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Toon Quest

Chapter 9: I Can Wait

A/n: 🫡 time to get the ball rolling—enough banging around, we turn into real men from now on guys, this plot is driving 180 on an 30 mph road

Y/n laid in the bed staring up at the ceiling, not a single thought roaming in her head, Spunk had his head resting on Y/n’s foot, the pup was fast asleep and at times would roll around to find a more comfortable position—despite the many rooms the hall provided for everyone, it seemed everyone decided to remain in one room—minus, Ruck, Meek and Don, clearly seeing they were much older than everyone they want their own rooms so they wouldn’t have to hear the loud voices of the young group—lord knows how many headaches Ruck can get in one night with already having to put up with Meek and Don—mostly Meek.

Mugman was asleep on the couch with Cuphead, and despite the very different personality traits, Mugman was the one to be a wild sleeper, he had his socked foot on Cuphead’s chest, as his other leg dangled off the couch, Mugman’s head was also having off the couch as well, but seeing he was snoring away—the position didn’t seem to bother him, Felix was asleep on the floor with Panchito, Oswald and Donald. She could hear the soft purring from Felix was sound asleep, Donald at one point muttered a name under his breath: ‘Daisy’

Despite the piles of blankets that were on the floor, Oswald didn’t care to cover up, sleeping on the floor with his arm tossed over his eyes and a neutral expression you would think he was dead. And Panchito laid beside it on his stomach—at times his tail feathers would shiver as he snored.

Bendy had actually arrived a few hours before everyone decided to call it night. After being dragged around everywhere by Lucy, Bendy of course was exhausted just as much as they were.

The tailor shop was ran by an elderly man, kind hearted and was very talented seamster, the mannequins had the showcased the clothing he made—they were all created and sewed from rich fabrics, pure cotton and velvet, satin robes and sashes, golden highlights on suits and linings, when they arrived at the shop the man wasted no time to take their measurements and start frantically sketching on some parchment paper he had lying around, garbling how he would make the best known warrior uniforms for them all, to carry Hector’s dream.

The people in town would move away from Y/n as she went to explore it with Panchito later in the day, moving sideways like water parting down the middle.

It was surely a sight to see but it made Y/n stick out like a sore thumb, all her life she spent at home—living the life of any ordinary person, wake up, work, eat, sleep—maybe make time to hangout with folks, but being ripped into a new world and placed to where people saw you as some hero when you truly hadn’t done anything remotely hero worthy other than walking in the shadows of a man that once was a…hero.

Even then, it was something that was heavy to think about, Hector died. And Y/n couldn’t even fight off one person, or tie a monkey knot.

Y/n thought her head felt empty, but the problems had soon started to seep back to her, if it got too quiet she would think too long, worry too much. She had an Uncle, though she thought he didn’t see her blood, but something more of a student he was trying to mentor to grow from a bud to a blooming flower, some dog to just teach so she wouldn’t die in the process of the objective. A deep feeling in Y/n wanted to show him that she was better and more useful than some gal that just sat and waited for the situation to hit her in the face—but that’s all she really knew.

It was evident she wasn’t going to get sleep anytime soon, sighing through her nose the human furrowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes—no amount of fatigue would make her drop dead asleep at the moment. Her brain was running rapidly, her eyes opened back on it at the sound of soft labored breathing, moving her head over where the window was, laid Bendy, wrapped in the blanket with his back turned from everyone as he laid in the couch by himself, in the dim room Y/n could see he was shivering—as if he was left out in the cold and trying to fight away the cold air nipping at him.

But it wasn’t cold. Y/n sat up, her eyes remained on his form and Spunk moved away from Y/n’s foot and laid his head on the bed nstead—not budging from his sleep.

Bendy’s shaky breath was soft, not enough to wake anyone up, but Y/n could hear him. She removed the blankets from her and slipped off the bed, the cold hardwood floor met the sole of her feet, causing a chill to run up her spine. She walked over to the couch—which wasn’t too far from the bed.

Walking over to the arm of the couch where Bendy had laid his head on the pillow she looked down at him. “Bendy.” She whispered and reached down and placed a hand on his back, the warmth immediately warmed up her hand—like she was touching a warm water bag—he clearly was too warm to be cold—and far too warm for it to be his regular body temperature, Y/n wasn’t a doctor or anything but the damp feeling on her hand mixed with the warm feeling from Bendy’s back clearly wasn’t normal. She shook his shoulder and Bendy let’s out a soft grunt before slowly sitting up, Y/n removed her hand from him and Bendy turned his form to face Y/n, his eyes were tried—ridden with exhaustion, his eyes glossy and eyes ready to close to drift off back to sleep.

“You look sick.” Y/n muttered before sitting down at the spot he once was laying down at, Bendy shoved the blanket off his shoulder—clearly taking notice how hot he was—he wasn’t wearing the uniform they had given him earlier in the day—but his regular outdoor outfit they had arrived in Welkin in—the button up shirt and loose pants—that was different she didn’t know where he got them from but At Least he had more than one pair of clothes.

He raised a hand to rub at his head. “Yeah..my—I—my head had been bangin’ since…since earlier today.” His words drawled out as if he couldn’t latch onto what he was saying himself.

“Why didn’t you say something then? We could have gotten you some medicine before we all headed to bed.” Y/n questions—a common cold would be understandable, they did sleep through a small snow storm after all.

Bendy didn’t answer as he closed his eyes, his chest heaved, and a croaking yet regurgitation-like noise muffled in his chest—it sounded sorta similar to a dog bellowing. But Y/n thought he just stopped himself from burping in her face. The human was about to open her mouth to joke about it but a crawling black line of liquid slowly dropped down Bendy’s forehead, he let out a balanced sigh and placed a hand on the back of the couch near Y/n’s shoulder, with his other hand he raised and wiped away the substance.

“I feel—like—god dammit—“ Bendy closed his eyes and inadvertently leaned forehead accidentally bumping heads with Y/n, who raised a hand and rubbed her forehead that he accidentally bumped, but she wasn’t too bothered by that, half her focus going into Bendy seemed to be in disarray.

Bendy opened his eyes and looked at Y/n to see her eyebrows furrowed and a hard attentive gaze was locked on him.

“M’fine…just need some air s’all.” He tried to coax her out of her stern expression, Y/n’s slightly moved her head.

“I would say stay seated but I think it’s good for you to get some air.” She stood up from the couch and Bendy slowly stood up as well, his hand resting on his abdomen before slowly resting to his side, Y/n’s eyes landed over to the curtained balcony door, she gently grabbed Bendy’s arm and then grabbed the blanket that was abandoned on the couch, sauntering over to the door and feeling like she was hauling a log as Bendy trudged behind her, Y/n rested the blanket between her shoulder and chin before unlocking the balcony door and opening it, keeping a hand around Bendy’s arm. Once walking out—the chill air hit Y/n—thank god she brought the blanket she didn’t want to sit out in the cold, she released Bendy and he sat down on the cushioned bench, Y/n following after and sitting down beside him, the view was of the courtyard and though it was nice to gaze upon, she mostly had her focus on Bendy.

He was unbuttoning his shirt as he leaned back and hazily gazed off into the sky, his chest heaving up and down as if he ran a marathon. With the now light from the moon she could see his shirt had been stained with a dark blotch near his chest, arm and back. Bendy opened his shirt to cool off and Y/n wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, a deep heavy silence falling between the two, the soft groans from Bendy and the soft breathing was the only thing in the air. Y/n stared out at the sky before hearing Bendy.

