND I GOT NOTHING BUT SHIT! YOU. ARE. NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!! NOTHING BUT BAD LUCK.. MY BAD LUCK!! THERE ARE MOMENTS WERE I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!! IF YOU DIDN’T EXIST!! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER!! MUGS THE CUTE MUGMAN THE SMART ONE AND CUPHEAD? THE REBELIOUS ONE THE NAUGHTY ONE THE USELESS ONE EVERYONE LOVES YOU… IVE BEEN TRYING TO BE LIKE YOU BUT IM NOTHING LIKE YOU NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY.. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT.. GRANDPA  LOVES YOU THE MOST AND WHAT DO I GET?! NOTHING BUT SHIT!!! w.. hy… Noone loves me? ” he yelled anger growing inside his chest ready to explode at any moment!   

“You.. You don’t mean that… R-Right? That’s-  that’s not true! You are as important as me! Grandpa loves us both! You are j-joking r-right? ” he asked .. His heart clenched inside his chest.. 

“OF COURSE I MEAN IT YOU BASTARD! DOES THIS LOOKS LIKE IM JOKING?!?!” Cuphead yelled furiously.. 

Mugman looked at him .. A few tears ran down his face.. 

Mugman went closer and took his arms.. “Cuphead please -” he said but he was interrupted by him 

“DONT. TOUCH. MEE!!!!” *SLAP* WHY AM I STUCK WITH YOU?!?! *SLAP* IF IT WASN’T FOR OUR PARENTS *SLAP* AND OUR GRANDPA *SLAP*  I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED YOU LONG AGO!*SLAP* YOU BASTARD! “ he pulled his arms  away and slapped him hard on the face. Cuphead put his whole force in his hands that small cracks formed on Mugman’s face and Cuphead’s knuckles. He held his cheeks a few tears ran down his eyes *sob* *sob*. Some blood ran down  from his lips. He felt it he shakily touched his lips. When he saw the blood he looked at Cuphead with a sad / heartbroken look on his face. There were cracks and bruises on his face.. 

"Cuphead let’s talk about this! ” he tried again with one hand holding his chest.  He started wheezing and  coughing. The pressure was too much for him to handle. Never in his life had he seen his brother like this. They sure argued like all siblings do! BUT .. Not like this. NOT LIKE THIS!!  He even started questioning was he really his brother? Not some demon who disguised himself like Cuphead ? 

Cuphead had enough! All the  anger he held all this time came out… He was a volcano that had just erupted.. 

He said “THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO SAY! I HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! "  he punched him in the face bruising his eye. Then punched his nose. He pushed him. He fell down he put his knees on his arms so he wouldn’t cover his face. He kept hitting the poor boy.. 

” Cup..i…ts m…e! Sn..ap out… of it…..cup..*cough*cough*cough*cough *cough*“ but all cuphead could see was red… He couldn’t use logic that moment.. He got up. 

Mugman was on his knees holding his bloodied nose cuphead kicked him.. In the chest .. ” I AM SICK OF THIS! *kick* I HATE YOU!*kick * I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!*kick kick *  I WISH YOU DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!!!*kick*  MAYBE LIKE THIS MY LIFE WILL BE BETTER WITHOUT YOU ON THE WAY!!“  

"No.. No you…you… don’t.. m-mean that you.. d-don’t…. m-ean any of this! You are l-lying!” he said shaking his head in denial.. No. No. 

Cuphead loved him! this has to be a dream. Cuphead loved him. Cup… Needed him… He cared for him… Right?…. Ri….ght….?

Cuphead yelled in incredible fury “AM I  LOOKING TO LYING?! WHY ARE YOU DENYING THE TRUTH!? YOU WASTE OF AIR!!?!?!? WHY ARE YOU DENYING THE TRUTH!? THAT I  FUCKING HAAATTEEE YOUUU!!!!!!!" 

Mugman lowered his head.. His heart broken.. No.. No.. He closed his eye slowly .. Cuphead’s words sunk in. He started crying and coughing harder.  These words shattered his heart ” ple.. ase…. Cup.. “ he pleaded holding his chest. 

” You gonna cry you crybaby? “  he mocked 

Mugman”...*cough* *cough * pl..please..s-stop.. “ he begged.. Cuphead looked at him "You are pathetic!” he said venom in his voice 

He grabbed his chest.. And started coughing.. This time it was worse.. *wheeze* *COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH *

“Cup…head… Plea…se.. He..lp… me! I…Can’t …. breath..” he pleaded.. *COUCH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH*

“That won’t work on me mugs.. Im not buying it!” he said no believing him

“No.. Cup….head….pl…ease…i–ts not.. a…jo..ke….cup-*WHEEZE COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH  HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH WHEEZE * 

Cuphead paid no attention.. He said” I want you to stop this sick prank! “ but poor mugman couldn’t stop. He was in trouble but cuphead couldn’t see it..” Im leaving when I come back I want you to have gotten your fucking self up and  be to your fucking room! “ 

Mugman who was on his knees, held cupheads legs in an attempt to tell him  that he needed help and that this wasn’t a fucking joke! He asked him for help because his nebulizer or inhaler wasn’t near.. 

Cuphead of course left.. Leaving him alone on the living room struggling to breath.. and… to live… 

His knees gave  up beneath him. He fell face down on the floor ..  He was sweating a lot, his mouth opened trying to breath. He gasped. Tears running down his face both pain and inability to breath ..  Cuphead stopped… and  looked at him his face neutral. Mugman Begged him again stretching his hand "Pl.. Ea… Se…”. Cuphead’s facial expressions had shown a hint of mercy and sadness, but… He closed his eyes and turned his back. He ascended the stairs. Mugman heard Cuphead’s steps ascending the stairs. Then he  heard him slamming the door.. 

He was alone.. Why?… Why? 

Mugman’s face turned blue, his body arching up and twitching, his hands on his chest and neck… He looked at the ceiling..after 5-6 minutes of agony, anguish and struggle.. his movements slowed down.. Sadly.. Cuphead’s wish.. Was coming true.. He had a slow and painful death…he was suffocating to death… 

*COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH  COUGH COUGH cough  cough cough cou…gh……GASP GASP GASP GASP GASP GASP gasp… Ga.. Sp.. *

He stopped moving his legs vividly, his movements slow, his hands relaxed, his left hand fell from his neck, slowly. His right hand rested on his chest..His body relaxed. His eyes slowly became unfocused.. Only soft gasps and groans  could be heard..*gasp.. gasp..ga..sp ga..sp…g..a..s..p..* *whimper groan* He looked at the ceiling, black spots started appearing in his vision 

.. Darkness slowly embraced him.. He was alone…. 

He slowly closed his eyes and let his final breath.. A long dying sigh..  Recalling Cuphead’s words «I hope you die……. Waste of oxygen…….. Bastard……. Nothing… Bad luck……. And the final straw?… I HATE YOU!.» .. he.. He… Hated him….. ‘Cuphead… I am sorry…please.. help me..Brother… I love you….'  

He laid there. Unresponsive. Died and flesh blood on his face along with bruises and small cracks. He was alone..  

Cuphead had passed out on his room unaware of what he had done.. 

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End of Part 1    (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

I will break it in parts because its already long! 💙💙♡♡♡💙♡♡♡(◍•ᴗ•◍)💙💙

My heart broke.. I am a monster! I must sit in a corner and think what I have become!                  ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

Poor poor mugman.. Im so sorry..                        ゜:(つд⊂):゜。

💙𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓨𝓸𝓾! For reading!💙

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Doudy (mun): Rude. No but seriously lol, oh boy.

Do you want a fun fact/hint? There's something else that explains Cup's behavior (gambling and drinking) =3 It's been mentioned quickly before somewhere~ It wasn't said that it's related to Cuphead's current life, but if you guys wanna have fun and guess 🙂 His jealousy towards Mugman is also a reason, but it's not what started it.

I remembered that was one of your theories, I forgot about the "I'm not buying it" omg.

Fortunately, I don't see Cuphead being that violent, but heck, that was interesting diving into this interpretation! So much angst fcgvhbunj...

“End of Part 1″, wow can't wait XD Imagine if he dies, I can't imagine Cuphead's feelings...

Also, as you might have seen, I hope you don't mind that I've added "A Teen Cups fanfiction, submitted by a follower" on the top. Because I saw someone saying something that makes me feel like readers might think it's from me, and I don't wanna steal your credit 😅 And to let people know it's not canon, but a great bonus! Hopefully, Tumblr will make it more obvious when it’s a submission lol.

Thank you for this! Always a huge pleasure to read you 💙

[hokkaidossoul12]

Pats for the cup boys (Cuphead AU + story)

Although, it should be the other way but meh, Cuphead and Mugman didn't mind ^ w ^ in this AU Dorothy follows the two dish brothers on their journey to collect the soul collects to hand into the devil, but...there is a good reason for why. WARNING: The story contains blood in it, if you don't like these kind of story then please do not view it. But, if you do then press "keep reading" to view it.

in this AU Dorothy follows the two dish brothers on their journey to collect the soul collects to hand into the devil, but...there is a good reason for why. As I had mentioned in one of my previous drawings devil wanted her soul and eventually he would find a way to get it...this is how. At the time Dorothy couldn't use her powers as her eye had be injured. It was one day she had gone for a walk around the isles and eventually went to inkwell isle where she found a woods, she was hoping to somehow find a cure to heal her eye and get her powers back. But, because of previous events that had occurred before she met dice it had scared her out of wanting to be around anyone but Dice. It was the reason for the tear on the leg of her overalls, she remembered running from a gang of bulls who were looking for trouble when she had blindly run into something, clamping harshly down on her leg with a loud SNAP. She fell, the thing tore at her leg as  if it were a rabid dog. She yelled in pain as she looked down at the huge bear trap that was practically bigger than her foot. She saw her own blood seeping through her pant leg, her whole leg throb as it did so. Dorothy whimpered, trying to loosen the trap from her leg but failed to as when she had tried to open the trap it seemed to tear her leg more and for her to let out a pained yelp. But, she found that there was another problem waiting for her as she felt something grab the back of her neck and slam her face to the ground. Dorothy was kicked, punched, and beaten by the bull gang to a point until she unable to even sit up properly.

It was moments later she was then that a couple of the bulls held her still while another bull grabbed the bear trap and began twisting it around. Dorothy screeched in agony as felt the skin and fur on her leg being tore and the sharp teeth of the trap digging deeper into her leg, causing blood to drip from her leg. It continued on and on until Dorothy felt herself about to pass out from blood loss. It was then without a few seconds that a sort of magic was used on one of the bulls and it seemed that they're soul was yanked from their body as the bull's now lifeless body hit the ground. She was then let go off by the other bulls who attempted to run from whatever else was there. The last thing Dorothy saw was a blurry purple figure before everything went black. Dorothy shivered, knowing that if it wasn't for the die headed man she would've likely be killed by that bull gang. But, she was so stuck in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear someone coming nearby. "heh, you can't catch me!" Dorothy panicked as she heard a voice from further in the forest. Without thinking she climbed up a tree and went to one of the highest branches in the tree. She looked down from the tree to see two small cup children run through the forest, they both seemed to be playing a game of tag. Dorothy tried to look closer at the two cups and they seemed to be around the same size. But, there was a different between them both. One had a small red nose with a white and red straw and red pants while the other had a big blue nose with a white and blue straw and blue pants. But, they both wore brown shoes and black long sleeved shirts. Dorothy presumed immediately that the two cups were brothers and possibly even twins. She saw the boys run around, the red cup seemed to be chased by the blue cup who eventually caught him. "I got you!" the blue cup said while giggling before both the cup kids laughed with joy as they continued their game of tag. Dorothy smiled and softly laughed seeing the two dishes chase each other around. She continued to watch the two boys, that was until she heard a cracking sound from underneath her. She looked down and saw the branch she was on about to snap off. She gasped and looked for a branch to grab onto, she then saw the branch above her. But before she had time to do anything the branch underneath her snapped and she yelled as she fell from the tree. A much larger tree branch was knocked by her leg on the way down, this didn't hurt Dorothy but it did loosen it a lot. This quickly caught the attention of the two cups, both of their eyes widen as they saw her hit the ground. She groaned from the impact and felt her vision blur for a sec. But just as her vison came back the large branch from the tree snap and land straight onto her stomach, knocking the wind right out of her. Both the cup brothers were quick to run to her aid, both boys using their effort to lift the large branch off her. Dorothy winced as she looked up at the boys. She thanked the two boys despite how shaky her voice had become from this. The cup boys stared at each other in a worried manner, "we need to get her to Elder kettle, I think she's hurt" the red cup nodded in agreeance as they both wrapped an arm round her. Dorothy whimpered as the two boys carried her back a small cottage. She then saw a kettle outside who was napping in a rocking chair. "Elder Kettle!" the kettle had awoken from his sleep once he heard the red cup call his name, the kettle then saw both cups carrying Dorothy and the kettle quickly jumped to action, "oh my goodness! bring her inside, boys!" the kettle quickly went to the door and opened it to let the two boys carry her in and sit her down on the couch inside the house. The kettle then checked Dorothy over, it was the moment that when the kettle pressed gently on her stomach she yelped and her big fluffy tail curled around her stomach. "hmm..." the kettle saw a few twigs in her tail and gently pulled them out. "I think you may have more than bruising, let's see if I can get you something to fix that" the kettle then

went to a shelf with potions on it and looked through them, he then found one and pulled it out. The kettle then looked closer at the potion and sighed, "this is gonna need to be use a certain way, it'll only take a few minutes, I have the right stuff to use." Dorothy nodded and elder kettle went toward the kitchen. But, just before he did the kettle turned to the two cups, "Mugman, Cuphead, please keep her company while I prepare this" both boys obeyed the kettle and sat with Dorothy. The three of them then chatted for a small while, Dorothy had learned the names of the two cups, the red cup was Cuphead and the blue cup was Mugman. Shortly after they talked to each other the kettle had finally finished with the the potion and brought it out to Dorothy. She then took the potion and drunk it. It only took a second for the effects to kick in and before Dorothy knew it she was better within a few seconds, but it wasn't just her stomach that was healed but also her eye that had been injured before. She then tested to see if she could use her powers and they seemed to work just fine, Cuphead, Mugman and the kettle seemed to be shocked by her using her powers. Dorothy explained that she had powers to begin with but because of the injury on her eye she couldn't use them. After some time Dorothy had checked the time and saw that she needed to head back to the casino, she then thanked the kettle and two boys while shaking the kettle's hand before taking her leave. A few weeks had gone by, the two cup boys had found themselves in the casino despite Elder Kettle warning them many, many times. Cuphead had found himself on a winning streak where king dice watched the two boys. Dorothy had seen what was going on from afar and eventually saw the devil come to see how far Cuphead had gotten. The moment she heard the devil making a deal with the cup that she knew the two boys were going to be in danger, she knew cuphead was blinded by greed the second he picked up the dice. Dorothy's eyes widened as she saw the red cup roll the dice and the devil chuckle. "SNAKE EYES! YOU LOSE!" both boys shook as the dice slammed his large hand down, "oh no...Cuphead, what did you do?!" both boys quickly turned to see Dorothy close nearby. "Dorothy? what-" before the red cup could speak the devil loomed over the two brothers who trembled, "Now...ABOUT THOSE SOULS!" Dorothy was worried for the two boys as she didn't want them getting their souls taken by the devil. She had a worried feeling in her gut as she thought about elder kettle, she knew that if their souls were taken by devil that kettle would be heartbroken. But, Dorothy then realized that the devil had been after her own soul for so long and knew how powerful her soul was, so...she knew exactly what she was to do next. She let out a sigh before standing in front of the two boys. "Hold on a sec, devil, Cups and Mugs are only kids, you can't just take their souls...", the devil looked at her and scoffed. "well, they knew what they were doing stepping foot inside this casino" devil then stared her down. He did this while pointing to Cuphead "that cup took my bet and lost...so it's either he and his brother give me their souls or I take them MYSELF!" Dorothy then clenched her fists, "maybe there's another way!" her ears flattened as she looked at the devil. The devil snarled at her response, "and what exactly is that?" Dorothy then took a step back from the devil before suddenly summoning her soul out of her body, the devil saw her soul and his eyes widened, he could see her rainbow magic radiating off of it as it shined a blue color. She then put her soul back into her body, now devil knew exactly how special her soul was. "You can have my soul instead...so those boys don't suffer in hell with you" from the corner of her eye she saw king dice flinch at her words, but he knew he wasn't allowed to intervene. The devil narrowed his eyes and chuckled, but before the devil could speak she quickly spoke up again. "But...before we can settle with this deal...I must set some conditions." The

devil chuckled, "go on then." Dorothy sighed, looking back at the cup boys before turning back to the devil, she had a plan in her head. "I know you have a bunch of runaway debtors, and since the cups got themselves in this mess they'll help me to collect the debtors' contracts. You will give us three days to collect the contracts, if we succeed you free all the debtors from their contracts including the ones that work for you, but... if we fail...you are free to take my soul..." Dorothy then stuck out her hand and give the devil a serious look. "...deal?" the devil gave her a wicked smile and was about to shake her hand when she stopped him, "I should also mention, if you cheat in any sort of way then the deal is off." This made the devil pause and grumble, "fine..." a smiled formed back on the devil's face as both shook on the deal, but when they did Dorothy felt a weird sensation around her soul as she did so. Dorothy had then taken the two boys out of the casino and left to rush back to Elder Kettle, and as she did Dorothy had scolded Cuphead for his reckless act. It from that time on Dorothy went with the two brothers to collect up the contracts of the debtors.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello! I love your work and I especially love your cuphead headcanons! If it's no too much to ask, could you do romance headcanons for djimmi please?