“Thanks…” his voice was too low and too soft—she almost didn’t hear him and thought he was speaking to himself at first. Y/n looks at Bendy to see him wiping at his face—he didn’t have his gloves on as she usually saw him wearing—he must have taken them off earlier in the night. Her eyes landed on four figures—four claws like nails.

“I’ll get a towel so you can wipe off.” Y/n sheds the blanket around her shoulders and got up from the bench before entering the room again—looking over near the counter was, she walked across the room and spotted the neatly folded towel, grabbing it she then walks over to the sink—twisting the iron knob cold water leaked out of the nozzle, placing the town underneath it, she damps it up and made sure the water was as cold as it could get.

Bendy had sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees, he heard footsteps and knew it was Y/n returning back, she held the cold towel and sat back down next to Bendy, she saw a black string of drool hanging from his mouth, reaching a hand he wiped at his mouth and sat back on the bench, Y/n placed the cool towel on his forehead and wiped away at the dark sweat.

“You’re probably going to have to rest for tomorrow.” She said.

“That’s if the gal lets me…” he muttered weakly. He moved his head away from the towel and the same choking sound gently rumbled in his chest. He closed his eyes and stiffened.

Y/n knew she hated being bothered when she was sick or anywhere in pain, so she gently moved back and gaze at Bendy some space.

“I dunno, even so, I think a doctor visit should be good, we’re not back at home you could have caught anything while we were out.” Y/n pipes up, she places the cool towel back on his forehead and wiped away the sweat.

Bendy’s eyes slowly opened as he gazed at Y/n. He didn’t reply as he stared at her, his eyes slowly glazed over—a watery reflection as he gently placed a hand on her arm.

“M’okay. Really, just a minor headache.” He replied. Y/n decided to let the idea of visiting a doctor go, if Bendy felt okay, then she would trust him….a little.

This didn’t seem normal, exhausted to the bone, sweating profusely and dripping ink like stains, it was something to be concerned about, but it was mild at the moment, not anything detrimental at the least. Bendy lets out a shaky sigh and Y/n slowly nods after a moment of long silence.

“Alright.”

Bendy reached up and took the towel from Y/n and sat up, she could feel the heat radiating off of him, he leaned on the arm of the bench and outstretched and arm towards Y/n to lean on him.

“C’mere..”

Y/n wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and slid closer to Bendy and leaned into him, his damp and warm body pressed into hers as she laid her head on his shoulder, Bendy wrapped an arm around her and leaned his head back and stared out into the sky. Y/n could feel his heartbeat thumping rapidly in his chest—so hard to the point she could feel it on her ear, the hollow thumping—sounded like frantic beating on a wall—like his heart was going to jump right out of his chest. He clearly was having a hard time breathing so Y/n removed her head from his chest and rested her head back on his shoulder.

A minute passed by and soon 10 or so minutes flew by before she glanced back up at Bendy to see his eyes were closed, eyebrows pushed together, a grimace present on his face, his bottom eye twitched, the towel still rested on his forehead, thank god he kept it there. Y/n placed a hand on his forehead and removed her hand from him and looked at the palm of her hand, the black substance stained her hand and Bendy opened his eyes as he did so, the human looked down at her hand.

“I’m not too knowledgeable about, you know, toons and what happens when they're sick but I’m sure it’s not any different from when humans get sick, this doesn't look normal Bendy..” Y/n deadpans as she shows him her palm, Bendy looks down at Y/n’s hand.

“I ain’t a doctor so..” he answered but soon trailed off and Y/n shook her head.

“Like I said, we can always make time to go to one, I’m sure they have one here—“

Bendy placed a hand on Y/n’s mouth to stop her from talking and a sigh left his mouth. “Doll, yer talkin’ to much, m’sorry my brain can’t handle all of that right now.” He silenced her and Y/n moved his clammy hand from her mouth.

“I’m just saying.”

Soon Bendy quickly sits up, Y/n moving back from him as he frantically sniffs the air. “I’m starvin.” He whispered. Y/n slowly blinked and stared at him with an odd expression.

Bendy placed a hand on his head and groaned, the human moved to pick up the towel from the ground that Bendy knocked off from his head. She folded the towel back up, and placed it beside her, Bendy slowly leaned back to his original position, Y/n leaned back as well, the blanket blocking off the unwanted chills of the night air.

“What’re doin’ up so late anyway?” Bendy soon asks. Y/n didn’t entirely have an answer for that, she just wasn’t tired.

“Wasn’t tired.” She replied, her eyes glued onto the dark canvas of a sky. Bendy inhales slowly—which was rigid in action, he heard her answer clearly but didn’t respond before moving an arm around her shoulder and pulled her back to him, the human leaned into the demon, laying her ear back onto his chest, Bendy’s warm hand gently laid on the back of her head.

“Let’s..get some shut eye then..”

Y/n started to soon feel the fatigue start to swallow her, she wondered if it was because of the cool weather that made her feel tired than what she felt like laying in bed where everything was warm, Bendy’s body seem to regulate it’s normal function from whatever small episode it just had, but he wasn’t breathing as heavy as he once was, his breathing was much more calm and balanced, his chest heaving up and down and Y/n didn’t really drift off to sleep until she could tell he Atleast was decent to the point where he wouldn’t suffocate to death in his sleep.

“Not gonna lie, you made me feel a whole lot better.” Bendy pipes up, Y/n opened her eyes and stared back into the sky.

“You know..a doctor also can make you feel better.” She adds on jokingly finding it now the best seeing Bendy wasn’t withering in pain.

“Go to bed..”

It didn’t take too long for the two to drift off to sleep, Y/n laid across the bench as Bendy remained in a sitting position, not the most comfortable position to have a full night's worth of sleeping but he wouldn’t move an inch for Y/n.

A tad bit later, she could vaguely remember Bendy getting up from his position—the soft midnight blue was starting to be overtaken by a soft orange and yellow glow in the sun, the sun was rising, Bendy stood up and gently laid Y/n’s head on the bench, gently moving the blankets to cover her shoulder, she heard a voice in the background.

“M’comin.” Bendy calls out. Y/n slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bendy and he placed a hand on her head.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you later, okay?” He tells her and Y/n slowly nods—clearly she was too tired to speak, Bendy removed himself from the ground he was kneeling on and resumed buttoning the last three buttons on his shirt as Y/n slowly fell back into a deep sleep.

A few more minutes had passed and Y/n felt a soft furred hand on her forehead, the human clenched her eyes closed before slowly lifting her eyelids—the sun was just rising in the sky—but it was still a tad bit dark out. Her eyes landed on Felix who had crouched down near the bench.

“Hey, it’s chilly out here, come inside to sleep, yeah?”

Y/n sat up from the bench and soon stood up, Felix stood up as well and walked over to the door and held it open for Y/n as she tiredly walked into the room and immediately made her way over to the bed and climbed onto it like some zombie—laying in her stomach she felt Spunk get up from the foot of the bed and saunter onto Y/n’s back and curled up, she heard Felix maneuver around the room—mostly picking pieces of clothing up and some trash the boys had made prior to everyone going to sleep.

Felix looks down at Panchito who had sneezed at the cool air that came into the room from the balcony door that was once open but Felix had closed it shortly after he and Y/n entered the room, Felix bent down and fixed the blanket to be at Panchito’s shoulders, the felines ears flickered over to the couch Cuphead and Mugman were still heavily asleep on. He heard Cuphead grumble under his breath and move his head from Mugman’s foot, if Mugman moved any more he was certain to fall off the couch, walking over to Mugman Felix moved the cups foot off of Cuphead’s chest and fixed the blanket on the brothers before looking over at Y/n who was halfway off the bed, she tried to climb onto the bed but was extremely too tired to do anything, walking over to her and moved her legs onto the bed which Spunk raises his head to look up at Felix, a soft yellow glow escaping Spunk’s eyes before he laid his head back down on Y/n’s back.