A/N: Ahh, thank you! Here’s some genie boy comin’ up! I may or may not have added a tiny plot to this request, since you already know I got carried away; be sure to let me know if you want me to redo your request!

(Read more due to lengthiness)

Djimmi Romance Hc:

Djimmi wasn’t exactly one for relationships for a majority of his life. Sure, he’s had the occasional partner here and there, but when it came to things like his own career, Djimmi simply thought he just didn’t have the time for one. And what with his job as Inkwell II’s resident magician/genie and trying to maintain a healthy relationship with his fans, Djimmi worries that people would be interested in him for the wrong reasons.

Hence why Djimmi firmly follows his policy of never dating a fan; he doesn’t want to constantly feel like he has to maintain some idealized image of himself, especially if it's with his s/o.

The two of you met purely under innocent circumstances: Djimmi decided it was time to take a break just outside his tent, pipe in hand as he watched carnival goers pass by. He spotted you all on your lonesome, and before Djimmi had the chance to look away, you were already looking his way. Your face lights up, and his stomach falls; He really, really wasn’t in the mood to talk to a fan.

The genie was already mentally preparing himself for the worst when you opened your mouth:

“Hey! I’m sorry to bother you, but could you maybe point me in the right direction? I’m-”

Djimmi was dumbstruck; was it possible that you had no idea who he was? Surely, that couldn’t be the case- he was standing right next to a poster of his own face, after all! 

Soon enough, Djimmi is met with your much smaller hand waving in front of his face; your brows furrowed in confusion, and he’s suddenly aware how cute you were-

Before you could express concern, Djimmi- his already red cheeks flushed a darker shade- quickly points you towards the main tent. You make a pleased noise and begin to make your way, but not before waving goodbye.

After that, Djimmi just assumed it would be a one-time thing. But then he sees you again during another break. Then again, then again. As fate would have it, it turns out you were the new assistant to the other magician a few tents- and you just so happened to always catch him during his breaks. You always had a bit of a relaxed air, and before he knew it, the two of you started spending your breaks together. 

It had been a bit awkward at first, but you were quick to break the ice through a joke. Djimmi couldn’t remember exactly how it went, but he definitely remembered that it was awful enough to get an ugly snort from him while you just about broke down in laughter. 

Soon enough, Djimmi begins to notice tiny little details about you: the way the corners of your eyes crinkle just a tiny bit as you were telling another terrible joke; the happy glint of recognition in your eye when you spot him from across the fairgrounds -It’s enough to make him realize that he’s become infatuated with you.

Of course, Djimmi- despite all his charm and charisma on stage- just couldn’t muster the courage to confess how he feels. He doesn’t want to risk ruining what he has going on with you. Little did he know, you were just as captivated as he was; cue the mutual pining that’s just incredibly obvious to everyone but the two of you. 

Fortunately for the both of you, Bon Bon and Beppi eventually grow tired of watching you two idiots awkwardly flirt with the other, and force their friend to confess. And much to his relief, you grin before pulling him into a kiss- which he returned happily.

Was it possible to act married when you clearly weren’t? Because with Djimmi you may as well be. While he’s the quieter one out of the two of you, he makes up for it through meaningful- if not, a little cheesy- gestures:

The genie is particularly fond of conjuring up flowers out of thin air for you; not only does it give him the chance to casually show off his talents, but it always gives him a rush of warmth whenever he sees your eyes light up in delight every time. 

Whenever Djimmi invites you over to hang out with him, Bon Bon, and Beppi, he always has an arm casually draped around your middle and a pleased smile on his face while he and Bon Bon had their own conversation. 

Meanwhile, Djimmi is desperately trying to pay attention while you and Beppie argue over how a dog would wear pants right next to him. 

Hope you’re not allergic to cats of any kind, because you’ll find yourself the unofficial other parent of Djimmi’s pet scarab-cat-beetles. 

And if you think Djimmi isn’t the type to ABSOLUTELY take a “family” photo with the two of you and his pets for the sake of an inside joke between the two of you, than guess again. He has a framed photo of all of you somewhere in his break room; Beppi was the one who helped take the photo.

This man is barrel-chested and warm to the touch- which means he’s perfect for cuddling. Please cuddle him, he just wants nothing more to spend a day off relaxing with you in his arms.

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

A Grandfather’s Worries

Fandom: Cuphead

Characters: Cuphead, Elder Kettle, Mugman

A/N: I found myself in a Cuphead hole somehow. I don’t know how but um.... enjoy family fluff!

Description: After finding his boys close by what remained of the casino, Elder Kettle let’s his worry out for the boy’s to hear. They were in trouble! But.... after the water works start, the anger doesn’t last for long. 

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Oh they were in for it now. Both cup brothers looked down at their feet as they received a stern stare from their grandfather. Elder Kettle had been coming back from getting groceries when he spotted the two heading towards the old casino. What they were planning to do, the old kettle didn’t know; but what he did know was that they were in a lot of trouble. The silence was brutal in the small house as only the sound of the clock could be heard ticking away. The tension was thick, each side waiting for the other to speak first. 

Finally, the grandfather broke the silence with a sigh. “Why were you two going back to the casino? Nothing good can lay within the remains and shambles that’s there.” Mugman was holding back tears, refusing to face his caretaker. It had been Cuphead’s dumb idea! Why was he getting punished too! 

But that’s what got them in the mess the first time. Cuphead had an idea, and then they…. Were sucked into a world of nightmares and chaos. They’d just broke free from that a month ago, why go back?! Elder Kettle couldn’t figure it out. “You weren’t hoping to see the Devil again, were you? Or that lackie: King Dice?” 

Both shook their heads with a small “no”. “Then? Out with it boys! I told you to never go near that place and look what happened! Now why the heck would you go back after all that’s happened?” Cuphead too, now had tears in his eyes. He felt them drip, but not as much as Mugman. 

“ We’re sorry,” he whimpered out softly. “I don’t want an apology boy, I want an answer. What is wrong with you two that keeps landing you there?” Cuphead spoke up this time. “Just…. Wanted to make sure nothing was left.” Eh? Elder kettle looked over them, trying to push his anger and worry aside. “What do you mean?” 

His voice was still a little loud, making both heroes hearts drop. “We didn’t want there to be anymore trouble!” Mugman finally shouted. He had tears streaming down his face; it broke his parental figure’s heart. “Mug,” he was cut off as the boy ran off to his room, utterly upset. 

Damn.

Elder Kettle sighed before looking to Cuphead who was trying to stay strong. “Is that all? Be honest now with me Cup.” The boy looked up sadly, nodding. “Okay.” The man crouched down slightly, arms extended. “C’mere boy.” The red cladded cup was hesitant before suddenly running to his grandfather. 

He hid his face into his grandfather as he sobbed, curling into him as arms wrapped around him. A loving hand rubbed his smaller back as hiccups strung out. “Sh, it’s alright my boy. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m just…. Scared and worried. Please, please just stay away from that darned place Cuphead! We’ve checked the rubbled over and over as a town. The last thing I need is you two boys getting roped into another, another,” he was cut off by his own sob. The older cup froze before looking up. 

Elder Kettle was…. crying. “E-Elder Kettle?” His own tears seemed to ease as he looked up at the rare sight. “Do you not understand what you and your brother mean to me? Your my babies! If anything were to happen to you two, again, I don’t know what I’d do.” Now it was Cuhead’s heart that tugged. He felt the water works start up again as he curled into his grandfather. “I’m sorry.” 

It was his fault, both times had been his fault; he felt so guilty form it! He caused him and Mugman to lose their souls, caused everyone to fear them, hurt them, hurt Mugman! He didn’t realize he was hurting their grandfather too. He felt the loving hand now rub the back of his head as he heard the forced breathing regulation from the other. Elder Kettle was trying to mask it all, like most parents did. 

“Why don’t you sit here while I go see your brother, hm?” Cuphead shook his head. He wanted to scream out so many apologies, to be held still; but nothing came. “Ah, come on now. No more tears.” Still nothing. Alright, fine, the old man figured his baby needed this anyway. Watery eyes widened as a sensation ran throughout his body. Oh no.

“EEEhehehehehe! E-Ehehehelder Kettle!” A red, striped straw spun around in the cup’s head as he shook it; full body squirming in an attempt to escape. He pulled back, attempting to shrink down or break through the arms holding him hostage. Nothing was working. “Nhahahaha! Whahahit, whahahahit! IIt th-hahahaha-tickles!” Snorts and hiccups entered the air with small wheezes and gasps.

It warmed the caretaker’s heart. He stopped for only a moment before lifting the boy off the ground and throwing him over the back of the couch. Trying to recover, Cuphead was quick to try and escape; but no such luck. He felt fear come over him as his grandfather followed over the back of the couch. Oh crap, he was serious!

“E-Elder Kettle! Gra-Grhahahandpa!” He threw his head back, fingers climbing up his ribs and under his arms. “Mmmmmmm! Nhahahahao it tickles! Nhahahaot thehehehere!” The grandfather laughed. “Not there? But you say that wherever I tickle you.” The other shook his head, squealing. “There’s that smile.” Fingers let up as to not overdo it; that and Mugman still needed comfort. This would have to do for now. The kind old kettle left a small kiss on his baby’s head before sitting him up and tucking him in on the couch to help calm him down. 

Now for the harder makeup. Mugman had always been the sensitive one, not taking loud voices or punishments well. Any kind of yelling, bullying, scolding, etc., broke the boy. Knocking on the door, the grandfather heard nothing. He let out a sigh before entering quietly, looking towards Cuphead’s bed where a lump shook gently. 

Always to his brother. The grandfather shook his head with a small smile before gently bringing his hands closer to the lump. Mugman was confused on who entered as nothing had been said. As he slowly started to peek a head out, he felt fear come over him. 

Fingers found the boy’s upper ribs, causing him to hunch over with high pitched squeals and shrieks. “Grhahahandpa!” No fair! The elder pulled the boy backwards, into his lap as he snuggled him from behind. He leaned forward, teasing his baby as he would when Mugman was…. well, an actual baby. Legs kicked as Mugman screamed out in laughter. He fell back into the older, arms and legs flailing about. 

“Nhahaha! Ehehelder Kettle!” Kisses and raspberries came over his neck, earning shrieks from the boy. “Yes, what is it my boy?” Mugman made him laugh as he tried to grab the hands offending his smaller tummy. “Grhahahandpa! Nhahahao! Cuppy!” It made the older man snort. His boys were such sweet hearts. 

“Calling for reinforcements, are you?” Mugman squealed as his parental figure dipped him back on his back, hands scratching up his sides and ribs. “Grhahahahahand,” he couldn’t speak anymore; which caused the grandfather to stop immediately. Slowly, he sat his baby by up, holding him. “Sorry for yelling Mugs, I just…. I’m sorry. Just worried about you two.” He kissed the porcelain head softly as he cuddled the younger of the two. Mugman panted softly, curling into his parental figure. 

“I love you too, that’s why I worry.” He felt weight on the other side of him, He turned to see Cuphead, curled in the blanket from the couch. Elder Kettle smiled before pulling both into him, kissing both their heads with a sigh. “Ah my boys, what am I going to do with you?” 

A while passed before both had fallen asleep on their guardian. He slowly tucked them in before closing the bedroom door. Suddenly, the soft persona broke as the kettle broke down into tears. His boys, they were the only family he had. He raised them from infancy! They were his boys! But.... trouble had a way of finding Cuphead, and he was going to put out a notice to the town just to keep eyes on the rubble that was the casino.

[ducktracy]

139. sunday go to meetin’ time (1936)

disclaimer: this is the second entry in the censored eleven. while there are at least triple the amount of cartoons that aren’t included in the list that are just as racist, this should tell you what we’re dealing with. the review you’re about to read entails racist content, imagery, concepts, and ideas. i do NOT at all endorse this content. i find these depictions, gross, demeaning, and wrong. i don’t take pleasure plastering it up on my blog. but to gloss over it and act like these prejudices never existed would be just as wrong. please let me know if i mess up or say something wrong, or if there’s anything i can do to make this easier to read. it’s never my intention to hurt anyone and i want to take accountability for my actions if i do. thank you for bearing with me and i hope you can understand.

release date: august 8th, 1936

series: merrie melodies

director: friz freleng

starring: n/a

as i mentioned in the disclaimer, this is the second entry in the censored 11. the censored 11 in itself is a pretty menial title, seeing as there are unfortunately many more cartoons just as ugly and racist as the ones in the censored 11 but aren’t included in the list. the first entry, as you might recall, was all the way in 1931 with hittin’ the trail for hallelujah land, which was relatively tame in comparison to this one. nicodemus refuses to go to church. instead, he spends his time trying to kill a chicken. when knocked unconscious, he comes face to face with the devil himself, who tries to sort him out.

open to a remote, neighborly town in the country. we hone in on a church, where a pastor (of course caricatured in blackface, but that’s only the beginning) greets the churchgoers inside, singing an original score by norman spencer. there’s very little to appreciate in this cartoon, but there are some beautiful vocals. the music is the only good part of the cartoon.

church bells accompany the song, and we peer into the steeple itself. a man clings to the rope as he rings the bells, repeatedly jumping in and out of his pants. a gag that would have been amusing in 1932, but feels outdated, even for 1936. we see that the rope is connected to a rocking chair, where a sleeping man rocks back and forth, his head repeatedly hitting the sides of the bell to ring. get it? because he’s got a thick skull? what a lovely cartoon already.

now we launch into the eponymous song, sung by a man strolling down the sidewalk with his sweetie. the song is very catchy and the animation itself in a technical aspect is nice, good synchronization with occasional tap dances and the animation of the wooden planks receding is very skillful. but, obviously, the scene is hard to appreciate. a very catchy song that’s too good for its own cartoon. we also get a view of a random man shuffling along and lazily tipping his hat.

and, because we had one good aspect of the cartoon, we must balance it out with something twice as bad. a mother slathers shoe polish on the heads of her children, who all run to their father. he shines their heads with a rag, and their heads are freshly polished and shiny. i don’t need to follow that up with any explanation as to why that’s bad. another woman strolls along with her children, tying a bra around their heads like a sun bonnet (a gag that would be used in a much funnier context in a corny concerto.)