Returning back to his spot onto the floor, Felix leaned on the wall and closed his eyes.

Ah yes, morning. Sounds familiar right? The soft tones of the birds chirping outside, and a few footsteps from outside of the room from some of the workers in the castle was a warm welcome and a warm start to the morning. You guys thought I left did you? No, I’m very much still here as your narrator, laying on the bed who had started to stir from her slumber laid Y/n.

Y/n opened her eyes, a newfound form of energy bouncing through her warm and ready to go! She felt Spunk stand on her back and soon remove himself from her, he sat down and waited for the human to fully grasp ahold of her surroundings, but before she could even sit up to give a good stretch, she was slammed right back onto the bed—a form landing onto her back, though not harsh to back her break her spine or lose breath in the moment but enough to give her a startle.

“Riiiise and shine sugarbelle!”

Oh, it was Cuphead.

Cuphead wraps an arm around Y/n’s neck and Y/n lets out a grunt and places a hand in his chest. “Get off!” She shouts, Spunk barks and gently lunges forearm and chomps in the air, a hollow; chomp! Emits to the air but the pup didn’t actually bite Cuphead—he seemed to hesitate to do so. Cuphead lets out a howling laugh as Y/n sits up and faces him, Cuphead laid on his side as he looks at her.

“You’ve damn near slept through the morning’ I feared you might’ve been dead, Mugs wouldn’t let me wake you up.” Cuphead announced. Y/n slips off of the bed and stands on the floor and stretches, Cuphead rolled off the bed on the other side and placed his hands on his hip.

“Didn’t get too much sleep last night, Bendy was sick so I stayed up with him until we could go back to sleep.” She announced—speaking of which.

“Where is he?” She adds on and Cuphead was busy picking off something from his button up.

“Left out earlier this mornin’ with the broad. So early the sun wasn’t even in the sky, but hey, what to expect when you’re marryin’ a princess—duties everywhere.” He rounds the bed and walks over to the human and the two turn around towards the door where Mugman was walking in—everyone else must have left out to do—gods know what.

When he spotted Y/n up, his neutral expression immediately soured before turning his optics towards Cuphead. “Cuphead, I told you to let her sleep!” Mugman scoffs and Cuphead shrugs.

“Got bored.”

Mugman took a step forwards but quickly retracted his foot back into its original position, almost like he was ready to pounce onto Cuphead and give him a run for his money. But the thought of tackling his brother to the ground immediately dissipated as quick as it came.

“Well, we have to go into town to visit the tailor shop.” Mugman brings up. Right—there couldn’t be possible the man managed to create the uniforms overnight, maybe they were just going in to check up

“Alright, alright, jeez, already gettin’ to business.” Cuphead grumbled and glanced at Y/n who had moved to her bag to take out her day clothes—which was the outdoor clothes she had been wearing for the last two days—again, it was better than nothing.

Y/n held the sweet tart in her hand and was busy eating away to listen to Ruck—Bendy was still busy—and it was a chance she wouldn’t been seeing him anytime soon, the castle didn’t have much to explore—well, aside from the hall that Modi mention dedicated to Hector but Y/n could find another time to explore that—now was the time for more important matters.

The bench was in a small park—and the more Y/n explained the village it represented something more from a medieval era than anything else—to her, medieval seemed like such a boring concept and place to be—just brown everything, she heard they had poor hygiene and horses, and plagues and other stuff she didn’t find interesting out of the many eras she learned in school. But in fact that wasn’t true at all, the town was very cleansed and seemed a lot brighter than what photos would present the towns in any social studies book, not to mention the pastries were delicious. Y/n didn’t pay any kind to anyone was she devoured the soft dough breakfast pastry, it was similar to a danish of some sorts, with a jam in the middle with powdered sugar on top—she was starving this morning but that quickly was solved when Oswald handed her the pastry to eat—he had got it for her when they all woke up before her and knowing Y/n wouldn’t wake up in time to eat the breakfast danish they had out in town he got her one as well.

She had a cup of water beside her hand on the bench, Meek was sitting in the ground with Spunk between his legs and Don was the only one standing as Ruck sat on the table of the picnic table, his feet on the bench as his elbows rested on his knees.

Cuphead sat across from Y/n as Donald sat next to the human, Panchito was sitting beside Donald as Oswald sat on Y/n’s other side where Felix sat next to Cuphead and Mugman on the other side of the table with Ruck sitting at the end of the table.

“I want you all to keep in mind with your names now out there, you’ll be havin’ a few fellas trying to rough you up, especially knowing you all are under King Modi.” Ruck eyes gazed at the group and Donald sighs before leaning his head on his hand.

“It doesn't get any worse than this.” He grumbled. Yeah, it truly doesn’t, what next, the world ending?

Well..yeah..that..kind of sums up the reason they were out in the offlands to begin with.

Y/n felt Ruck flick her temple and she flinched and immediately placed the half eaten danish down and looked at him. “That means it’ll be a problem for you, we’ll be going to get you your own weapon today.”

That made Y/n perk up in interest, a weapon?

“Do I get a dagger? A knife? Oh—wait—what about a sword—I could use a gun but Panchito told me I couldn’t use it.” She rambled on and Ruck deadpans before shaking his head and sighing.

“None of those, it’s a bow, something that’s easy to carry around and easy for you to use—and safe enough for someone your…” Ruck looks back at Y/n who looked up at him patiently.

“I was going to say something that might’ve pissed you off but I’ll just say, age.” He finished and Cuphead groans.

“I want a weapon too!”

Felix raises an eyebrow and looks at Cuphead. “But, you already have one.“ he reminds and Cuphead gives a blank expression before crossing his arms.

“It ain’t similar to actually holdin’ somethin.” He grumbled.

“A bow and arrow…” Y/n deflated and furrowed her eyebrows.

“You need it, archery is not only good for the body for your physical strength, but it’s also good for your mind—teaches you patience and faith. Something you lack in I reckon.” Ruck had the tendency to dissect and take Y/n apart and point out the imperfections and minor mistakes that she hadn’t even noticed herself.

“Well, I think archery is good, a bow can be a very helpful weapon despite what people may say about it,” Mugman pipes up and Felix nods in agreement.

“I’ll teach you how to use it.” Ruck adds and Meek makes a small noise.

“Trust, you don’t want him to be your teacher in the physical strength department, he’s a pain!” Meek laughs and Don surprisingly nods in agreement but he remains silent.

Ruck only shrugs before looking back at Y/n.

“You can take the offer up or not, walk around and continue running for your life until you run into your gravestone, or take the only cheat sheet you got to get ahead of the game, choice is yours.” Ruck brings to the table.

“Clearly the bow and arrow.” Y/n answered and Ruck nods, pursing his lips before nodding once more.

“So..what are we gonna do about the book? We’re here for the wedding? I doubt they have the other stone piece because we would have found that out by now with as much as Lucy talks,” Oswald gets back on track.

“Make a name for yourselves.” Don answers.

“How does that help us?” Donald asks and squints his eyes.

“You get your name out there, people’ll start running to you like you’re the local cops of the town—more people that know who you are, the quicker your name gets around, the quicker something’ll pop up. This town has a mage a few ways ahead she mostly the towns godmother they go to seek help for a sick kid or somethin’ like that—figured that out when I was walking around last night. It's best to maybe ask someone with greater power about the book—and who has greater knowledge?”

“Witches.” Y/n answered and Don nodded. She was actually still astonished that witches even lived in this world but at this point a lot of possibilities were frequent now. What next, aliens?

“The book clearly stopped leading you guys when Lucy was calling for help—I’m certain it led you guys to her, now it’s up to you to start picking up the rope and start dragging the problem to the solution.” Ruck adds on. Donald grumbled.

“Yeah, took notice of that a long time ago.”

It was certain that Donald probably had some vendetta against the book, with how unorganized it was with leading them somewhere, off and on, off and on, it was a headache.

“Well only a day passed by in the mainlands, we have plenty of time.” Felix smiled—that was good to know—almost 3 days passed in the offlands and if that was actually the case back at home—they were wasting time already. And Y/n did not want to meet the scenario of her mother thinking she was off somewhere dead, that woman would lose it.

“Talk to a witch, make a name for ourselves, help the town, great, got it.” Cuphead snaps his fingers as he rises from the bench.

“Let’s get to work then! I know how’s to be a great samaritan.” He smiled widely and it was evident his ego was growing bigger by the minute, who’s ego was bigger, Cuphead or Bendy’s? Y/n was leaning on the side of Bendy’s, he wouldn’t back down for even the strongest man in the world before putting on the front on how much of a guy he was.

“I doubt that, but okay.” Donald quickly slips in and Cuphead’s eyes flickered to the duck

“Oh, shut it wrist kisser, I heard you mumblin’ last night—“

Cuphead then clasps his hands together and smiled dreamily. “Oh Daisy, oh Daisy, oh my sweet, sweet, Daisy! I miss you so much!” He mocks and Y/n smiles before looking at Donald who had his mouth open in shock.

“Aww, you missing someone at home?” She asks and Donald stammers before looking at her.

“Uh—I—well—yes!”

Oswald slowly smiled from the background. “I’m sure she misses you too.”

“Who is Daisy again?” Panchito tilts his head as he tries to recall the name of Donald’s dearest lover.

“Everyone don’t worry about it! Let’s go walking, everyone needs to stretch their legs anyway, you’re all lazy!” Donald shouts before hopping up from the bench and immediately starting to walk away, the quacks getting quieter as he walks off, Y/n laughs and stands up from the bench as well—grabbing the danish she once was eating.

“Wow, he gets flustered easily.” She heard Cuphead from the background.

“I think this is it.”

Staring up at the wooden sign with a green painting that wrote—Andy’s ‘Blacksmith & Armory’

The hut had a few display of wooden mannequins sitting outside with metal armor that Y/n gently moved over to lay her finger onto it, the heat of the iron armor stung her finger from the sun—and she could only imagine how hot it could get in there—it was practically like a walking oven.

“Wow—these guys gotta walk around in these things?” Mugman asks as he also was examining the displayed armor suit.

“Yeah, good thing we don’t have to wear them.” Y/n heard Donald agree—Felix opened the door to the shop—the sound of a bell rang to announce someone had opened the door.

Walking into the shop after Felix the others trailed in as well. Y/n gazed around the shop—candles lit the area—even though the sunlight from the windows lit up the entire room, the wooden floor creaked under everyone’s feet, Y/n smelt the rich fine smell of gunpowder and burning metal—shaven wood and heard the sound of some workers in the back talking and tending to the duties to create the weapons and armor for the town.

Swords hung on the walls—and it wasn’t until now that Y/n realized what an actual sword looked like—not the ones people would go to cons with to top their costume off—but a real life sword—she could see the gray metal reflecting of the sunlight, some were small—some were large—black handles—pink handles, some had designs engraved on them.

As boring as she thought it was to visit a blacksmith store, she was..actually starting to become intrigued, so used to just jumping right into the action—she was glad to take time out of the day to see some authentic weapons.

She could see other weapons as well in a small glass display case, sharp daggers and some other form of knives and helmets.

“Ah! Welcome my friends!” A loud voice welcomed in a warm tone, looking over there was a stout toon with a bushy mustache, dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail—out of his face. He smiled and his eyes squinted as he did so—rosy cheeks to express his warm smile. A white button up that had stains of coal and charred bits and a thick leather apron around his waist, the man outstretched his arms when he saw everyone enter the store—as if presenting the store and being astonished for who was standing before him. He claps his hands together—his fingernails and fingertips decorated in black and some fingers having bandages around them from the minor cuts he had but nothing too bad to stop him creating what he loved.

He then motions both his hands towards the ground.

“Ahaha! I have been waiting for you all!” His accented voice was strong and attentive before he rounded the counter and slowly walked over to everyone, his eyes locking onto Y/n.

“And—it is Hector’s baby lamb!” He was ridden with glee.

Cuphead had grown distracted with a sword freely out on a display stand on top of a shelf, but Felix without batting the cup an eye grabbed him by the shoulder to stop in motion off walking too far away—everything Cuphead touched turned to hell it seems.

“Young group of adventurers, that’s what I like to see!” He chuckled before placing a hand on his chest.

“My name is Andy Mancini, what is it you all need? Weapons before you all hit the road for the day? Oh I heard about the wedding coming soon—I heard he was with you all—where is the prince—Ah—what am I saying, of course Lucy has him!“ the man spoke frantically.

“She needs a weapon.” Ruck glanced at Y/n and soon Andy looked back at her as well, a smile soon edged on her face before nodding silently and it seemed like Andy just won the lottery as he smiled much wider.

“Ah, yeah, I have been waiting for this day for years!” He shouts before turning around and walking back over to the counter where he kneeled down behind it—the sound of stuff clinking together.

Spunk had his tongue lolled out his mouth before slipping it back in and tilting his head at the noises from behind the counter. Andy soon stood back up and placed down various daggers, knives, and even a sword onto the counter.

“I got all you need, friend!” He picks up a small black square that seemed to represent something like a lighter. He looked over to everyone and placed the back of his hand to the side of his mouth as if telling the most top secret of all time.

“This is personally my favorite.”

He flicks it open and a long fierce ray of fire shoots from it—causing everyone to quickly back away at the fire shooting from the small compact object—a loud; ‘WOOSH’ emits in the air before the lid closes—stopping the fire from shooting.

Y/n and Cuphead immediately dashed over to the counter and started picking around at the displayed weapons. “Whoa!”

“I want this one!”

“Look at this thing! What does it do?!”

“Oh! I wanna do pin the needle with this one!”

Andy chuckled at their frantic speaking and their joy in seeing the many wonders of weapons out there to them.

“And that is exactly why. She’s getting a bow and arrow.” Ruck grumbled and Meek shrugged.

“Ah, come on, just let the kid pick out what she wants, technically any weapon is good exercise for her!” Meek tells Ruck.

“Oh, you can test as many things out as you need!”

Ruck was about to decline but he stopped before a word could exit his mouth before nodding. “You know what, fine. Kid.”

Y/n turned her head to look at Ruck when he called.

“You seek out what’s best for you, pick out what you think you’ll be best at—which I doubt you’ll know anything on how to hold a sword the proper way.” As he spoke Y/n turned her wide grin back over to the counter of weapons waiting for her like a bag of candy.

“Uh oh..” Panchito muttered under his breath.

Y/n held three three daggers in her hand—standing outside in the back of the shop where a few targets were a few feet ahead, Y/n gazed down at the knives with a smile.

“Okay, all you gotta do is hit the target.” Felix says from the sidelines as Y/n nods, Oswald was sitting on the ground as he watched Y/n closely.

Ruck was leaning on the wall almost as if he was going to predict how Y/n would be with these weapons. He just wanted the benefit of the doubt.