elsewhere, the church bells are still ringing. a woman walks along outside, calling “nicodemus! nicodemus!” and scanning her surroundings to no avail. she carries a bible and a sunday hat, her walk determined and angry. just as she strolls past a fence, she hears a voice. we see two hands shaking a pair of dice as a man calls “come on dice, come to your pappy!” it seems nicodemus has been found at last.

the woman (seemingly his mother) yanks him out to the other side of the fence and chastises him, slapping the hat on his head and pushing him along to church. nicodemus protests (“i don’t wanna go to no church!”), and eventually she resorts to dragging him along by the ear. they approach the church, nicodemus still complaining and urging to be let go. the doors close and we pan over to the exterior of the church, viewing the silhouettes of the churchgoers inside singing some gospel. after a moment, the front doors open again, and out creeps nicodemus. he tiptoes away, turning around to assert the coast is clear. confirming that he isn’t being followed, he breaks out into a scrambled run.

suddenly he skids to a halt, where he overhears clucking. nicodemus stands right outside a yard fenced in by chicken wire, and sure enough a telltale chicken is inside. an idea hatched and nicodemus snags a nearby club, pushing the gate open and sneaking inside. he approaches the chicken, club behind his back as he urges the chicken to come closer. the chicken senses something is up and demands to see what he’s hiding in his hand. a simple switch of the grip, and nicodemus holds out his now empty hand, the other hand hiding the club. the charade continues on for a bit, until nicodemus resorts to running after the chicken, thrashing his club around aimlessly while the chicken scrambles around in terror.

eventually, nicodemus corners the chicken against a wooden fence. the chicken slips out through a loose board, the board whacking nicodemus in the head. he stumbles, and his surroundings begin to melt away. behind him is a large poster advertising a judge at the court of justice, standing behind the podium. the podium melts into a different one, with red letters reading “HADES COURT OF JUSTICE.” the judge is none other than the devil himself, jeering at a terrified nicodemus.

if anything, the colors used for the hell sequence are attractive, particularly the green and purple flames. an unconventional color choice. nevertheless, it’s understated by the blatant racism of the entire premise and cartoon as a whole. the devil opens a book to “reveal [nicodemus’] past”, flipping through the pages while continuing his shrill laughter. a page of nicodemus’ sins: shooting craps, stealing chickens, missing church, raisin’ dickens, and stealing watermelons. wow! a book chock full of racist stereotypes! the devil sneers and merely concludes “that’s bad.” a pull of a lever and nicodemus is sent tumbling through a chute, down through the surprisingly mountainous realm of hell.

nicodemus claws at a random cliff, trying to pull his way up. instead, he drags a huge patch of grass downwards like a carpet (reused in another 1933-1934 cartoon i believe. it may have been buddy the gob, freleng’s first??? regardless, it’s recycled), plummeting to the ground. the next shot reveals that the ground is actually a giant pinball machine, with the devil at the lever. i will give credit on the surrealism, it feels like a precursor to porky in wackyland (which is a much more superior cartoon than this one). nicodemus is propelled through the maze, eventually landing in a metal lip that reads “FLASH!” an electric volt shoots nicodemus back up through the pinball machine and through a hole at the top of the board.

he lands on the ground (again), where a bunch of blackfaced imps arrive to terrorize him, pulling his limbs and stretching him around as they whisk him away. they carry him to the feet of the devil, who sits in his throne, rows of other imps creating a pathway. thus sparks another song number too catchy for its own good, “you’ve got to give the devil his dues”. i’ve never played cuphead and know very little, but this is an instance where i can say “just like cuphead” in a technical sense. the scene certainly reminds me of something from cuphead. catchy vocals and catchy song. it deserves to be in a better context. some of the imps do a dance number, intermittently shouting “YEAH!” in rhythm. it’s certainly an interesting sequence, but still one that’s horribly tainted by racism.

many eye pokes from the devil later, nicodemus is poked and prodded by the imps, who all jeer and laugh at him as he cowers on the ground in fear. the caverns of hell melt away to the serene countryside, and we find ourselves back in reality, a bunch of curious chickens pecking at nicodemus instead. he regains consciousness, collecting himself, and at first resorts to thrashing and kicking to scare the chickens away. he pauses, observing the poster above him with the judge at the podium, a remnant of his nightmare.

church bells catch his ear, and immediately nicodemus makes a break for it. he zigzags through various fences and obstacles just to get to his destination—the scene lacking any sense of urgency and thus lacking any humor. it instead feels tedious. nevertheless, he zooms into the church, just in time to sing with the gospel. a view of one of the stained glass windows depicts an angel, and we see nicodemus’ silhouette fill the angelic figure, nicodemus even peering through the window at one point to solidify it’s really him. an end that feels very similar to the resolution of the much superior and less racist wholly smoke. iris out.

well, as i’m sure you can tell, i hate this cartoon. this is the nastiest and most mean-spirited cartoon i’ve seen thus far, and is probably the nastiest entry in the censored 11 as a whole. there’s little to commend about it. the music is the only good part of the cartoon—the musical numbers were very catchy indeed, and some of the background design choices were intriguing, like the pinball machine or the purple and green flames in hell. nevertheless, it’s just a bad cartoon. the gags are dehumanizing and demeaning, they aren’t funny, they’re just terrible. i wouldn’t recommend this cartoon at all, not even for a hate watch. the only reason i could ever think of for watching it is to see the prejudices people had (and still unfortunately have today in the year of 2020) back then. for educational purposes. but even then... no. but, because i always do, i’ll provide a link. obviously watch at your own discretion if you’re really that curious.

[bendy-dreamland]

(Warning: chapter contains mild gore, death, and blood, mentions of medical procedures)

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“Boris! No, no! What have they done to ya?!”

Henry pulled Bendy away, keeping him from looking at the dead Toon. “Bendy, we need you to get out of here. Mugman, think you can take him back to Candy Corners?”

“NO!” Bendy screamed. “No, no, no! I’m not leavin’ dis spot! Dat’s mah buddy up in dat dang tree! I wanna know why he’s up there!”

“Hey, calm down, calm down!” Cuphead grabbed at the demon, turning him around to face him. “Look at me, brat! If yer gonna freak out, you’re gonna call da wrong sorta attention here! We need to block off da area and get da police in on dis. We’ve got a straight up murder on our hands, and it might be part of our investigation.”

Bendy looked at Cuphead before his face scrunched up as big, black tears came to his eyes. “B-But… Boris is…” He was cut off when the red-themed cup pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing his back. The demon started to cry, wrapping his arm around Cuphead.

Mugman gulped, looking up at Boris before looking at Henry as he approached him. “S-Should we get someone to call the police? I can go back to the shop…”

“Give me the camera I gave you earlier, I’m gonna take a few pictures. Go call for the police, please.” Henry replied, holding out his hand. Mugman didn’t say anything as he took the camera from his person, giving it to the detective before running back to the shop.

He got inside and went up to the counter. “Mike, I need to use the phone, gotta call the cops. We’ve got a possible murder on our hands.” He whispered, not wanting to cause a panic in the soda shop. Mike didn’t say anything as he let Mugman go behind the counter to use the phone.

As the mug was doing this, Henry was taking pictures of Boris’ body. It wasn’t easy, the sight was making his stomach curl, and Bendy’s crying wasn’t helping that unsettling feeling.

In his short time as a P.I., Henry has learned that death was a rare, but possible, event for cartoon characters. He’s learned that death comes in a variety of ways, some worse than others. Cartoon characters can be killed with acetone or Dip, something like acetone except ten times worse, and it’s not a pretty or pleasant death for anyone. Even humans have trouble when it comes to Dip, it burns something terrible.

Another way to die is from a weapon infused or soaked in either of these liquids, but it can’t be a Toon weapon, it has to be a human one.

Then there’s the simple death of a character due to script writing, and sometimes it’s for the best.

The saddest death is when a Creator gives up on a character and just kills them by ignoring them and cutting them off, leaving them to suffer. They cannot survive this way, they can’t continue to be a character, they’re not even allowed to stay alive in Toon World.

One of the worst cases is when Walt Disney and Universal Studios gave up on Julius the Cat, from the Alice shorts. The poor character suffered so much hate from people accusing him of being a rip-off of Felix the Cat that Disney let him be forgotten.

But that wasn’t his fault, he was an Original Idea that happened to be a black cat who was an imp, personality wise.

Original Ideas are the very essence of a Toon, they exist but they have no true form, no way to come to life, until they can make contact with the mind of a Creator. This is how cartoons come into being, this is how they can access the Over World.

When a Creator gets an Original Idea in their head, they draw the character on paper, then animate them. This gives them the kick in the pants they need for something called Life Ink to get them to come to life, to come over to the real world to live as a living drawing, a Toon.

Toons live in Toon World, that’s their home, but they can’t come into being until a Creator gives them life. It’s always been this way, even with comic characters. They exist in Toon World once they are brought to life through the medium they exist in.

Henry has had many Original Ideas he’s brought to life, just like Boris up here. It hurts to see his creation mangled like this, and maybe it’s the shock of it all, but Henry was keeping himself level headed about all this. He had to, he found his friend murdered and he knew that he had to be the one to find out why. Boris was an Original Idea he gave life to, and it hurts to see that someone snuffed that life out.

That made him worry, was something going to happen to Alice, the Butcher Gang? Did something already happen to them… and Bendy? Oh no, what about Bendy?

Bendy was, for the most part, a difficult Toon to bring to life. He was an Original Idea, but nothing Henry did could give him Life Ink. Until Joey took things into his own hands and told Henry that he’d help bring Bendy into this world. The next morning, he found Bendy sleeping at his desk, completely alive. Henry had asked how Joey did it, and all his friend had said was,

‘You just had to believe hard enough, Henry. Belief can make dreams come true, it can make magic happen.’

Lowering the camera, Henry looked over at Bendy, seeing him sitting a distance away, his back turned to face the body. Cuphead was quietly talking to him, patting his back. Henry could still hear crying from his demonic creation. He didn’t blame Bendy, he was reacting how anyone else would after finding the corpse of their best buddy in a tree.

There were loud siren sounds and Henry looked over to see police cars and the police force making their way over. He wasn’t too keen on the cops themselves, especially the ones here in Palomino City, but he was going to need their help.

He watched as a poodle in a chief’s uniform approach. He looked at Henry and cleared his throat, his voice heavy with a French accent as he spoke. “I am Chief Louis Baton, we were called here because of, eh, murder? Yes?”

Henry nodded. “I’m private detective Henry Ross, and the murder victim is my creation, Boris the Wolf.”

Chief Baton looked at him confusion. “You are a Creator?” He asked, sounding suspicious.

Reaching into his pocket, Henry pulled out his wallet and pulled out an ID card. It showed an image of himself from years ago, and had information about himself and his position at Joey Drew Studios. Chief Baton looked it over before giving a nod. “I have heard of you, Mr. Ross, just needed to make sure. Have had humans pretending to be… well… Creators, yes? Trying to sneak into places. Where is the body?”

Pointing up, Henry gestured to the tree and Chief Baton’s face paled, which was funny to see since he was a white poodle. “Mon dieu…!” He squeaked out as a bit of Boris’ entrails slipped out and dropped down, hanging about three feet down.

Henry felt like throwing up as he looked away. “I-I… let me get the clean up crew…” the police officer stammered out as he turned away. The animator looked down at the ground before walking over to Bendy and Cuphead.

“How’s he doin’?” Henry asked as he sat down next to Bendy, only to have the devil latch tightly to him, crying once more.

“Bad.” Cuphead sighed loudly. “What do ya think’s gonna happen, Ross?”

“He’ll be taken to the morgue where the coroner will look him over.” Henry frowned softly. “I know the coroner, he’s a friend, I’ll be able to get information about what happened from him easily.”

Bendy sniffed loudly before pulling away, his face was stained with inky tears. “Please… please figure out what happened… my best buddy’s dead, I can’t…”

Henry pulled him close and hugged him, sighing softly. “I know, I know, it hurts a lot. I wish I hadn’t seen it either. But I promise that I’ll figure out what happened, and I’ll take down whoever dared to kill Boris.”

Golden eyes looked up at him and Henry watched as a small smile came to Bendy’s lips. “I-I’ll hold ya do dat, ol’ man.”

--

Henry had spoken to several police officers about what he knew of Boris’ body, and he was able to interview both the ram and his wife about what happened. Apparently, they had taken a stroll through the park and the sheep had wanted to sit under the tree for a little break, only for her to find the blood and ink.

Now, that had Henry curious.

Blood and ink do flow in Toon veins, but the problem with the situation is that the blood was too dark, too deep a shade of red to be cartoon blood. Most characters bled a very bright, very loud shade of red, though some bled different colors, and some bled straight up black if they were a monochrome character.

In this case, that was where Boris fell. He was black and white in color, so his blood should be black. But this? Boris had blood that was the same color as that of a human’s, that’s… that’s not right. Did Joey make changes to Boris that were internal rather than external in design? Toons do get upgrades and design changes to match with the times, explains why Bendy wore a colored outfit, but Boris?

Boris was different, he looked just as he had years ago, and was even in his signature overalls. Last Henry had heard, Boris wore a shirt now and had a change in pants as well. He was even sporting a tail, a design choice that Henry fully approved of.

Did Boris change back to his old look before his death?

Henry sighed and rubbed at his eyes before getting up, grabbing a cup of coffee from the offered pot and cups across the room. He, Cuphead, Mugman, and Bendy were sitting in the waiting room at the coroner’s office, waiting to hear anything from the doctor in the other room.

Sitting at a desk in the room was a white cat with a long, fluffy tail and big, gold eyes. She had a cute smile on her face as she typed away at her type writer to the beat of the song that played on the radio. She was the secretary and wife of the doctor, Tabby. She was a sweetheart and liked to call Henry cutie whenever he came in. He let her do it because she was too nice to be angry with.

He poured himself a cup of coffee before looking over at the boys. Bendy had finally passed out from the emotional stress and was currently sleeping against Mugman, who was also napping quietly. Cuphead was the only one awake, flipping through a comic book he had pulled from his hammerspace.

“Want some coffee?” He asked the cup, who looked up and nodded. Walking back over, he handed Cuphead his drink, who happily poured it into his head, enjoying the boost of caffeine.

“Thanks, Henry.” Cuphead said as he closed the comic. “Maybe I should take ‘em home, Bendy’s had a rough time.”

“Yeah, maybe y-” The door behind the secretary desk opened and a black cat dressed in scrubs came out. He had a bored expression on his face as he looked over at the group. “Oh, hello, Dr. Fish.” Henry greeted, before hearing a loud snort from Cuphead. The cat was named Doctor Claudius Fish, and yes, his name was a set of puns. Happens a lot to cartoon characters.

Dr. Fish rolled his eyes, sighing loudly through his nose. “I didn’t choose my name, boy, don’t make fun. Henry, can you come with me, I need to show you something.”

“Right.” Henry set his cup down and looked over at Cuphead. “You gonna come with?”

“I… suppose, yeah. Miss, do ya mind watchin’ my baby bro and friend?” He asked, looking at Tabby, who happily nodded. He followed the doctor and detective through the door and into another part of the building. They entered an examination room and Cuphead made a face as he looked at the body on the table.

Boris was cut open and some of his organs rested on trays, even his head seemed to be cut open. But Cuphead was shocked to notice something with the body and the organs. “Oh, sugar honey iced tea… those aren’t right.”

“I take it that you figured out the problem here, yes?” Dr. Fish asked, looking at the cup headed Toon.

“Yeah, uh, I ain’t da smartest guy here in town, but I know what cartoon organs are suppose to look like, and these ain’t right.”