Mugman stood beside Cuphead who seemed ready to grab a weapon on the table and surely just start swinging but knowing Mugman sparing him a harsh glance every second—he wouldn’t even be able to lift an arm up before Mugman would be there to tackle him to the ground. Panchito stood beside Donald and Felix as they watched Y/n as well.

“I can throw this just fine—easy peasy—you might as well hand me a blind fold—I got the damn eyes of a cat—“ when Y/n states that she glanced at Felix in hopes he didn’t hear that last part.

“Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash, kid.” Ruck calls out before Y/n lifts her chest before looking at the target and taking a step back and tossing one of the daggers at the target—it spun in the air and the hilt of the dagger ricochets off the leg of the target and bounces back and aims over to Oswald, where it flies and lands between his ears that quickly flinched down when it embedded into the wall of the building.

Oswald quickly stands up and edges away from the knife and Y/n slowly opens her mouth. “Sorry Oswald!” She quickly apologized.

Over the course of 20 some odd minutes—testing out the weapons was..an adventure—tossing at the targets was a sight to see as Y/n couldn’t even make a single bullseye with the daggers—one had a mind of its own it seemed and almost hit Donald in the foot…3 times—but that was because of his luck—it had to be. Maybe.

There were these little cool smoke bombs that looked like the firework poppers people would give their kids on the 4th of July. When she tossed them to the ground it was a smoke bomb—-and the word ‘bomb’ in that title wasn’t used for no reason.

Staring at the 2 gray balls that seemed to be wrapped in a paper-like wrapping—Y/n felt everyone—minus—Ruck, Meek and Don and Andy—who went inside to tend to a customer—hovering behind her.

“What does it do?” Mugman asks.

And Y/n shrugs. “I dunno. Let’s see.”

Felix's ears perked up before he looked at Y/n.

“Be—“

Boom!

Y/n, Cuphead, Mugman, Donald, Oswald, Felix and Panchito had the dark ash covering their faces—a cloud of gray smoke overtaking them all, slowly opening her eyes, and letting out a cough from the dusty air she could see Felix waving a hand in front of his face to move the smoke away. A few coughs emit from the others as well.

“Careful..” Felix finishes as he looks at Y/n who gives him a timid smile.

The next, Y/n tried to lift up the sword—which didn’t appear to be heavy when looking at it—but once she grabbed ahold of it to pick it up from the ground when Andy placed it down for her. Y/n couldn’t even get it fully off of the ground, her arms shaking as she heaved it up—how the hell did guards carry these without a hitch?!

“Who’s the target?” Meek asks when he looks away from Y/n lifting up the sword. Mugman immediately takes a step back and looks at Cuphead who crossed his arms. “Ay, I was already the bait for the spider cave incident!” He shouts

Felix looks at Panchito who—for once actually has a nervous smile.

“Estoy muy enfermo hoy, tal vez la próxima vez.” He quickly says, placing his hands behind his back before looking over at Donald who crossed his arms. “No.” Was his flat out answer.

And Felix looks at Oswald, who gives him a sideways glance before looking his eyes flickered back over to Y/n who was also looking at him—and then back to Felix who was still looking at him.

Oswald slowly sighs.

“The things I do for you guys…” he muttered before walking over to stand before Y/n in the grass.

Placing the helmet on that Felix handed him, Oswald folded his ears down his back considering they didn’t have holes for his ears, Y/n lifted the sword up and points it at Oswald.

“Do I just swing it?” She asks and Ruck was silent for a moment before replying.

“Yes. But don’t let go of the—“

Y/n swung the sword and her hand slipped and the sword flew in the air—the weight of it dragged Y/n and she fell straight towards Oswald, the two falling onto the ground as the sword came back down and embedded itself into the ground, right stern Oswald’s legs.

“Sorry!”

From weapon after weapon, from knives to swords to even a weird chainsaw—it was like none of them worked if she wanted someone’s head torn off their shoulders or foot amputated or exploded off.

Staring down at the bow on the table—she felt like she was looking at her arch nemesis, the weapon she had been trying to avoid the entire time—glaring down at the bow like he personally just said the most foul things to her.

Who the hell was a fierce hero walking around with a bow and arrow for crying out loud!

It was small—big enough for her to hold—but to her it felt like a bite size version of an original bow and arrow, three arrows laid beside it—the blue feather seemed authentic and Y/n blinked before opening her eyes and her unamused gaze landed on Ruck who looked at her from across the table with his arms crossed.

“Pick it up.” He tells her in which she picks up the bow, gazing down at the wooden structure, there wasn’t really much to look at on it.

“It’s made of fine authentic sinew, straight from an elk's leg, so that string is strong and sturdy and has the bounce back of an eagle's eyes.” Andy explained what was used for the bow as Y/n gazed down at it.

“What’s sinew?” Cuphead asks and raises an eyebrow.

“It’s a tendon.” Felix answered.

Ruck walked past Y/n and over to the spot where the target was a few feet away. “This weapon here will be like your new best friend, you just don’t know it yet, you give it time to understand how to use it, and you’ll be attached to it.” Ruck tells her as Y/n grabbed the arrows and followed the man.

“This weapon is going to exercise your brain to have—“ as he spoke Y/n lifted the arrow up to the string, placing the other two down beforehand, but Ruck flicked her wrist and she hisses before stopping in action.

“Patience.” He furrowed his eyebrows and gently jabs two fingers to her temple.

“And to think with that empty head of yours.” He shook his head and sighs through his nose.

“I don’t know how to aim a knife at a target—I don’t think a bow and arrow would be any different. Especially if I’m going to use this thing to hit someone with.” Y/n tells him

“That’s why you practice, now, face sideways.”

Y/n faced her back towards Ruck, walked around and stood in front of her, his foot nudged her right leg to shift to the side more to straighten her posture.

“Make sure your legs are straight with your shoulders.”

Fixing her footing, Ruck nods

“Alright, lift the bow up.”

Lifting the bow up along with the arrow, Y/n looks at Ruck—waiting for the next set of instructions.

“Now—you don’t have any aim assist, so you’ll be using your finger.”

Y/n held the bow with her left hand, glancing back at Ruck in confusion he continued to speak.

“You’ll be using your pointer finger.”

She looked back ahead and gazed at the bow—flicking her pointer finger out as she kept a grasp on the bow, her finger became the aim assist—pointing out at the target.

“Load the arrow.”

Placing the nock of the arrow onto the bowstring with her free hand that was holding the arrow, she felt Ruck place a hand on the nock of the arrow and moved it down where a small metal notch of what looked to be sat—she hardly even noticed that.

“Not there. You load it here or else you’ll send the arrow just flying anywhere.“

Fixing the arrow she held onto it with the tips of her fingers and Ruck shook his head.

“Between your index and middle finger.” He corrects, and Y/n corrects her hold on the arrow, catching the nock of the arrow between her index and middle finger—it was odd to hold it like that as it felt like it would fall from her fingers but she kept a good grip on it.

Ruck placed a hand under Y/n’s elbow—the arm that was holding the bow and gently moved it up, his other hand moved her elbow up that was holding the arrow up as well.

“Make sure the arm with the arrow is above your collarbone. You need to make sure your body has a T shape or else you’ll be embarrassing yourself with a shit pose.” As he spoke Y/n unconsciously yet inadvertently lowered her arm holding the bow to listen to him speak—Ruck smacks her elbow in which she quickly was sent back to the form she once held.

“Stop sagging, puff out your chest.”

Puffing out her chest, Y/n takes a deep breath and Ruck nods.

“Shoot.”