“What do you mean?” Henry asked as he approached, before realizing what they were getting at. “These are human…”

“Yes, and they seem to belong to Boris, as they were physically attached to him naturally.” The mortician replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose. Henry and Cuphead looked at him with equal surprise and he continued. “I have never seen anything like this before in all my years of working with Toons and humans. Toon organs may look like human ones, but there are obvious differences. For one, the heart is meant to look like one you see when a character is in love.”

“I’m guessin’ Boris’ doesn’t look anythin’ like that?” Henry asked as Dr. Fish held up a tray. He cringed, staring at the heart that was clearly human, except it was yellow in colored, stained in ink. What made it worse was that there was a giant bite mark in it. “What the hell…?”

Setting down the dish, Dr. Fish reached for his notes. “From what I was able to gather, it seems that this wolf has a human chest cavity, and bleeds human blood but toon blood as well, that’s not ink. Though he does have ink in his chest, but I doubt it’s his.”

“What’s… the cause of death?”

“Looks like he was attacked by a beast of sorts. He was clearly torn open by teeth, and most of his organs have bites and tears. It seems a monster had gotten to him, if you want to believe that. I think it was a wild animal Toon, one that has simple intelligence, like a wolf or lion from the Over World.”

He pointed towards the chest, at what looked like long marks in the black fur. “Seems that claws were used, or at least one set. I can’t find much in terms of evidence that two sets were used, just one that appears to be from the right front paw. That, or a hand from a Toon with very, very dark tendencies.”

“Gross.” Cuphead grimaced. “Hopefully it ain’t dat, don’t wanna be dealin’ with a crazed murderer. But if dat’s da option dat’s right… why would a Creator make such a character?”

“Because some people have dark minds that attract such Original Ideas.” Dr. Fish scoffed. “It’s why we have bad guys in Toon World, adds drama to a world full of sugar and smiles. I don’t mind the drama, gives me work.”

“Dat’s a dark outlook on da situation, Dr. Fish.”

“I deal with death and gore, boy, I am desensitized to much of what I see in this office, and I don’t mind it compared to the blinding world of cartoons outside of my office. If I want sunshine and rainbows, I’ll spend time with Tabby, at least I enjoy it from her.”

“Boy, you must be fun at parties.”

Henry sighed and slapped his forehead. “Anythin’ else you can tell us about this, doctor?”

Dr. Fish nodded and moved to another part of the room, grabbing a tray before returning to the table. On the tray was a large wrench, but there was something so wrong about it. It was solid, physical, but it appeared to be stuck as a sketch in appearance. It had all the tell-tale signs of a sketched-out design, like the marks of trying to make straight lines, the areas where things didn’t look even. And it was covered in dry ink and blood.

“This was found in his chest, behind his lungs.” The cat stated. “I’m not sure why it was there, but I suspect that it has a big thing to do with what happened to him. I am still going for his death being caused by an animal, but it is possible that this was used in the process. I’ll keep looking over anything else that seems suspicious.”

Henry nodded, looking from the wrench to Boris, seeing the familiar face, but the unsettling unfamiliarity of the X’d out eyes. There was a soft cough, catching the detective’s attention as he looked back to the doctor, who was giving him a look that meant that he understood how he was feeling.

“I’ll let you know more soon, Henry. I’m still needing to examine things and run tests, give me a day or two. Go home and rest, you look exhausted.”

He did feel exhausted, this is a lot to take in. “I know, I mean… this is my friend, my creation, layin’ on this table, right in front of me.”

Green eyes stared at him before Dr. Fish removed his glasses, cleaning them off a bit. “I understand, it is a hard thing to take in, people sometimes forget that Toons can die as well. We’re not meant to last forever, we all have to go at some point, even if it seems to happen before our time. Go home, you two, get some rest, continue work in the morning.”

--

Stepping out back into the office, Henry was surprised to find Linda waiting there with a now-awake Mugman and Bendy. She smiled sadly and got up, approaching him. “How are you doing, Henry?”

“Terrible, but I’m tryin’.” He tried to smile back at her and she gently patted his arm.

“Come on, let’s go to my place. I’ll make you boys a nice, hot meal and you can relax a bit. I’m sure you all need it after what happened tonight. If you want, you can spend the night!”

“Oh, I don’t wanna be a bother…”

She shook her head. “No, no! It’s alright, I’m offering! Besides, it’s getting late and traveling through the portals at night isn’t always the best. Also, when’s the last time I made you a good dinner, Henry?”

He wanted to say no, he wanted to reject the offer, but how could Henry say no to Linda? He chuckled as he shrugged. “Alright, alright, we’ll come over, is that alright with you boys?”

“Hell yeah!” Cuphead grinned, giving a thumbs up. “I’m up for a free meal!” He ignored his brother, who told him to stop being rude. Bendy looked over and smiled, he looked so tired and worried as he got up, walking over to Henry.

“Thanks fer da offer, Ms. Linda, real nice of ya to do fer us.” He told her, and she nodded, frowning softly.

“It’s the least I can do, it’s a terrible thing to have happen, losing a dear friend like that. Come, let’s head to my place.”

After saying good bye to Tabby, the small group walked out into the dark streets. People were out and about, many coming home from work, others going out for a good time. They could quietly hear people gossiping about a murder in the park, that’s the problem with cities like this, word travels fast.

Bendy bit his lip, trying to ignore the talking of strangers, instead trying to focus on the quiet chatter of his friends. He glanced around as he quietly walked before something caught his eye, a flash of black and blue. He stopped, looking about, what was that? Had he seen who he thought he had seen?

“Ben?”

Blinking, Bendy turned to see Cuphead looking at him with concern. “You okay there, short stuff?”

“Yeah, I thought I saw… hey! Don’t call me short!” He huffed and quickly moved to catch up to the laughing cup, his mind no longer on what he had thought he had seen.

As they walked on down the street, someone peeked around the corner of a building, watching from under a hood. Black, pie-cut eyes looked on in worry before looking about, making sure that there was no one watching from above.

With a loud gulp, the figure ran off. This was bad, he just knew it, he could feel it in his feet that something terrible was starting.

First Joey disappears, now there’s a mutilated body, and he knew there would be more very soon…

END OF ACT ONE SCENE FIVE

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Fiery Frolic! With Grim Matchstick!

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As the brothers crossed the second rainbow bridge in Isle Two, Mugman couldn't help but stare up at the tall spire with nervousness. Even from here, they could see a large, green tail that wrapped up and around the castle tower. Cuphead continued to drag Mugman across the bridge, even after the older brother's feet stopped moving. “Mugs, we at least have to cross the bridge before the sprinklers stop working.” “I-I-I know, I just...” Mugman gazed fearfully at the broken castle ahead of them. He suddenly pulled out the list of debtors and began reading it. “M-maybe there's someone else we should fight first!” Cuphead placed a hand over Mugman's and gently pushed his hand down so he could see his face. “Mug, we're here now. It'd waste more time ta run around and find any a the other debtors in the isle.” Mugman whined at that. “I know, but...” He let out a huff in frustration. “I-it's a dragon, Cups! A real-life dragon! You know how many times Elder Kettle's said he lost fellow knights to dragons!! A-and they're trained for combat! How can we possibly stand a chance to a fire-breathing dragon?!” Mugman began biting his nails through his gloves, clippings flying off his fingertips with each chatter he made.

Mugman imagined a dark scene, where the dragon angrily roared at them with burning, glowing yellow eyes as he flew around his castle with razor-sharp teeth bared out at them. The dragon breathed fire that burned so brightly, it made the sun seem dim in comparison, making the entire landscape darker as his eyes could only seem to focus on the yellow and orange flames.

Cuphead quickly waved the thought cloud away with his hand, only to notice Mugman had began to chew on his straw now. “Mug, yer such a worry-wart! Stop chewin' up yer straw, and quit bein' a sippy cup.” Cuphead tried as he grabbed Mugman by his right wrist to pull him across the bridge. “Everythin's gonna be fine!” “H-how can you be so confident about this?!” Mugs asked, his straw flying out from his teeth once he opened his mouth. “Because. When the two of us stand together, there's nothin' that can take us down.” Mugman lowered his head anxiously. That was a little comforting, but could the two of them truly take down a dragon? Cuphead noticed, and gave his brother a reassuring pat on his right shoulder. “Everything's gonna be fine. Swear on my straw.” “You swear on your straw?” “Uh-huh!” Cuphead nodded with a wide smile. “Cross my heart, hope to crack, stick a sword in yer back! Besides,” Cuphead took off the glove on his left hand, revealing the lavender ring on his finger. “We got this new weapon, and you've got invincibility on yer side thanks to that swell, new, magical Super Art.” Mugman pulled out the Super Coin labeled with II from his pocket and looked at it. “You're not going to try it?” “Nah.” Cup shook his head, “I'd rather be able to do massive damage and end things quicker.” “Can't end it if we don't survive it.” Mugman argued, but sighed and placed the coin back in his pocket. “But you're right. It'd make no difference if we put off this fight and run out of time, or if we fight him now and lose.” “That's...not what I was goin' for, but we'll roll with it!”

Our heroes stood outside the castle and looked up at the stone spire from the grass below. Cuphead let out a whistle at how tall the tower stood. They could hear a ferocious roar from outside, one that shook the ground from where they stood, followed by an exhale of air. Mugman quivered in his boots, clinking in fear as the dragon roared again and exhaled. It was starting to form a pattern. “J-j-just why is he r-roaring like that?! D-does he know we're here?!” “Maybe we should find the window his tail is coming out from, and sneak in from behind.” Cuphead thought. “Y...yeah, that's actually not a bad idea.” The brothers walked around the left side of the tower, and found the dragon tail that stuck out the window and wrapped around the tower. “Do you think he's looking this way?” “I dunno, I can't see from here. Uh, hang on, lemme try somethin'.” Cuphead removed his straw from his head, and angled one end to form a perfect 'L' shape. He then bent the bottom of his straw towards him just a tad and looked through the end of his straw to try and see inside, but he couldn't quite see through the window, and ended up staring right at the stone wall. “Ugh, I still can't see!” “Here.” Mugman grabbed his little brother's handle and lifted his head off his shoulders, just enough to see past the wall. “Ack!” The child squeaked, not quite expecting that, but it was just the extra height he needed. “Perfect, thanks!” Cuphead moved the straw back up to his eyes, looked inside the security castle, and saw the tail leave the room and trail around the corner. “Mug, he ain't even in the room!” Cuphead announced as he removed the kink he made in his straw before putting it back in his head. Mugman put his brother's head back on his shoulders, then Cuphead turned around. “Gimme a boost, we can sneak right in!” Mugman nodded. “O-okay...”

Mugman put his hands together to give his brother some footing, and Cuphead placed his right foot in the mug's hands, holding onto the older's shoulders for balance. “Ready?” Cuphead asked. Mugman nodded. “Just climb in though. If you jump in, you'll make too much noise when you land. Now's not a good time to be a showoff. And do not touch his tail!” Mugman whispered. “Well duh!” Cuphead hoisted himself up in Mugman's hands, grabbed onto the inside of the stone window sill and pulled himself up. “Watch the tail, watch the tail!!” Mugman warned cautiously. Cuphead pulled himself as close to his right-hand side as he could, placed his left foot on the window and pushed himself forwards, quietly landing inside the castle. He stuck his straw out the window from the other side. “Take my straw!” Cuphead whispered. Mugman grabbed onto the red straw and gave a small tug. The straw was suddenly yanked back into the castle, taking Mugman along with it. “Eep!” The screen shook with the sound of a crash!

Cuphead looked down at Mugman as he laid on the ground, holding his head as stars and birds circled around it. After a few moments though, Mugman shook them off and stood up. “Well, we're in.” Mugman said as he looked around at the ancient castle. “Let's follow the tail to find Grim.” “Mm-hmm.” Cuphead agreed.

The boys silently followed the large green tail around the corner, only to find it trailing up a spiral staircase. “Wha- how long is his tail?!” Mugman whispered. “We have to climb all the way up?!” “We have to climb all the way up, without stepping on his tail, and without falling off the other side!!” “But his tail is basically the same size as the stairs! How we supposed to do that?!” “Uh...just watch your step?” “Great. If we don't accidentally touch him, we'll fall off the side and shatter.” “Well that's optimism.” Mugman sighed.

The brothers began to climb the stairs, they were careful not to brush the dragon's tail or step off the ledge. After what seemed like an hour for the kids, they finally reached the top of the stairwell, both practically crawling their way up those final few steps, heaving and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. How could anyone ever have climbed all the way up while wearing such heavy armor?! “Why...couldn't...have...the princess...built this place...with an...elevator?!” Cuphead panted. “Elevators...weren't...invented...until...1853...guh!” Mugman wheezed.

After a few moments of catching their breath, the brothers finally stood, ready to continue their search for the roaring dragon at the end of the tail. They walked forward and entered one last room before they finally spotted this mighty, ferocious dragon.

Grim Matchstick laid in the middle of the room on his back, his short arms and legs sticking lazily up in the air, almost like a dog or a cat. His long, lizard-like tongue hung out from his wide-open mouth limply, even lying on the stone floor some as his chubby tummy gently moved up and down with each breath. Grim roared loudly, then exhaled. Then, he roared again, but this time, there was a definitive snorting sound to it, followed by a slight sigh. “He's snoring?!” Cuphead whispered, causing one of Grim's ears to twitch. “This is...definitely not what I was expecting.” Mugman admitted, but he still didn't want to be the one who woke up a sleeping giant. “How exactly are we going to do this?” Grim's ears twitched again, and he suddenly stirred, causing Mugman to jump right into Cuphead's arms with a hushed gasp.

Grim closed his mouth and rolled over on his stomach, curling his long neck against his legs as he sleepily mumbled something. “That was close.” Mugman breathed. “Well, we still gotta get his contract!” Cuphead argued, dropping his older brother from his arms. “Ack!” Mugman squeaked as he landed on the stone. “Shh!” “Yer the one screaming.” “Just wait.” Mugman stood and brushed himself off, small gray dust clouds forming as he did. “If he's sleeping, we can snoop around and try and find it without waking him!” Grim's ears twitched again as Mugman explained. “We don't have to fight him!” Was someone trying to steal one of his scales again? “For once, we don't have to resort to violence!” They seemed like good-natured folks, but they also sounded like kids. Why would two kids need a dragon scale?   “Mug, we might not have time for that.” Time? Oh no...

Grim finally opened one of his eyes to see what was going on, which Cuphead noticed immediately and looked on in fear. “Look, I think it'd be easier to make up for lost time than it would be to try and fight a dragon,” Mugman explained, oblivious to the shadow that loomed over him and his brother. “Uh, M-Mugs?” Grim looked down at the kids, unintentionally towering over the boys. As Mugman looked back and he squealed in fear as he saw the large dragon glaring down at them. No doubt Grim heard what Mugman said. They were ceramic toast. The dragon huffed out a bit of smoke as he stretched his wings.

Grim let out as quiet of a yawn as he could to avoid frightening the children, small sleepy tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “H-h-h-holy smokes! I d-d-d-didn't even hear you two come in! S-s-s-sorry about that, I had a rough n-n-n-night's sleep last night, so I didn't r-r-r-really clean as much as I sh-sh-sh-should have.” Grim stuttered, genuinely feeling sorry about his messy castle. The brothers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. Grim noticed his tail ended up wrapped around the castle again, so he unraveled himself from both the inside and the outside of the tower. “So, wh-wh-wh-what brings you two to the security castle? Is there s-s-s-something you n-n-n-needed?” Mugman opened his mouth to speak, but only various noises managed to come out. Grim lowered his head a bit, just to try and make himself look less intimidating. “Aw, I'm sorry, I-I-I-I didn't mean to scare you! You two can ask me a-a-a-anything! Honest!” “Anything?” Cuphead checked. “Anything. I promise I won't g-g-g-get mad.” “Promise?” Repeated Cuphead. “P-p-p-promise.” Grim nodded, his ears perking up cheerfully with a smile as his tail wagged behind him. “T-t-t-trust me. I'm known for m-m-m-my patience.” “Well...Okay.” Cuphead toyed, acting like the innocent little kid he wasn't. “We need your Soul Contract.”

Grim's warm smile dropped at that, his ears drooped lowly. He never told anyone about his deal with the Devil. Grim's wings twitched instinctively as he straightened his neck up once more. “H-h-h-how d-did...?” Cuphead was growing nervous himself now, as he saw the dragon make himself taller again. “Uhh, n-now remember, y-you promised not ta get mad!” He tried, slowly losing his nerve as every bit as much as Mugman had. “D-d-d-did the Devil himself send you?!” Cuphead flinched at that. “Uhhh...” The brothers both nodded, more out of fear than anything else. Grim sighed and looked away to try and hide his quivering lip. “Y-y-y-you two don't seem like th-th-th-the type for the D-D-D-Devil's l-l-l-lackeys.” Grim took another deep breath, gaining control of his emotions for the time being. He turned his head back at our heroes and looked down at them with slight guilt. They were just kids. Children. And from the conversation they had earlier, they seemed like good kids, too. “Ah, w-w-well, y-you see,” Mugman started, “w-w-we basically, uh, went somewhere w-we weren't supposed ta, a-and things k-kinda got outta hand!!” The poor boy was terribly frightened and unable to quite read the dragon's body language well. “W-w-we really don't wanna, b-but--” Mugman's mouth suddenly felt dry, too dry to speak. “But you were t-t-t-tricked?” Grim concluded, looking down at Mugman. Mug slowly nodded, afraid to break eye contact with Grim. Grim sighed again. He truly felt bad.  “I....I'd l-l-l-love to h-h-h-help you out. I t-t-t-truly would.” Cuphead and Mugman looked hopeful at that. “B-b-b-but I c-c-c-can't just...leave.” In an instant, their hopes fell. “I-I-I-I can't j-j-j-just give over m-m-m-my Soul Contract t-t-t-to you.” Grim looked away. “If I do, I-I-I-I'll have to l-l-l-leave. I'll h-h-h-have to leave my f-f-f-friends, a-a-a-and th-th-th-they'll be s-s-s-so w-w-w-worried a-a-a-about me. I-I-I-I don't want them t-t-t-to worry about li'l ole me.” “Little?” Cuphead whispered. “So...I g-g-g-guess this puts us a-a-a-at a bit of a s-s-s-standstill. A c-c-c-case of 'your soul or mine.' R-r-r-right?” Neither one of the brothers liked where this was going. Grim spread out his wings and gave them a gentle flap. “M-m-m-my soul and my Soul Contract belongs to me. A-a-a-and no one else! I-I-I-I'm sorry. T-t-t-truly, I am. B-b-b-but if you w-w-w-want to get it from m-m-m-me, th-th-th-then I must challenge you.” Grim reached into a drawer with his tail, pulled out the contract, then shut the drawer again. He showed the boys his contract, then put the scroll behind his back. He began to flap his wings and lifted his body off the ground. “Take it f-f-f-from me, if you dare!!” Grim suddenly took off out the window and into the sky with a large gust of wind that knocked Mug over and sent him rolling into the wall, just beside the window. “Oww!!” “C'mon Mugs, we gotta get moving!” Cup said as he pulled his older brother up by the hand and tried to lead him outside. “I ain't fightin' this lizard withoutchya!”

The brothers hopped onto a cloud passing by the window and saw Grim just a little farther out. Our heroes began to skip across the sky, jumping from cloud to cloud to catch up with the dragon. Grim suddenly burst into view from the right, his wings morphed into thin, large hands with wriggling fingers and kept his real arms around his chest as he stretched his lips out with a, “Booooo!” Although it wasn't exactly scary, Mugman was so frightened by having to fight a dragon that it got the preteen to jump and squeal. Grim couldn't help but snicker just a tad. Yes, it was mean, but he always got a kick out of startling people. Mugman pulled his straw down to his mouth and took a large gulp of milk from his head to rid himself of his dry mouth. Meanwhile, Cuphead took a deep breath and pulled up his shorts as he braced himself for the battle ahead.

Grim's eyes suddenly swirled and went zany as he charged up his dragon magic. Cuphead hopped onto a cloud ahead of him, not too far above, pointed behind his own head and snapped. The green Roundabout bullets swirled behind him, just above his brother, then swung forward to hit Grim in the base of his neck. Then, green magic rings fired out from Grim's eyes and straight for Cuphead, then for Mugman, each with a third pink one that followed behind the first two. “Ah!” Mugman threw himself towards the next cloud, jumping down on the surface directly below Cuphead and avoiding the attack. Mugman saw another cloud that was higher up, where he could get a better view and made two hops up to it. Meanwhile, Cuphead ran forward to beat the train of magic rings to the next nearest cloud, then, he let himself roll forward and off the cloud. The end of Cuphead's straw closed up to form a white-gloved hand as he continued to flip forward, the hand slapped against the pink magic, giving the child a slight boost. This, unfortunately, wasn't enough, however, and as soon as Cuphead landed on the edge of the cloud, he began to wobble and quickly fell with a shriek. “Mugman!!” Mugman quickly looked back and saw his brother dangling from the cloud with his right hand. “Cuphead!!” Mugman rushed over to the other side of the fluffy platform, got on his hands and knees and grabbed his little brother's wrist to pull him up. However, as Mugman began to pull his brother up, Cuphead noticed how Grim's eyes went zany again, just like before. “Mugman, hurry, he's gonna attack again!!” Mugman groaned as he yanked the other up, and once Cuphead was close enough, Cuphead grabbed onto the ledge with his free hand and helped pull himself up. “There you go! Whew!” Cuphead stood, spun his head around backwards and started firing, ready to dodge. Mugman tried to get up but felt a tug on his left arm that told him he couldn't. “Wha-?!” Mugman tried to pull himself up again but got the same result. He looked down to see what the problem was and saw two little cloud puffs had embodied themselves to grab onto Mugman's glove and pull his hand down into the cloud completely. “Oh no!! C-Cuphead, help me up, I'm stuck in the cloud!!” Cuphead gasped at that and spun his head forwards again to try and pull Mugman out. Grim fired out three more eye ripples at the brothers, and Cuphead tried to pull his brother out even harder. “Cuphead, watch out! Move!!” Cuphead suddenly threw himself over Mugman and let all three attacks slam against his back.  The boy hissed in pain and wiped his eyes before looking back at Grim. He seemed to be getting farther and farther away. “Mug, you gotta start shootin' at him. I'll try and getchya out!” Mugman gulped but nodded with a serious expression. If they didn't do anything but dodge, they'd never be able to end the match. Cuphead wrapped his arms around Mugman's chest and pulled, as Mugman began to snap at Grim with his free hand.

The sound of a tinkling piano was heard as the green tip of a tail wiggled through the cloud-cover below, almost as if waving to the audience on the other side of the screen. Suddenly, the tail jut upwards towards the brothers which caused Cuphead to let go of the mug and launched Mugman into the air and onto another cloud above. “Oof!!” Mugman hissed in pain, feeling the bruise already forming on his belly as he slowly got up. “Well, at least I'm out...” He looked down at Cuphead, “hey! You can reach that cloud down there!” Mugman pointed. “Either he's flying backwards, or he's pushing the clouds back by making wind! Aim behind your head instead of turning it, it's too dangerous at this height!” “Gotchya!” Cuphead winked as he gave his brother the a-okay sign with his hand. Cuphead dashed off the cloud, then threw a Smoke Bomb to give him the extra boost he needed to reach the lower cloud Mugman pointed to.

Mugman pointed straight at Grim, and began to fire again, jumping onto another cloud close by in order to keep the dragon in sight. Mugman winced in pain as he landed, but he tried his best to push it aside like he'd always seen his little brother do. Cuphead bent his arm back behind his head, and began to shoot his Roundabouts again, watching his green bullets circle around and hit Grim. Thankfully, the dragon was big enough that aiming wasn't majorly important.

Grim watched as the children moved closer and began to suck in air. He pushed his tummy upwards, seemingly puffing out his chest as the brothers continued to hop from cloud to cloud, Mugman always trying to stay higher up, and just a tad further back. Grim suddenly released his attack, coughing out a large meteor at the boys as he threw his short arms down and to the sides, then he wasted no time in preparing another. The meteor snaked down, then back up before it would start to curve and fall back down again. Mugman stood his ground, not moving from the cloud he was on. He estimated that the dip and the rise of the meteor's path should have been equal to each other in height and that he should have been safe from where he was. Unfortunately for Cuphead, he'd already hopped in the air once the attack was launched and found himself in the path of the meteor! The child rolled his body forwards as he flipped, letting his legs stick out at an angle to try and make himself flatter to avoid crashing into the fiery rock. While Cuphead had successfully avoided slamming his whole body against the attack, the boy in red reached his left palm out towards the cloud to be able to land on his feet and scraped his elbow. “Ow!” Cuphead hissed, patting out the fire on his elbow as he stood. Something about that felt funny. It didn't feel like just a normal scrape, it felt different. Almost warm, but not at all in a pleasant way. Too warm. So warm, that it actually hurt. “What was...?” “Cuphead, incoming!” Mugman warned.

When Cuphead looked back at the dragon, he'd coughed out yet another meteor that sailed upwards first, unlike the one before. Cuphead got a running start, then jumped up onto another cloud above him, and Mugman didn't take long to join him. Cuphead held his left arm in pain. If Mugman wasn't standing right behind him, he'd be able to fire at him, but before Cuphead could tell Mugman to move, his older brother seemed to notice him holding his elbow. “You alright?” He asked, glancing down at Cuphead's elbow briefly, as he continued his fire. “'M fine, my elbow just...” Cuphead trailed off, not knowing the proper word to describe the way this felt. “Stings?” This caught Mugman's attention, but so did the next meteor Grim coughed out. “Hang on!” Mugman wrapped his left arm around Cuphead's waist and started running. “Move with me!” The brothers stepped off the cloud and let themselves drop onto another one close by. Mugman paused for a moment, waiting for the attack to move a little closer, then jumped directly into the trail of dark smoke the meteor left behind, and onto another puffy, white platform. “What'd you do?” Mugman asked as he kept an eye on Grim. “I scraped my elbow against one of the meteors, and now it kinda stings? But not really?” Mugman grabbed his little brother's injured elbow and brought it closer to his face as he continued firing. “Lemme see!” He looked down at Cuphead's elbow an immediately saw what Cuphead was talking about, thanks to the hole left by the fire on his shirt.

Cuphead's elbow was black and slightly charred. The cup burned himself. Dishware didn't get burned by the same things most people would, such as hot water, or hot food. Even brief contact with an open flame wouldn't feel as hot for them as it would for someone else. It took far more heat for a ceramic or metal being to feel pain than the average Joe, so neither of our heroes had experienced the burning sensation of touching a hot pan, or drinking hot cocoa before it's cooled. That was why Cuphead didn't know how to describe the pain he felt. “You just got a little burnt, it's nothing major.” Mugman informed, looking back at Grim now. “Burnt?” “When someth- shoot!!” Mugman grabbed his brother's right wrist and pulled him along as he jumped down onto a lower cloud. Cuphead hadn't even noticed Grim cough out another meteor. “When something's too hot for our bodies to withstand, it leaves a burn, which causes pain. But because we're made of ceramic designed for holding hot coffee or tea, most things won't burn us.” Mugman explained, moving in front of Cuphead as he continued his fire towards Grim. Neither one of them noticed the sound of the piano as the tail wriggled behind Cuphead. Mugman turned his head to finish his explanation as Cuphead finally began firing behind himself again. “Luckily for you, it's a minor burn, we can just wash off the soot with some dish soap and elbow grease late- Cuphead, hightail it outta there!!” Cuphead glanced behind him and rushed out of the way onto a lower cloud as Mugman jumped up to a higher one, just before the tail jut upwards.

Seeing that his meteors didn't seem to work, Grim switched tactics again and let his eyes go zany as he shot out four magic eye ripples, the fourth one being pink, just as before. Mugman saw the incoming attack, and squat down low to duck out of the way, but as the pink ring soared above him, he jumped back up to try and parry the magic, only to miss, and get hit in the face. “Ouch!!” Mugman tried to stay standing and stumbled back as a result. “Mugs, watch yer--” Cuphead knew it was too late. One wrong misstep and Mugman plunged off the cloud with a loud shriek, and with nothing but the carnival below to break his fall. Cuphead lunged forwards, as far as he could manage, and pushed Mugman and himself onto another fluffy cloud. “Mug!! You okay?!” Mugman sat up and held his right cheek as he hissed in pain. “Yeah. Ugh, I sh-shouldn't have tried to parry.” He let go of his face to see the crack that formed from the attack. “Ow! Thanks for the save.” The brothers quickly got up and moved closer to the dragon, both trying their hardest to build up their Super Meter and both so close to a full meter.

Once the brothers got close enough, Grim noticed the charred ceramic on Cuphead's elbow, and a pang of guilt shot through him. “D-d-d-did I burn you?” He asked meekly, trying not to sound half as guilty as he felt. “Wh- of course ya burnt me!! You shot giant fireballs of death at us!!” “Oh, I-I-I-I'm sorry!” “Wh- I- sorry?!” Cuphead seemingly spat back, but he spoke more out of disbelief rather than anger. “Don't m-m-m-misunderstand my flames – I just meant fun and games.” Grim admitted, although it was a bit of a lie to himself. It was the only way he could trick himself into attacking these kids. He wasn't actually fighting them, he'd tell himself, he was merely play-fighting. Grim pushed his thoughts to the side, and began to suck in air as he prepared another attack. “What flames?!” Cuphead asked. Grim paused, completely still for a few moments as he pretended to think.

After about one second, Grim answered. “Th-th-th-these flames!” He joked and coughed out two flaming meteors that weaved up and down in a crisscross pattern. “Ack!!” Cuphead jumped over the higher fireball and managed to roll onto another cloud safely, then looked back to watch Mugman. Mug looked around the sky to find a safe cloud between the two meteors, but the only cloud that was safe was the one directly across from him, which he would have to cross the path of the intertwining fireballs to reach. Mugman had no choice, however. He took a deep breath, got a running start, and lunged across the gap between him just as the meteors flew towards him. It was evident Mugman wouldn't make the jump before the attacks crossed. “Mugman!!” Cuphead cried. He couldn't see his brother anymore thanks to all the smoke from the meteors. However, it almost seemed like there was more smoke than usual.

Not seeing his brother made Cuphead's heart sink. He balled up his fists in anger and wiped away the dots of milk that tried to form in his eyes. “I ain't letting you get away with hurting Mugman!!” The child roared, not looking back at the dragon as he snapped faster, and more vigorously than he ever had in his life. He could hear the green bullets swivel around and hit Grim, and he could feel his Super Meter building now more than ever.

Suddenly, tiny blue bullets joined the barrage of attacks that hit the dragon from the cloud of smoke left behind. Cuphead instantly felt hope well up inside his very soul and he could just barely make out the sound of his brother's voice coughing.

As the smoke cleared, Mugman was waving the gray clouds away with his right hand as he shot at the dragon with his left. “Good gosh!” The mug hacked, “That literally blew up in my face.” “Mugman!!” “For future reference, the Smoke Bomb works better when you don't throw it at a flaming object that's two feet away from your face!” Cuphead sighed in relief, then turned back to look at Grim.

“Also, as an addition to what we were saying before, those don't count as flames! They're just rocks on fire!!” Cuphead shrieked back, the anger from before having completely dissipated. “Wait, th-th-th-they don't?” Grim asked. “Nuh-uh!” The cup huffed sternly. “Oh...Well...uhh...” Grim stammered, not changing his facial expression as he slowly slid backwards and off the screen.