Pulling the arrow back, she heard the creak and groan she thought it would snap, she didn’t know how far to pull back as Ruck didn’t seem to stop her as he took a step back. He watched as the girl stood there for what felt like ages—almost like she was waiting for Ruck to tell her something.

Y/n felt her heart shake and a thought appeared in her head…she..was afraid to shoot—never shooting an arrow before she felt okay with tossing the knives and the swords but that was the fun in it. Standing with a weapon she never touched in her life was..nerve wracking.

Ruck expected her to turn back to her group of friends for help as she was used to doing, but he saw as she softened the grip on the arrow and lowered the bow and arrow to the ground before her gaze landed on..him.

“I need help.” She tells him. Ruck was silent for a moment as a glint of confusion flickered in his eyes.

“I need help shooting.”

Ruck stared at Y/n for a moment and she expected him to just brush it off and tell her to do it on her own but he walked over and motioned for her to make a stance again.

Quickly fixing her posture, correctly—or well half correctly as the arm holding the arrow was down far too low but before Ruck could say anything about it and fix it—Y/n fixed it herself and pulled back on the arrow. Ruck stood behind her and placed a hand on her wrist that held the nock of the arrow, helping her pull it back more.

“The further you pull, the farther it goes.” He told her. And Y/n silently nods as she felt him guide her hand back—far enough to where the string couldn’t give anymore, pushing Y/n’s arm over, her pointer finger seemed to go over the target she was looking to aim at.

“You aim over it..”

Y/n fixes her aim and Ruck nods. “Now shoot.”

Releasing the arrow when he said so, the arrow shot away from the bow so fast—a whistling rip in the air and soon the arrow embedded into the ground, near the leg of the target stand.

“You’re too tense—you won’t ever hit anything if you don’t relax.”

“I thought I had to straighten my shoulders.”

“Yes, straighten, not lock it like some statue. Try again.”

Y/n reached to the ground and grabbed the 2nd arrow, fixing her posture, Y/n pulled the arrow back—Ruck stood beside her as he wasn’t there to guide her anymore or fix her posture as she thought he would—when she noticed she glanced at him and he looks away from the target and over to her before lifting his eyebrows at gently jutting his head in the area where the target was as if telling her; ‘go on’

Y/n flattened her lips before looking back at the target. Releasing the arrow, the string slings back in its original position—but hits her forearm in the process. Y/n flinches at the sting pain—dragging the bow as if he burnt the palm of her hands skin off—the bow fell to the ground and the arrow she shot hit the ground a few feet behind the arrow she shot before.

Quickly looking down at her forearm she saw a long thin line askew on her arm—a lump starting to form in a welt and bruise—the skin darkening at the abrupt smack across the arm from the string. Y/n hissed in pain and she felt Ruck nudged the side of her hand.

“Pick it up, your arm was too close when you launched it needs to be at a 45 degree angle.” He says and Y/n rubbed at her arm the stinging pain grew worse.

“My arm—“ Y/n muttered but was cut off by Ruck. “Pick it up.” He repeats. Y/n looks at Ruck and her hands slowly fall from her forearm, before bending down to grab the bow and the last arrow. Repeating the same position, and puffing out her chest she pulled the arrow back and made sure her arm was out of the way of the string when it would bounce back. She stared at the target and her finger pointed at the target.

“I don’t know where to put my arm.” She tells him as she stared at the target.

“Just shoot and you’ll learn where to put it.” Ruck’s voice tells her—she didn’t want the damn string to hit her arm again; she felt like a hot iron rod had been pressed to her skin when she made the mistake.

Her heart thumped in her chest anxiously and her fingers felt cold as ice cubes—fumbling on her feet she pulled the arrow back once more she released, the same scenario happened, the string bounced back and hit her arm—she flinched but this time didn’t drop the bow.

“Try it again.”

Countless times, Y/n walked across the yard to retrieve the bow, and stand right back next to Ruck—repeating the position—shooting the arrow—but each time it didn’t make it anywhere near the target, thankfully the string hadn’t hit her arm as she loosened her grip on the bow—but that didn’t make a difference in her aiming.

The 18th time she tried shooting was when she started to lose patience—she got tired of standing there, the minutes went by so slow it felt like hours—hearing Ruck just repeat; ‘Try again.’

Was starting to make Y/n lose her mind, Releasing the arrow quickly, it shot across the yard and lands in the soul—entirely too far away from the target—when Y/n was about to lower her arms to grab the 2nd bow without Ruck saying something, Ruck grabbed her wrist and pulled it which stopped her in motion.

“Slow the hell down, you’re moving too quickly, you’re not giving yourself time to think.” He scolds—a sneer edged onto his face and Y/n snagged her wrist from his hand.

“I keep doing the same thing over again—But it’s landing damn near in the same spot—“ she points over to the arrow in the grass—it was clear she had grown irritated—the itching familiar feeling was showing across her face and body language.

“Calm yourself down.” Ruck tells her as he watches the girl grab the arrow off the ground to aim it to the target.

“You can’t focus if you don’t have patience with yourself—“

“I got patience, plenty of it actually.” Y/n grumbled but was too focused on aiming at the target so her words came out in a distracted manner. Releasing the arrow it shoots off and lands into the soil yet again. Y/n hands fell to her side and she lifted a hand up to run at her temple as she stared off at the target.

“Listen, kid. Let me tell you something.” Ruck starts. Finally getting the attention of Y/n as faced the target instead of standing sideways, Ruck stood beside her as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

“You don’t have to like me—or pretend you do. But considering the fact you’re in the shoes of a hero—you need to act like it.” His voice grew low so only the two of them could hear. The two stared out at the target not caring to look at eachother.

“Only reason why I’m helping you, was because of how much Hector wanted to see you.”

“I thought you didn’t want the help to begin with.” Y/n muttered.

“I didn’t, and still don’t because you got the brain of a centipede. You just need to learn and I strongly believe you’ll be able to do it.” He then turns gaze to Y/n and she looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“But you won’t be able to learn if you don’t listen and take the initiative to step a foot through the door you locked for yourself. I can just leave—and let you figure it out for yourself—I know the boys’ll be just fine. But you, it’s a question that’s up in the air.”

Y/n looked away and fiddled with the bow in her hand and the man could tell he sent her in a debate in her head—she had to be thinking about something, she always was.

Y/n glanced at Ruck from the corner of her eyes and nodded.

“I’ll take the bow and learn.” She whispered.

Ruck's head leaned down when she spoke to him to hear what she said as she spoke lowly—but when he heard her answer he slowly straightened his posture and nodded.

“And what..are you going to get better at?” He asks in the same tone and Y/n looks ahead for a moment and blink.

“Being patient and learn to do hard things.” She answered and Rucks nods as Y/n straightens her posture like before, lifting the last arrow to the string—her two fingers gripping onto the nock and pulling back, she points her index finger out and stares at the target before releasing the arrow—the same as before, he embeds into the ground and her arms slowly lowered to her side.

“And that’s only the beginning. So don’t get upset because you can’t make it the first time.” Ruck voice comes to her ears, Y/n looks at Ruck—the feeling of dissatisfaction and disappointment overwhelmed her before sighing.

“That’s a wonderful start!” Andy’s voice shouts from over near the table where everyone stood as well.

Ruck had said something but Y/n wasn’t paying no kind as she held the bow in her hand and sulked behind him—eyebrows stitched together as Andy led everyone back into the shop—excited to get Y/n her personalized bow.

Y/n felt a hand on her head—Felix gently leaned down and bumped his forehead to her temple. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you did good.” He tells her before pulling away and gently leading her into the shop.

“You know—when I was small and was learning to use my peashooter—I wasn’t the best at it.” Mugman pipes up and Cuphead chuckles.