Mugman quickly hopped from cloud to cloud, passing Cuphead as he tried to chase the seemingly fleeing dragon. “Where'd he go?!” “Cuphead, after him!” Mugman suddenly heard a whooshing sound from behind him, but he only managed to catch a glimpse of a scaly green tail. “Wait a minute!” As a large gust of wind continued to push the clouds forward, Mugman suddenly heard a fiery fwoosh from behind, and saw that something pink had rolled out below the clouds under them. The boy turned around and saw that Grim had lowered his head down behind Cuphead and him, and that he'd not only rolled out his tongue below, but he was also blowing out fire from his nostrils as he slowly flew closer to an oblivious Cuphead. “Cuphead, move!!” Mugman called, but it seemed his brother couldn't hear him. “Mugman, do you see where he went?!”

Eventually, Grim ran out of breath and had to stop breathing fire. He quickly took in a sharp breath to refresh the attack, but noticed the inattentive red child that stood on a cloud just above him. Regardless of what Grim was trying to do, the dragon didn't see it as very fair if he unexpectedly snorted fire at the boy with absolutely no warning.

Grim puffed out smoke from his nostrils with a deep whistling sound into the air above, and unfortunately right into Cuphead's face. “Ack!” Cuphead was blinded, and began to cough and hack aggressively as he tried to wave away the smoke. “M-Mugma--” The boy was cut off by his own choking. “I-I can't see!!” It was clear to Mugman that his brother didn't notice the approaching dragon behind him. Mugman swallowed the lump of anxiety in his metaphorical throat and dashed back from cloud to cloud to reach his little brother, only to freeze up when he got too close to the dragon for his liking. Mugs looked back to see if there was another cloud he could use as a safety net and looked back to Cuphead, holding out both his arms. “C-C-Cuphead!! J-jump forward!! Quickly!!” Cuphead still couldn't see anything, but his brother sounded close, so he jumped towards the sound of Mugman's voice, eyes still glued shut as he sailed into the air blindly.

Once he could finally breathe fresh air again, Cuphead managed to open his eyes as he started to fall. Mugman caught Cuphead in his arms, but at the price of stumbling and falling off the white puff. Luckily for the ceramic duo, Mugman managed to grab onto the edge of a cloud below, and swiftly swung his little brother up and over onto the cloud with impressive speed and agility. “Pull me up!!” Mugman called, firing back at Grim with his free hand. Mugman's feet dangled only mere inches above the dragon's tongue and he didn't like it one bit. Cuphead ran over to the other side of the cloud and bent over to help his brother up, having learned from Mug's mistake earlier. However, an orange fireball holding a large, burning matchstick in his left hand and wearing a blue shako on his head marched out from Grim's mouth with grit teeth, followed by another, grinning orange flame, then another, then another. Both the brothers realized that if Mug wasn't pulled up soon, he'd be burned by the Fireball Marchers. “Wuh-oh!!” “Hurry!!” Cuphead yanked his older up by his arm, then grabbed his shoulder to pull him up the rest of the way, just before the leader with the shako reached the cloud. “Let's get to higher ground!!” Mugman advised, able to feel the heat from the marching fire below. “We're in the air right now?!” Cuphead reminded. “Whatever! Higher clouds! You know what I mean!!”

The boys moved away from Grim, both doing their best to keep a constant fire upon the mighty dragon. “Cuphead, do you have enough for a Super?” Mugman asked. The younger cup looked over to his brother and nodded. “Should I use it now?” “No! Not yet!” Mugman glanced down at the clouds below them, then back at the clouds behind them. “The strong wind's pushing the clouds towards Grim, if you try to use it now, you're bound to wind up with nothing under you to land on!” Mugman looked back at the dragon, keeping his line of fire on him as he thought. “The first Super lasts about three seconds before you drop back down.” Cuphead did his best to stay close to his brother, so that he could be ready whenever he gave him the signal, all while keeping his aim ahead to hit Grim. “But it'll be hard to judge the distance a cloud will be in that time while fighting like this...” This put the mug in a tough spot, using the Super in this type of field was risky, but they wouldn't last long simply chipping away at the dragon with their weaker attacks. If Mugman made a mistake, his brother would fall onto the Fireball Marchers below and get hurt. “Mugs...” Cuphead grumbled, growing impatient. “Alright. I'll keep an eye on the incoming cloud formations and try to time it so you have something to land on without getting burned again. In case I botch it up, I'll try and stay as close as I can so you don't fall.” “Wah? Mug, what if I accidentally hit you?” Cuphead voiced. “You won't, I promise. I'm only staying close by as a safety precaution! There's no harm in playing it safe.” “Right.” Cuphead nodded. “Once you finish the attack, switch to your new short ranged weapon, and try and stay within range, but not too close!” “Golly! Great thinkin' Mug!!” Cuphead agreed, and just like that, the plan was underway.

However, that was just when one of the Fireball Marchers suddenly made a noise, and broke the formation on the tongue. Mugman noticed the new sound and looked back to see the rouge fireball suddenly leap towards the two of them! “Woah!” Mugman suddenly pulled his brother back by his shirt, “jump, Cup,” and hopped up to another, higher cloud. “Wait!” Cuphead saw that the fireball could still reach them from their new height, and pushed his brother forward, forcing the mug to stumble two steps forward out of harm's way. As the younger cup jumped up, he let the marcher sail under him and into the cloud-cover below. “Good catch,” Mugman said, looking back with a thumbs up. “Ah! Wait!” Mugman rushed behind Cuphead then began to fire at Grim again. “Use it now!!”

Cuphead quickly pulled out the Super Coin from the depths of his pocket and flicked it into his head with his thumb in one, swift motion. He could feel the built-up magical energy grow stronger inside his body before the child let instinct take over. Cuphead jumped up in the air, lifted one leg up, and cracked a wide, confident grin as he aimed his head right at the dragon. “Take a sip a this, lizard-breath!!” He cried, then launched out the milk in his head with a mighty blast! Grim visibly tensed up at the attack upon impact and he let a loud yelp of pain escape his throat by mistake.

True to his word, Mugman moved along the traveling clouds and stayed close to his brother. As Cuphead began to fall back down, he just barely managed to land on the edge of a cloud below, with the help of Mugman, who grabbed his shoulder when he started to wobble forwards. Just as planned, Cuphead switched his weapon when he landed, and the next time he snapped, a small, lavender ball catapulted from his fingertip and crashed onto Grim's snout with a plop! “Auh!” Grim choked out as he flinched again. “This is working...” Mugman gasped softly, “keep on 'im, Cup!”

Suddenly, the brothers heard the strange, whiney sort of groan again and looked down to see another Fireball Marcher crouched down and facing the left, towards Grim. “Cuphe-!” “Already on it!” As the fireball lunged towards the ceramic duo, Cuphead took a short hop forwards and onto a lower cloud, closer to the dragon, before quickly jumping back onto the previous cloud once the flame had begun to sail towards him for a second time. At the same time, Mugman leaped and flipped backwards onto a lower cloud that was closer to the tongue than he'd like. “Ah!” He hissed, feeling the heat from the fire below. Mugman loved warm drinks and blankets next to a toasty, cozy fire, but this was too hot, even for him. It wasn't painful, but the fact that he could easily be burned scared him. The boy glanced back to find another fluffy platform, hopped onto the higher one behind him, and started firing again. “Cuphead, keep a safe distance!! I'll hang back!” Cuphead mentally acknowledged his brother's plan, but was too absorbed in the battle to physically show him, other than by getting some distance from the approaching dragon by hopping onto another cloud. “Try to stay higher up!” Mugman warned before he suddenly felt a drop land right on his nose. “Hnn?”

Cuphead had heard Mugman's strategy and glanced behind to try and find a higher platform, when he heard another matchstick marcher ready up for another attack. Cups glimpsed down below and saw this one facing the right, away from Grim, and towards Mugs! “Mug, watch out!!” “Ha?” Mugman saw the Fireball Marcher jump up and gasped as he quickly pulled out the new Super Coin. As Mug flicked the coin with his thumb, he jumped back and caught the enchanted charm in his head.

All at once, the boy could feel the magical energy from his Super Meter and the magic he dropped in his soul combine and increase dramatically. As if instinct took control, Mugman jumped up and crossed his arms below him in a circular motion as he tucked his knees into his chest. His soul, fueled by the magic, projected the illusion of his head, grinning despite appearing to be on the brink of death as indicated by the hollowed-out, black eyes. His head suddenly laughed in a deep voice, one that clearly wasn't Mugman's. “Ha ha ha!” The mug suddenly leaped out from the mouth of the illusion before it shrunk away with a few, large drops of milk, but rather than the typical blue appearance, Mugman was gold, and he glimmered and glowed so brightly, he almost looked transparent. Or perhaps he was transparent. “Woah! This is...I feel great! Fantastic! Ha ha!” He laughed confidently, oblivious to the other marcher that suddenly lunged at him. “Eek!” Mugman expected to get rammed and burned by the flame, but the fireball merely passed right through his body. “Good gosh! This sure is swell!!” Now Mugman was brimming with confidence, knowing that nothing could touch him. The child fought without fear.

Mugman dropped to a lower cloud, still keeping his distance from Grim, but not worried about the fire below. Mugman quickly began to fight recklessly, oblivious to the fading shimmer and how his body flashed between his normal and golden state. He heard another Fireball Marcher prepare for another leap, but when Mugman saw that he was facing him rather than Cuphead, he only scoffed. “Take your best shot at me, sucker!!” He taunted with confidence, just as his body ceased its flashing form and reverted back to its normal state.

The fiery marcher launched at Mugman and not only violently crashed into him, which caused the screen to shake, but also left a large, painful burn on his chest. “Ow! Ouch! Ow! Get it off, put it out! Ow!!” He shrieked, prompting Cuphead to look back. Mugman was laying flat with his stomach on the cloud, shirt and gloves still steaming and sizzling from when he presumably pushed the Fireball Marcher off and put out the fire it started on his shirt. “Mugman!” Cuphead rushed over to his brother and helped him back up to his feet again. “Are you alright?! What happened to your invincibility?!” “Owww.” Mug whimpered. “Y-you tell me.” He hissed as he held the burns on his chest. “I-I didn't realize that had such a short time-limit!” “Mugs...” “D-don't worry about me! Ow. We need to knock this guy out! Pronto! Focus on attacking him!” Mugman tried as he leaned onto Cuphead for support. It hurt so much just for him to stand, but they had to press forward. “Mug, yer hurt!” “I know, but we can't back down now! We'll worry about me later, but for now, we need to take this guy down! The longer we're fighting, the worse off we are!” Mugs groaned. Cuphead begrudgingly nodded. “Right.” He made sure his older brother was able to stand and got closer to the dragon again.

Mugman hopped up, wincing in pain as he moved, and focused his shots on Grim as he watched his little brother. Despite being hurt himself, Cuphead didn't let it bother him in the slightest. Meanwhile, Mugman was severely slowing down due to the pain, and would always take a precautious jump back whenever he saw the Fireball Marchers get ready to pounce. The burns to his chest certainly did no favors to the bruise that he got earlier, and all this moving around was making the crack on his cheek throb in pain. Mugman felt another drop on the right side of his rim, this time it rolled down and traced along the crack in his face, which earned another pained hiss from the boy. Elder Kettle didn't say anything about rain before they left, did he? Or maybe it was just dragon slobber?

“Kablooey!” Cuphead called as he expelled the built-up magical energy from his body out both his fists. As he fired the new Ex Move, a larger, lavender ball launched out and onto Grim's lower jaw, splashing all over his face.“ Owie!!” Grim yelped. “Why ca't you hoo husth g-g-g-githe uh ahleahy?!” The dragon questioned, wishing the children would just admit defeat and go home! “Over my empty head!!” Cuphead retaliated, just as the wind drastically picked up. The boy snapped his fingers once again and the lavender bullet catapulted forwards and smacked Grim right between the wings, then bounced off and hit the back of his neck, just behind the head.

The dragon shrieked in pain. The attack was just enough to trigger a reflex in his wings that caused them to freeze up and stop moving. Grim's eyes bulged out of his head as his body involuntarily shuddered. The dragon rolled his tongue back into his mouth as he glided across the sky, motionless for a few moments. The sky suddenly grew very dark as black clouds rolled in from seemingly nowhere. Rain quickly began to pour down over the three debtors, soaking them all within seconds.

Grim suddenly reared his neck upwards as the clouds darkened his form into nothing more but a large silhouette. There were three voices, each making a different sound. One laughed, another made a silly, warbly, babbling sound, and the last timidly wooed as if mimicking a ghost. “What was...?” Mugman asked, looking up at the silhouette in fear. A head rose up to look Cuphead right in the eyes. “One...” It said before another head on the left side rose up next to the other. “Two...” It taunted, before a third head arose on the far right, grinning maniacally at the cup with an insane look in his eyes. “Three!” Suddenly, the three heads closed in on the boy, forcing Cuphead to take a step back. “You'd b-b-b-etter flee! Brawrahahahah!” The hydra taunted, just as a loud crack of thunder crashed throughout the sky. “Cuphead, back away!!” Mugman warned, and Cuphead didn't at all hesitate.

However, Cuphead surprised Mugman with how far back he retreated. Cup pulled out a Smoke Bomb and dashed as far back as he could, then turned on his heel and lunged across at least four more clouds before he stopped behind his brother. Although Mugman didn't think much of this, he glanced behind at his brother for a moment as he observed Grim in his new form. “Good thinking, Cups. We don't know what this fella's capable of now. We should hang back and watch how he fights!” Mugman informed as he kept a line of fire.

The trio of hydra heads juggled themselves up and down in a way that seemed complex but was a fairly simple pattern. The outer two heads quickly spat out a goopy-looking fire cluster into the air, followed by another and another. At first, Mugman thought these would be easy to dodge if they only kept a safe distance, but one stray bullet from the Peashooter, and a cluster exploded in four different directions, one of course, that headed straight for our heroes.

Mugman flipped forward to dodge, then looked back to make sure Cuphead was safe. “Cuphead!” He called over the thunder and lightning. “Switch your weapon and focus on dodging if you accidentally hit one of those attacks!” Cuphead looked up at Mugman stiffly. “Focus on building up a Super, and end it quickly!!” A soft groan escaped from the older brother. “Hurry!” Mugman turned back to focus on their new strategy.

However, Cuphead couldn't hear what his brother had said at all over the rain, wind, and thunder. The child wasn't focused on the battle at hand at all anymore. Rather, Cuphead looked all around at their surroundings. A large, three-headed, fire-breathing dragon in front of them, gray and black clouds as far as the eye could see, trapped Heaven knows how high up from the world below. Another strike of lightning caused the child to tremble as the rainwater collected in his and his brother's head and overflowed, spilling down the sides. As high up and as soaked as they were, they were bound to be struck by nature's cruel electricity. Cuphead hardly moved aside from his own shaking, not that he could hear himself clinking over the sudden and violent storm. The boy watched his brother as he fought the dragon, unable to move from the one spot on the cloud as tears began to well up in his eyes. A soft hiccup escaped the child as his heart pounded against his chest. A sudden bolt of lightning lunged dangerously close to his brother's head, and the child nearly screamed, but his voice seemed to catch in his throat and turn into a mix between a sob and a cough. “M-Mugs!” Cuphead whimpered softly, sniffling as he shook violently, paralyzed with fear.

Mugman continued to shoot at the hydra as he made sure to watch out for the fire clusters to avoid hitting them. After a short while, however, Mugman noticed that Grim's center head took a deep breath, and knew he was preparing something. He turned back to warn Cuphead, only to hear his little brother suddenly start wailing loudly as soon as another, deafening clap of thunder echoed throughout Inkwell. “Cuphead?!” It had become too much for the child to bare all at once. Cuphead had his face raised to the sky as he wailed and sobbed in fear, terrified. Terrified that he was going to be electrocuted by the lightning. Terrified that his brother was going to be electrocuted by the lightning.

Mugman quickly looked back at Grim, then rushed over to his baby brother as fast as he could. The second he wrapped an arm around Cuphead, his little brother suddenly clung to him for dear life, sobbing and screaming into his chest. Before Mugman would even attempt to try and calm his beloved little Sippy Cup down however, he rushed up and lunged them both onto a higher cloud, and not a moment too soon.

Grim's center head morphed into a large, red flamethrower, and unleashed a massive beam of fire onto where the brothers once stood. He breathed in again and attempted to burn the brothers once more, but he hadn't seemed to notice they had moved. “Hey, g-g-g-genius! They moved up th-th-th-there! The angry-looking head on the right bickered. “W-w-w-well I didn't n-n-n-notice that!!” The center head defended. “And n-n-n-now's not the time t-t-t-to be arguing!” “Right! W-w-w-we need to defend our s-s-s-soul!!” The one on the far left agreed gleefully with a nod. “L-l-l-let's go!” They all cheered.

“Cuphead, what's wrong?” Mugman asked, keeping his little brother close as he pushed him against his aching chest. Cuphead managed to blubber something out, but it was far too distressed for Mugman to be able to make anything out. Another crashing boom of lightning and Cuphead whimpered as he hugged his brother tighter. “A-ah! N-not so tight!!” Mug hissed in pain, but now he understood.

Cuphead had been absolutely terrified of lightening ever since he was six. The three of them had gone to see a movie for Cuphead's birthday, and in the grand finale, the antagonist had been violently and graphically struck by lightning. The child had been terrified of getting electrocuted ever since. When they were kids, Mugman would always have to hold Cuphead close and stay with him until the storm either passed, or Cuphead fell asleep. However, Cuphead stopped waking him up in recent years, Mugman thought he'd been sleeping right through the storms and just assumed he'd gotten over his fear. He must have thought wrong.

Mugman looked back at their foe, grit teeth and a grave expression lining his face. This was a fine time for him to find this out. He knew he wasn't going to get Cuphead to do much more fighting, but if he'd tried to tell him to sit it out anywhere, his brother would not only still be terrified, but at risk of getting hit. No matter where Cuphead moved to, he'd always be in the way. He had to think of something, and quick. “I-it's okay, Sippy Cup, don't panic, alright?” Mugman hoped that the nickname would at least soothe him in some way. “Y-yer gonna be alright, alright? Just...” Mugs began to fire at Grim once more with his free hand and held on tighter to his brother with the arm he had wrapped around him as he continued to move towards him. “Hang on tight!” Mugman braced himself for the remaining battle ahead and for his brother to increase his grip over his injuries.

Mugman rushed just a little closer to Grim and attempted to build up enough of his Super Meter to at least use some Ex Moves, all while carrying his caterwauling mess of a baby brother. The crying child wasn't about to go unnoticed by Grim, however. “Wh-wh-wh-what's wrong with him?! I-i-i-is he hurt?!” The center head asked, quite clearly very concerned. “Wh-wh-wh-what's it matter to you?!” The right head barked. “H-h-h-he's not important, we are!!” The left head tried to remind. “He is a m-m-m-mere child!!” The center head argued as he glared at his other two heads. “He is trying to t-t-t-take our soul!!” The left head scolded. “We have every r-r-r-right to kill them both!!” The right head growled before he suddenly nipped at the mugs. “S-s-s-stop that! C-c-c-can't you see there's something wrong?!” Their arguing suddenly gave Mugman an idea, but he'd have to get dangerously close.

Mugman briefly stopped his firing to yank a cloud out of the sky and throw it closer to the hydra on the left side. Mugs continued his fire once more and jumped over onto the cloud he just smacked back into place and shot at the farthest head from beside the outer right head. “Hey ugly!! Fix yer aim, I-I'm right here!!” He taunted, which prompted a snarl from the angry head. “D-d-d-don't make him even madder, k-k-k-kid!!” The center head warned, but it was too late. The right head suddenly spat out multiple fire clusters at the boys, which Mugman promptly shot before he jumped off to another cloud.

The clusters split apart and hit the two other heads, who both yelped in pain before glaring daggers at the offending head. “Smooth m-m-m-move!!” The left one growled. “E-e-e-even I w-w-w-wouldn't have fallen for that!” “Sh-sh-sh-shut up! Y-y-y-you don't even want to defend the fate of y-y-y-your very soul, a-a-a-and you're upset at me?!” Suddenly, the left head spat out two other fire clusters at the right head, which Mugman quickly shot so that they'd hit all three heads again. “Oh, now look who's the g-g-g-genius!” “G-g-g-guys, we need to stop arguing!” “L-l-l-look, wise guy! If you think f-f-f-fer a second that I'm going to l-l-l-let you get away with a-a-a-attacking myself like that--” “Well at least I d-d-d-didn't do it on purpose!!” Suddenly, the right head lunged forward and bit the left most neck beside it, resulting in the left head to retaliate by chomping down on the right one's cranium. “Ouch!! Stop f-f-f-fighting with yourselves!!” The center head begged, but it was too late.

Mugman seized the opportunity and began firing once again while they were distracted. Thankfully, Mugman's plan had worked, and they were distracted enough by themselves that they hadn't noticed him shooting. Right now, it wasn't about beating the hydra, or doing massive amounts of damage to him. This was about building up his Super Meter, ending this, and calming his brother down. This was about survival. “G-g-g-guys, p-p-p-please! Stop f-f-f-fighting!!” The center continued. Mugman got up closer to the center and hoped that he could do this with just one hand. He had just over enough for one attack, and Mug knew the heads couldn't stay distracted for long! Upon seeing the boy, the center head glanced between the two, still arguing, heads and Mugman, practically cradling his shaking brother with one arm. The same boy who'd been shaking in his presence just moments earlier. Grim had to commend the boy for his bravery, but knew he still had to stand his ground. He puffed out a sigh, then took a deep breath, preparing his flames. “Please work...” Mugman begged to himself. He glanced over at Cuphead and, in an attempt to try and calm him down, he decided to use the whole 'signature move' baloney that Cuphead had been begging him to do. Mugman took a deep breath and concentrated the magical energy built up in his body out his right fist. “Mega Blast!” He jut his hand out forward, but the magic gave a blue spark in both hands for a brief moment, then fizzled out. Mugman internally panicked and promptly tried again, knowing this was his only chance. “Mega Blast!!” Once again, the magic sparked, but fizzled out. If he let go of Cuphead, he could fall. If he didn't try something, they'd be burnt to a porcelain crisp. Mugman took one last deep breath and focused entirely on his magic and the target. He balled up his fists as he unintentionally shot a glare at the dragon, then threw out his fist one last time.“Mega Blast!!”

Finally, the magic shot out one fist and collided into the hydra with a great force. The two outer heads drooped down with 'X's in their eyes, the one on the left side's cheeks puffed up as his tongue hung out haphazardly from his mouth. The center head snapped back, 'X's also in his eyes, before his head tilted down slightly. “Yes!! Oh! Oh! Oh dear mercy yes!!” Mugman shouted in utter relief, but it wasn't over yet.

Mugman held onto his brother as he leaped onto the hydra's back and scoured under his wings. Before long, Mugman found the contract and checked it, but before he could get off Grim's back, he suddenly felt overwhelmingly dizzy and unbalanced. Mugman's world suddenly began to spin and he clung onto the reptile's back for dear life just before the dragon lurched forward without warning and back into the tower, away from the storm.

Grim lowered a wing down for the brothers to climb off once they were inside. “H-h-h-here.” He murmured softly. Mugman was a little confused, but he took the offer and gently climbed down onto the stone, both he and his little brother dripping wet. “I-I-I-I'd offer you a-” Grim cut himself off with a slight hiss of pain. “A towel, b-b-b-but you'll just get soaked as soon as you s-s-s-step outside again.” Grim had changed back to normal now, with only one head visible, but the dragon was still covered in wounds and bandages from their battle. “Y-you're...? Not mad?” The dragon shook his head. “No.” He looked down at the pair with a somber expression and a sigh. “What's done i-i-i-is done. A-a-a-and you earned that f-f-f-fair and square.” Grim fell down onto the stone floor with a huff, just to rest his injured body. “Holy s-s-s-smokes...you two certainly didn't hold anything b-b-b-back...” A pang of guilt shot through Mugman. “W-we're sorry.” “D-d-d-don't be...I just hope...th-th-th-that whatever happens...It h-h-h-happens for the best.” Grim looked up at our heroes. “You two should g-g-g-get going.” “Right.” Mugman nodded, his dizzy spell having passed, “come on, Cups...” Cuphead whined and sniveled quietly into his brother's chest, still terribly frightened from the violent storm just outside.

As Mugman carried his little brother back down the stone stairway, he rubbed the child's back soothingly. “I didn't realize you were still so scared of lightning...” Cuphead only whined in response. “I'm sorry. If I'd known, I would have tried to do something sooner.” Cuphead sniffled a few times, and Mugman sighed, rubbing the base of Cuphead's handle with his thumb a bit. “I...” Mugman looked over at Cup as he spoke, giving his baby brother his full attention. “I w-was tryin' ta be b-brave a-and...” The boy was cut off by another hiccup before he dove back into his brother's chest. “Aww, Sippy Cup...” Mugman hushed. “You don't have to worry about being brave around me when something scares you that bad.” Cuphead mumbled something into Mugman's shoulder that sounded just a bit like 'I don't?' “Of course not. You're already one tough cup. The toughest cup I know, alright? But you can't always be tough like that. And that's okay...Because you have a big brother like me to help you out when things get too scary and tough.” Mugman continued to rub circles into Cuphead's back as the two descended down the stairs. “After all, you're always here for me when I'm scared. So it's only fair that I'll be there for you when you're scared. Okay?” Cuphead turned his head to breathe a little better, still leaning his head against Mugman's chest. He sniffled a few times, wiped his eyes and nose, then pulled his brother into a hug. “...mokay...” The child mumbled.

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 15 Pt. 2

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They didn’t see this one coming, the gate had suddenly been destroyed by an unknown bomb, allowing the horde to come spilling in while everyone else that is still alive were fighting but when they heard it.

“Take cover!” One of the Elite Helghast Troopers had cried out, “They had got in!” making their invaders become aware of it as well. Zombies had ran in from around the corner and sees the futuristic soldiers before running after them as they open fire at them but if they had known that their weak spots are the head that contains the brain and not like their living counterparts. They can take on bullets like a predator taking on attacks from their prey.

They were backing away from the incoming zombies until some of the Helghasts ran for it as most were butchered and eaten alive as they screamed in bloodcurdling pitch.

“Aw crap!” Scout yelled as he ran with the Helghasts until he was then grabbed by Heavy who had a raised eyebrow with Sniper by his side.

Sniper then said “What are ya doing, Scout? You supposed to out to get the bloody Helgha-” until a familiar growl and groan from where Scout was running from, he looked at saw zombies who had making a run for them, arms flailing out uncontrollably left, right, up and down.

‘Helghast’ is what Sniper was originally going to say but now instead, it came out with “Zombies!”

“Da! How did little horde of zombie babies get in?!” Heavy asked out of fear and confusion as he lets Scout down on the ground as he and Sniper got out a shotgun and SMG out.

“T-The bloody must’ve been broken into!” Sniper answered as he pushes Heavy to get moving while he had fired multiple bullets into the zombies as he ran. They run across a few of their teammates and enemies as they turned to look at them, some surprised while the Helghasts turned to aim their guns at them but didn’t open fire when Heavy yelled out “Everyone! MOVE!!”

“Why is that Russi-” Diego but didn’t have time to finish it once Heavy moved out of the way for them all to see, Helghast soldiers had opened fire as Bruno raises Hammer of Valhalla, ready to attack the undead as Diego had the duel knives out while the enemy soldier backed up slowly as they kept firing at the zombies.

“They’re…. They’re not falling down!” one of them said as they see that their weapons had seemingly no effect on the dead as their bodies are riddled with bullets and missing a few limbs that had been blown off of them in the process.

“Bullets aren’t doing anything!” another yelled as a few of them looked at each other, one of them cursed under his breath before ordering out “Fall back! Fall back!” as they all began to back up from their positions as Bruno and Diego did the same.

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Shaw and Medic are running from the horde as soon as they heard the Helghast soldiers screaming and dying from behind them, some of them died after being eaten alive while most of them had come back as one of the undead.

“How were they able to bring down the gate?” Shaw asked between breathes and panting, “I-I don’t know!” Medic answered as he placed his two fingers on his neck, checking his pulse as they ran.

“All ve do know is zhat the explosion happened at zhe gate und vhat cam after is a zombie outbreak within zhe fortress!” Medic explained further as they both stop to catch a breath as others that were following them stopped and then continued to open fire at them.

“T-There’s another way out of here,” Shaw said as he had looked at them trying to kill them, “Through the tunnel where the two children had escaped, if they had gone there then there must be a way out of there.”

“Zhen zhe lovely Miss Pauling und your niece could take us zhere.” he said with hope as he got out a bonesaw and then inspects it. “But best to get zhere first before zhese valking corpses do.”

“Agreed.” Shaw agreed as he then jogs off, Medic followed close behind him as bullets flying through the air was soon replaced with screams of pain and agony.

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Bendy is carrying Radec over his shoulder as he followed Frisk, Cuphead, Mugna, P!Dempsey, Scarlett, Erron Black and Miss Pauling are running through the corridor of the police station. The tainted windows had made it harder for them to see what was going on outside the station.

“Some serious s@%t is going on out there.” Dempsey muttered as he quickly walked through the hallway, Radec was too busy to hear them talking as he is left alone in his thoughts; has someone called in reinforcements? Did the ISA attack? What had caused the loud bang?

He can near screams of his men losing their battle, being ripped apart to pieces and the screeching of the damned. He turned those sounds away as much as he doesn’t want to believe it.

They are approaching closer to the entrance of the station, “Alright,” Dempsey whispered quietly as he holds onto the MR6 as he moves closer to the double doors with Erron who is ready to take on whoever or whatever’s going on out there.

“Whatever it is, it’s not good Erron.” he continued as he grabbed the handle of the door knob while Erron did the same, “I’ve been through these like this before but I can tell this is going to be different.”

“Yeah… Is everyone ready?” Dempsey cautioned as he looked at the group, “We’re ready.” Scarlett answered as she held the revolver steady, Miss Pauling nodded as she pushed her glasses back into position once again.

Cuphead looked at his brother who is still rubbing his head and asked “Can you still fight, Mugs?”, making him look at him and then raised his finger gun with a weak smile. “Brother, Mugman can still fight despite being cracked.” he answered, a bit of an Russian side coming out.

Cuphead is a bit surprised to hear that accent coming out of Mugman, he didn’t think he had it in him to do or say something like that.

“Okay then, Mugs.” Cuphead said as he raised his finger gun the same as well, Miss Pauling looked over her shoulder and ushered to Frisk to stay behind Bendy as she said “Get ready.”

Frisk nodded as they stepped behind Bendy who had still holding Mael Radec over his shoulder, just him looking at Frisk from the Ink Demon’s shoulder as they got out a stick, he is now laughing on the inside to see that the child’s only line of defense like that would help them in any situation.

“If it’s worse than we thought then I’m pretty sure they will be coming over here for shelter, okay?”

“Okay Tank… You go first.” Erron said rather sarcastically, before reaching the door knob and then grabbing it tightly almost hesitant as he grabbed the gun he had in his other hand. Dempsey chuckled “Alright then.” sightly to that joking remark before continued with cautious tone, “On three….” Erron nodded as he looked at him before looking at the door once again and muttered “One….”

Dempsey grabbed tightly on the door knob, “Two….” he whispered as he raised his gun up to his head level before he and Erron both concluded with “Three!” before opening the door only to let Scout and their team teammates coming bursting through the doorway with a few of the surviving enemy soldiers.