“Yeah you sucked at it.” Cuphead pokes fun at Mugman—who deflated and gives his brother a sideways glance.

“Ha-ha. Funny.”

“Just a bit more time—and you will be the best leyenda del arco empuñando of all of the lands!” Panchito shook Y/n’s shoulders with a bright smile and a soft laugh emitted from her nose.

“Sides’ you get to have a bow—wish I could have one—woulda been cool to shoot an apple above Mugs’s head.” Cuphead announced with his arms crossed and Mugman squints his eyes.

“And that right there. Is exactly why you don’t have one.” Donald proved.

Placing the bow into the table, Y/n stared down at the brown wooden piece of art—the same size as the one she held in the back of the shop—the the string was white—there was a stealth backpack to hold the arrows—the feathers on them were white and black, with one yellow feather —and came 2 dozens—filling the black leathered quiver with 24 arrows—a pocket with a latch was also on the quiver to hold any small objects.

“Here it is, your very own set.” Andy smiled as he pushed the set to the human. Y/n takes the quiver and slips it on over her shoulder—fitting it like a satchel would. The arrows were actually light, a big difference than the heavy book bag she wore and carried around for several days. Picking up the bow, Y/n examined it before nodding, Andy smiled and clapped his hands.

“Great! Now—the town is having this contest the day of the wedding. It started 2 weeks ago, I think you would find use to it.” Andy starts as he turns around and the sound of paper rustling was heard. He turns back around to show a pamphlet of some sort.

An image of black outlined figures standing in front of each other as if they were fighting. In black words above it read; ‘Warrior Falls’

“This would be the perfect time for you to claim your spot as Hector’s blood. Some people in town may not tremble in fear now—but when they see a Vendolez in action, the surprisement ridden on their faces’ll be better than a 1 thousand stars in the skies!” Andy lets out a laugh.

“Ah..that is..actually a great idea.” Panchito says before looking at Y/n who was still looking at the paper.

“Training has already started I’m afraid. But I’m certain you will do just fine, it’s not about winning to me—but for the town to see a true hero is back. Is all that matters.” Andy folds the paper backup and Y/n slowly nods.

“Well..he did say make a name for ourselves.” Oswald says.

“I’ll think about it. We sorta have a busy schedule.” Y/n tells Andy who nods with a smile.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, now, you kids enjoy the weather, it’s nice out! Via!”

“Man if I knew we had so many objectives—I woulda stayed in the rooms.” Cuphead grumbled and Donald smacked the back his head—in which Cuphead grunts and rubbed the back of his head but Donald didn’t say anything—he must have just wanted to hit Cuphead.

“Well—I say we have plenty of time—3 days passed here and 1 day passed in the offlands. Wedding is in 2 days—we got time.” Oswald pipes up as they all walk down the town—a few passerbys waving hello to them all.

“I can’t even shoot an arrow the right way, there’s no way I’m entering a competition to do god knows what.” Y/n muttered—the bow had a thin black strap to wrap around her chest so she wouldn’t have to carry it everywhere—she thought in movies they had the string around their chest—but was very much proven wrong when Felix pointed out the strap.

Cuphead soon appeared next to Y/n and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to it. “If it makes you feel better sugarbelle—we can just raid the place together, you and me—that’s the best way to get your name out there as a serious Vendolez—think about it, no one would bat an eye your way!”

Mugman furrowed his eyebrows and tugged Cuphead away from Y/n by his handle. “What are you nuts?! Ya’ can’t just go stormin’ in the place and threaten your way to the top!” Mugman scolds and Cuphead rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Just a suggestion.” Cuphead muttered.

“Just give it a chance—you got all of us to help you.” Oswald tells Y/n and Donald nods.

“Yeah…besides the fact we ourselves don’t know anything about archery or any other fighting techniques besides a good ol’ run.” Donald states and the more he talks, Oswald slowly turns his head to Donald as if saying; ‘shut the hell up I’m tryna make her change her mind!’

Panchito seemed to be way ahead of him as he clamped his hand on Donald’s beak and smiled at Y/n.

“Mi querida, it is something that may seem hard now, but perhaps you will find fun in it! People out here in the offlands see Vendolez as a hero—you returning as his offspring will certainly have everyone in hopes!” Panchito states before removing his hand from Donald’s beak. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and stopped walking before turning around to face the boys. Ruck, Meek and Don were a few feet behind everyone still catching up and off in their own world.

“What does that matter? They don’t even know that sometime soon the entire world is going to end. Hector went to Ruby Falls—but didn’t make it out—I can’t even tie a knot—and you expect me to high tail it to the nearest dangerous road and know what I’m doing?” Her voice wasn’t stern—moreso speaking as if it was the most outlandish thing of all time.

“We’re only here for the wedding to get information from King Modi.”

Oswald quickly nudges Felix to step in as he was the one that was best at persuading—clearly as it was shown with his earlier talks with Bendy.

“And if you enter the Warrior Falls contest and prove that you are truly and Vendolez, Modi would certainly open up more—frankly I believe if Lucy was so attracted to Bendy, Modi wouldn’t really look out way—you may be his blood but—are you capable of upholding a title he once had?”

Y/n glued her mouth shut as her eyes were glued on Felix. She slowly placed her hands on her hips and soon sighed through her nose.

“Or I mean. We could try to have Bendy get some information out of Modi instead of us, but he’s already been stressing with Lucy and I doubt he can take another objective on his shoulder before exploding.” Felix adds. Y/n’s eyebrows slowly lowered and the thought of Bendy shouting in frustration with everyone standing in front of him with nervous smiles after spending an entire day with Lucy and people he wouldn’t honestly stand to be around entered her mind—he would be like a mother shouting in frustration after her kids bothered her about getting some fast food with the last bit of money she has.

What Ruck told her earlier to start taking initiative was like a promise, to herself.

“And what..are you going to get better at?”

“Being patient and learn to do hard things.”

Y/n grimaced before nodding. “Fine.”

Y/n placed a hand on the counter as she gazed at the man. “I would like to sign up please.”

The man grabs the clipboard to the side on the counter and slides it over to Y/n—her eyes landing on the many names on the sheet signed up. Grabbing the pen she signed her name down—which was the second of the last open slots—thank goodness she hightailed it to the signing booth.

“So. When is the—uh. Contest?” Y/n asks the man behind the counter.

“It’ll be the day of the wedding. It’s a fight for the position for the town title.” The man explained. Y/n gently taps at the counter and she sighs through her nose before nodding.

“Alright, when is the wedding?” She asks blindly, with every single objective being tossed onto her plate—the date of the wedding slipped her mind.

“5 days from now.“

Y/n stared at the man before she turned and faced Felix who was standing behind her listening to the conversation. She could have sworn it was 2 days ago.

“You got plenty of time. Names on the list, you already have a title as if as a Vendolez, all you gotta do is do a few training—which I’m certain most of the contestants are kids that are way over their heads and can’t properly hold a stick the correct way—I think you got a fine win here.” Felix pats Y/n’s shoulders and Mugman nods.

“Yeah! Plus, it’ll be fun! Oh! What if there’s a water balloon contest!” He sighs dreamily at the fact that a water balloon throwing contest would be possible.

“Yeah, you don’t have to win…” When Oswald said that he gave Y/n a strained smile and rocked back and forth on his feet.

“Which you should, but that’s just me.” He shrugs and lets out a strained laugh.

“We have plenty of time to get you ready. I’ll take you down by the lake to help you with your archery skills, and Ruck can take you here for the contest training hours for the next few days.”