“What is the situation? free from this-” Radec didn’t finish his sentence as they had ran passed him and Bendy with Heavy and Demoman leading the way, “Move! Move quickly!” Spy shouted after them as he ran ahead for the cell block B. “Where are you…. Going?” Radec questioned as he now heard the groaning coming from outside.

“It can’t be…” Miss Pauling muttered as Scarlett said next was “Oh no… The gate…” they managed to go through them to see Shaw and Bruno are already on their way to the entrance and Scarlett had ran up to them.

“Ms. Rhodes!” Bruno said as he and Shaw walked up to her as she looked at them in confusion and stunned bewilderment on her face. “What happened? There was a sound of explosion and-”

“The gate is destroyed.” Shaw breathed out before getting out one of his potions, “It’s destroyed? How?” as she lowered the gun down for further information, “There was an explosion, I don't know why but it had happened and now they are in the here and Helghasts are trying to fend them off.” Bruno explained further as he looked behind him along with the others.

(Drawn by SamPostStuff on Tumblr)

Their eyes grew wide open as they see that Radec’s men are being slaughtered by a horde of zombies that are stumbling through the clearing without the gate to block them out from the inside. “That’s a lot of zombies over there.” Erron commented as he pointed his gun at the horde.

Helghast Elite Soldiers are already formed a few small barricades to block them off, giving their lives that their comrades could escape from the fate that these civilians had suffered before they came. Shaw said “And the situation had become more and more dangerous so…” before looking over to Bruno who had looked back at him. “I now believe it’s time to go.”

Cuphead, Mugman and Frisk looked at each other as they held hands while they all walked backward away from the incoming zombies. “He’s right, we have to run back to the Caves.” Miss Pauling suggested to everyone as she kept pointing her pistol at the horde.

“I am with Pauling on that,” Dempsey while he kept his eyes trained on the horde of zombies coming. “Now let’s get outta here!” he yelled as they all head inside back inside the police station without looking back as gunfire is heard from behind them. “Is your men be able to fend them off?” Ink Demon blurted out as he looked at Radec who is pulling himself up to support his weight.

“They are the elite, they can deal with them! They are only troops, they knew the risks.” Radec answered as this made Dempsey looked at him with a glare. “Yeah, I don’t think that “How to kill a zombie” instructions when they heard about the risks, Colonel.” he snapped, “If you knew so much of killing those meat stacks, then you would know that killing them in the head could work!” he continued, looking at his gun while they all ran back to the Cell block B.

Everyone is already at the tunnel that Mugman had made to use for escape, they are filling in in single file and who is waiting there was Diego, who is standing anxiously and waiting for his teammates to come but he was overjoyed to see them arrived in one piece.

“Scarlett!” he exclaimed, as they approached the cell without slowing down, “Diego,” Scarlett said as she ushered the kids into the hole, “Have you retrieve Colonel Radec?” he asked hesitantly, looking at Bendy’s new form and to the three kids. “Yes but they did the work for us and we had to check to see what had-”

“Two of you, there is no time to talk about it but we have to save all of this for later!” Radec said as he focus on the sounds from the hallway they had came in, bullet casings, gunfire and screaming as well a fire had started in the hallway.

Shadows of his men and zombies are visible on the wall, Radec is already in pain to see that they are trying to take them down and knew that Dempsey is right, they weren’t prepared for this type of a virus that is 115.

“Now, if I had to ask, does anyone have a plan for this?” The colonel cautioned, Shaw looked at him and then looked at the empty bottle he had found.

“Well, there is one plan that I had come up, it is crazy as me but it could work.” Shaw answered as he began to work on the potion to which it's more likely a bomb-like potion, “Then hurry the hell up then!” Dempsey agreed as he holds his gun up to the direction of the noises.

“Doesn’t it involved the-”

“It helped me and your father escaped the Germans after they turned, of course but it nearly killed us, so I thought I could do it again for old times sakes.”

“Just try not to kill us if you made it, Stanton!” Diego said as he was handed a revolver by Scarlett as she kept her eyes on it. “Bendy,” Erron asked as the Ink Demon looked at him, “Make sure that Radec doesn’t go anywhere, please?”

Bendy grind a chilling grin as he nodded, “I will.” he said as he held tightly on Mael’s torso while he looked at him while Shaw gotten to work on the bomb potion using the ingredients he had happened to grab on the way.

Erron, Dempsey, Scarlett, Diego and Miss Pauling didn’t hesitate to open fire on the horde as they began to enter the cell block B, Cuphead and Mugman wanted to help but they are quickly stopped by Bruno who had gently blocked them with the hammer as he said “No, don’t. Let them handle this, little cups.” as he looked at them, Frisk was looking at them but then looked down as they felt a presence of their old partner somewhere in the cell.

They knew it’s _ _ _ _ _ presence that they are feeling, they are not going to say their name or else; they will come, they will do… violet things when they will possess someone, even them.

*Oh Frisk~ *How have you been lately? *Enjoying the new game? *She had brought us here, just for us. *For us to FIGHT it out.

They nearly finished when they heard their voice, they rubbed their arms in disgust, they are hoping Shaw could finish the potion as quick as possible. They don’t want to hear them rant and try to trick them into going on a killing spree.

*I know you can hear me, Frisk. *The other Richtofen had said my name, *Why can’t you do it? *You can’t ignore me forever.

Frisk shook their head as they placed their hand on their forehead, shaking it as they stumbled a bit around the cell. Cuphead looked over to Frisk and raised an eyebrow at this, so he walked over to them with worry.

“Frisk?” he said, making them to look at him with shock then soon relief. “Are you okay? You… You don’t look so hot.” he asked as he is concerned about his friend, Frisk nodded as they put up a thumbs up sign. “And I am finished!” they heard Stanton said out loud as he held the potion up high, “Good!” Radec and Bendy said at the same time as they turned to each other. “Time to go, Tank!” Erron said to the Marine who nodded as they turned and ran, Scarlett, Miss Pauling and Diego followed the same suit as them while they looked back and see more zombies coming, some were civilians while most of them were once Elite soldiers of Helghan now turned into the undead.

Cuphead “Come on, Frisk, let’s get out of here!” Cuphead said as he grabbed Frisk’s arm and pulling them into the hole with Mugman in tow as well. Shaw is the last one to enter the opening of the Caves, making sure that others are behind him before dropping the bottle and then running to the others to catch up to them.

Zombies then entered the cell and then unintelligently stepped onto the bottle, making it break and then causing an explosion as Shaw can clearly hear it from afar within the caves.

“Well, it didn’t collapse on us so..” he said as Scarlett looks at him and asked “So what, Stanton?”

“I am not sure if it is a good or a bad thing for us, maybe a little of both of them combined and now with the next objective: Getting ourselves out of the Caves.” Shaw answered hesitantly as he walked beside his teammates and enemies who had escaped the carnage.

Cuphead looked at them and then back at Frisk, saying “First you two being captured and now we are running with the captors away from the undead to get out of the Caves. What else could be next?”

Frisk nodded as they looked back at the now blocked off entrance then at the Richtofen, Primis version of the doctor as they knew there are two of them here now. They are now gotten into thinking on Chara somewhat the cause of this but then they wondered from the thought when they had mentioned “she” had brought them here, to fight each other?

If Chara is telling the truth about “Her” then who are they talking about and why?

(Drawn by GulliblePineApples on Tumblr as a request)

Unaware of everyone, an entity and a villain is watching them with further interest, she softly sighed and said, “They had gotten away just when it had gotten good. I do hope they can find the inner cave river so I can like my move~”

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PAIN OF LOSS - LAMENT - HOPE - LIFE MOVES ON

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It was him holding his little brother in his arms the brother whom he loved so much.. His other half…

It was a sudden attack.. They fought the best they could.. Cuphead was down… Cupboard walked at them… She had stolen their powers.. And now they fought with everything they had.. Cuphead was down panting.. Bruises and scars on his body from the intense fight .. She removed a Dagger and ran to attack him. Mugman was faster so he got up a crack on the right side of his mug he ran and took the stab in his stomach… He gasped….his eyes widen in surprise.. He slowly looked at his wound she removed the dagger and he fell on his knees.. And face down on the cold floor 

Cuphead gasped..

No!!.. No… NONONONO!!! “Cuphead…” he heard mugman saying softly.. Cuphead felt his heart breaking his lungs hurt.. No.. This is a dream right? This.. This.. Is a nightmare right? It can’t be real.. No.. No..it couldn’t be real… C-could it?..

He felt rage.. Boiling rage he face became red from anger the liquid in his head started boiling with no control his whole body was shaking from grief lament anger rage fury…

Cuphead upon his rage attacked her.. “YOU BITCH!!! THAT WAS MY BROTHER!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU WILL PAY!!!” he punched her. “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” she struggled he punched her in the face so hard his k'nuckles bleed.. She pushed him and attempted to run but Camilla… Camilla had enough… She grabbed her by the hand and fought her… Her reign of terror was ending here and now… She fought with her…, Camilla defeated her “IM DONE BEING SCARED OF YOU THAT WAS MY FRIEND MY BROTHER MY LOVER YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!” she stabbed her in her heart she let out a scream and vanished in a poof of black smoke..

Cuphead heard mugman groaning, he winced and gasped

“Mugs!” he ran and held him in his arms There was a wound on his stomach he was losing blood quickly “NO NO NO NO NO!!!” “I.. I… I. M. GONNA PARRY YOU.. NO PROBLEM !” Mugman smiled “we lost our powers remember? She took them away… Please take care of elder kettle” Cuphead panicked “D-Don’t talk like that Mugs!! You will be okay i.. I will fix you!”

“confess Camilla you deserve to be happy” he smiled weakly.. Cuphead cried.. “No.. No.. Don’t speak like that! We.. Will confess together.. We… Will be happy together.. Mugs.. Hang on!” Mugman coughed.. And blood ran down from the side of his lips..“Its too late Cuppy… Its okay shh *cough* *cough * don’t cry.. I will be with you always even if you can’t see me i will protect you and camilla..” Cuphead cried harder.. “Mugs..”

Mugman held him by the jacket and pulled him closer “ promise me that you will be strong… Cup…head…*cough* don’t let my absence affect your life and heart.. Live… You will be happy with Camilla and you will get married and have children. You deserve happiness.. ” he said… Weakly… Cuphead was at lose of words…

“I… I.. Promise..” he said “Good” he said “I… I love you all..” he said tears running down his ocean blue eyes.. “We.. Love you too..”

His ocean blue eyes lost focus everything became blurry.. And his hands fell from  his jacket.. His.. body relaxed..

Cuphead started crying harder Lament and the pain of loss was too much it hit him like bucket of cold water like a knife in his heart “ MUGS? MUGS?! THIS ISN’T FUNNY YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! LOOK AT ME SPEAK TO ME ANYTHING!!! PLEASE…. PLEASE MUGS… NO… NO…DONT LEAVE ME… DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! MUGMAN?!?!?!?!?! MUUUUGGGGMMMAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! MMMMMMMUUUUUUUUGGGGMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

Camilla came closer tears in her green eyes.. She saw cuphead and her heart Clenched… He was gone and she didn’t have the chance to tell him how much she loved him.. Cuphead was crying no.. Bawling hard… She got scared that he might die on the post from the way he was crying.. Heartbroken….. She cried as well…

She hugged him(cuphead) from the back while cuphead hugged mugman closer to his chest his brother… His brother whom he loved so much was gone…

“Cuphead..?” she said.. Cuphead looked at her “its my fault… Its all my fault..” she hugged him “no… It.. It wasn’t your fault.. He want us happy..!”

It started raining..  Mugman’s blood was mixed with the rain.. Cuphead took mugman gently and carried him in his shoulders.. Close to their home there was a mountain who had the best view.. The ocean.. The rain hit him mercilessly and it was mixed with his tears..opened a grave while the rain fell upon them Thunders lit up the sky KRACK A BOOM

He took mugman he kissed his cheek on last time he caressed his cheek he sighed… Camilla did the same.. He gently took him and gently laid him in.. He buried him with his own hand.. “Goodbye brother!”

They went home.. Camilla hugged him… For the next days he had no appetite he woukd have Nightmares and panic attacks. Camilla would cry too the pain of loss and lament was too much for her too when the doors are closed she will slide down hug her knees and cry… Cuphead.. Since the incident wasn’t himself.. She couldn’t blame him.. She couldn’t blame him.. She would pass outside the door of his room and cry… Cuphead wasn’t sleeping on his room but on his brothers room hugging his hoodie..

She found him some day on his brother’s grave crying his heart out .. “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME ALONE!? HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH AND CRUEL AND LEAVE ME LIKE THIS?! WHY?! WHY?!?!? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!…. w….hy…..?…m..m..ugs..ITS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU PLEASE!! COME BACK! IM SORRY IM.. I… IT.. SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! NOT YOU!! I FAILED YOU!! MUGMAN FORGIVE ME.. I COULDN’T SAVE YOU!!! ” Camilla walked closer… And hugged him the rain hit her too..“ Cuphead please don’t talk like this it was r ykur fault he would want us happy he wpukd want you happy… Im sorry… We will not forsake him.. We will pass through this together

Cuphead hugged her and cried harder his head on her chest and her heartbeat was comfort… He cried "I MISSED HIM.. CAMILLA!!” “ Me too cuphead… Me too…we will nkt forget him even though he is not here he will be in our minds and hearts.. We will not forget him… He will be eternal in our heart!!”

“I was a bad brother!” he cried hugging her tighter “ she took him by the shoulders and shook him!” NO! YOU WERE THE BEST BROTHER IN THE WORLD HE KNEW YOU LOVE HIM HE FUCKING KNEW IT! YOUR LOVE FOR HIM ME IS UNCONDITIONAL YOU WERE THE BEST BROTHER HE WAS HAPPY HE DIDN’T BLAME YOU I DON’T BLAME YOU WHAT HAPPENED WAS UNFORTUNATE.. DEATH IS INEVITABLE WE WILL MAKE IT I WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE AND WE WILL PASS THIS DARK HOUR TOGETHER! please don’t blame yourself! “

He smiled” Thank you Camilla!“ she smiled” “anytime.. Let’s go home” she got up and offered him her hand he took it and got up.. “we will come back again tomorrow!” he nodded and took her hand they looked at the gravestone «RIP MUGMAN EROS HOLLOWARE A loving brother friend lover» They went home took a shower, ate in silence and then went to sleep!

They cried for the rest of the night a fire to keep them warm they slept in the living room seeing the fire and the Thunderstorm accompanied them to their grief.. CRACK A BOOM the rain and thunder were comforting in a way just like the way it clears earth it cleared their heart from the grief.. “He was too young… Camilla… He wasn’t even 25 years old…  He was.. Too young… Too too young” She hugged him tighter and wrapped him in a blanket cuphead was wearing his hoodie Camilla wore one of his hoodies as well.. They cried “I know..i wish things were different…!”(they wore mugman’s hoodies) 

They cried themselves to sleep.. On the table was a picture of them smiling mugman was hugging Camilla on one hand and on the other he was hugging cuphead.. ..time passed the pain of loss and lament became less… A new feeling blossomed in their hearts and that that was HOPE  Cuphead and Camilla came closer they went on dates eventually they got married and had children one of them their first born was a boy.. He had blue colors they named him Mugman Eros! The other child was a girl they named her Elpida “Hope” in greek… Because no matter what there is always HOPE!.. Life Moves on! 

He was happy he stilled missed him but he knew he was happy and in a better place! ❤️💙💚💜

The end

Im sorry if this sucked it was a one shot that came to mind when i saw the drawing of cuphead hugging wounded Mugman I hope you like it! Thank you! 

Couldn’t decide the title so have them all! 😊😊

RESPONSE

Mod- jesus christ of latter day saints!!! I’ve never gotten a fanfic before! Thank you! Grief is a tricky thing isnt it?