“But I thought Bendy said it was in 2 days.” Donald pipes up exactly what Y/n was wondering and she nodded in agreement. “I did too.”

“Must have gotten the dates wrong, guy has been stressing ever since we got here.” Oswald answered which—could be true. That did remind her.

“Yeah, he was sick last night, that’s why I was sleeping on the balcony, we both slept out there last night because—I dunno, I think he has the flu.” She says and looks at Felix as he was the one that seemed at the least knowledgeable about what medicine to take—he did help her with her small apple incident after all. Felix raises an eyebrow in confusion and purses his lips before nodding.

“I see..but..he was just fine yesterday.”

“Well he was fine when he woke up this morning—alright enough about that—can we please do somethin’ fun?!” Cuphead cuts to the chase and snaps at his fingers.

Ruck, Meek and Don had agreed to Felix’s idea—for the next few days Felix would help Y/n with her bowing skills in a manner where he felt would fit Y/n’s pace—not that he was judging Ruck’s way of teaching—but a tad bit less aggravating to the human would do her right—and when the contest had its training hours open in town Ruck could take her. And the training hours were listed as early as 6 in the morning..they did have one at 4 in the afternoon but Ruck didn’t care for that, stating the others would already be up at that time and would want to get other work done at that hour instead of watching Y/n train—which Y/n was glad for one thing about having her training hours with Ruck so early in the morning considering the others wouldn’t be there to experience Ruck rip her a new one because she miss a target for the 100th time.

Ruck, Meek and Don decided to go back to the castle mostly because the others were in charge of their own adventure—making sure to tell Y/n to stay out of trouble—which—let’s be honest, would she truly?

Felix would help her later today with archery—but now with Cuphead whining about all the hard work they had been doing when the day just started—a break was in session.

“I’d say we go tombstonin!” Cuphead says as the group walked down the path of the town—Panchito immediately smiles and nods. “Oh yes! I love that activity.” He exclaimed and Cuphead smiled at Panchito and nudged the rooster's shoulders.

“Good thing for me and specifically not listenin’ to Felix last night when he said don’t wander off, I found a trail—it’ll make great do for Y/n and her shootin’ as well!” Cuphead pipes up and looks at Felix who gave him an unamused expression.

“Should I be surprised..” Felix says nonchalantly. And Cuphead chuckled lowly. “No.”

“What’s tombstoning?” Y/n asks—didn’t sound like anything good in her opinion—Especially if it was coming Cuphead—as fun of a guy he was, he had the tendency to do some things that could kill not only him—but her as well.

“Cliff jumping.” Mugman muttered as he continued facing ahead as he walked almost like he knew Y/n would ask that question.

“It’s swimming first of all.” Cuphead corrects Mugman before looking at Y/n. “It’s just swimming.” He repeats.

“Well—I think a good swim is not a bad idea, I can’t remember the last time doing that besides almost getting my head torn off at that underwater cave.” Oswald agrees. Oh yeah—that, how could she forget. Y/n already knew immediately she wasn’t tossing herself off a cliff—the pinnacle of that saying was raw.

“Oh don’t tell me you ain’t gonna come cliff jumping with us.” Cuphead eases in and Y/n nods.

“Damn correct. I’ll sit and watch.”

“So, you’re telling me if your friends jumped off a cliff, you wouldn’t do it too?” Cuphead asks and Y/n turns her gaze and stared at him—as well as everyone else.

“Was that a joke? Or was he being serious?” Donald asks and Mugman slowly shakes his head—whatever that may have meant.

“We don’t have any swimsuits.” Y/n says and Cuphead snorts and his shoulders bobbed as he did so and his eyes danced around as if saying; ‘Heh, this guy.’

“Who the hell needs swimsuits? Shorts and a shirt is all me and Mugs used to jump in back in Inkwell. And I know you have shorts on right now.”

Y/n grimaced and a short laugh left her mouth as she shoved Cuphead away from her as he moved near her. “Ew, you watch me change?”

“I don’t know about you all—but I agree, it’s nice to have a good swim.” Donald says—he was a duck—of course he would think any day was a good swim.

Making it to the ultra secret area that Cuphead had found—which was a path across the bridge from the entrance of the town that led a few ways away—the trail was quiet and relaxing and there was an opening with nothing but the blue sky and far away mountains of green. The sound of birds chirping squawked in the sky. Spunk topped over a stick and rolled on the ground before quickly shooting back up.

The area was spacious with green grass that danced in the wind and even a few white small flowers that decorated the ground.

The heat was—well hot and no wonder Cuphead brought up the idea of a good swim. Felix walked over to the edge of the cliff and gazed down at it—seeing the rocks on the cliff's wall were big enough to climb back up safely and no rigid rocks in the water to cause any harm. Y/n edged over to the cliff cautiously—never being even remotely near a cliff—she felt the wind hit her face as she gazed down. Hundreds of feet up and the water waiting with open arms.

“Oh this is a perfect height too.” Donald nods and Cuphead lets out a calculated laugh.

“You bet your tail it is.” Cuphead started to unbutton his shirt and quickly took it off and tossed the shirt to the side before unbuttoning his pants.

“You guys are actually going to jump in that?” Y/n asks. Of course they made it here but she..thought they were bluffing.

“Duh.” Donald laughs as he kneels to the ground and gazes in further down.

“Look! A vine!” Panchito shouts as he scampers over to a tree that was a few feet from the cliff. It wasn’t stuck between the two branches—as if it were purposely looped there—Panchito pulled it down—a few leaves falling in process and he gave it a great strong pull—the branch creaking as he did so.

When Y/n turned back around she saw her group of friends seemed ready to go swimming. Shedding their shirts and wearing shorts underneath—they looked like a group ready for a walk down the beach.

Even Mugman surprisingly seemed ready—which she didn’t know why she was surprised as it was already mentioned he and Cuphead went tombstoning before.

“Is the water deep enough?” Oswald asks and looks at Felix who had folded his shirt and placed it neatly near a tree.

“I believe so—“

“I will check and no one can stop me!” Panchito ran by so quickly with the vine in his grasp—leaping off the cliff as he held onto the vine and swung into the air before letting go and freefalling—he let out an echoing grito that echoed in the sky.

Y/n opened her mouth in shock as she and the others quickly moved to the edge of the cliff—Panchito pops his head up from the water and lets out a loud laugh.

“¡Qué divertido fue! Únete a mi!” He shouts and Donald’s tail feather wags.

“Catch you guys back up here!” He shouts before hopping off the cliff—Y/n had to admit it looked fun—but the anxiety started to drip in her soul—that was an extremely far jump—way too high.

Oswald followed with a laugh and soon Felix followed after—Mugman shuffled on his foot as he stared down.

“You always do this.” Cuphead rolls his eyes at his brother who had tossed the shirt to the side he had been holding and using as a stress ball.

“Shut up! I always get last second jitters!” Mugman shouts at Cuphead harshly but Cuphead wasn’t phased at the shouting.

“You know that…” Mugman’s timid voice abruptly shivered. Cuphead looks at his hands as if he were looking at his nails.

“I got a remedy for that.” Cuphead says and Mugman looks at Cuphead—who then punches his brothers back sending Mugman flying off the cliff with a shout.

“Cuphead!” Y/n shouts. Cuphead only laughs before outstretching his arms to Y/n.

“What? C’mon! Let’s go for a dive.” Cuphead motioned off the cliff and Y/n hastily shook her head.

“Nah, I’m not jumping off of that. I’m used to pools—“

“Well. We aren’t near any pools now are we? C’mon, it ain’t that bad—might look nasty but it’s a real good treat when you get into the groove.” Cuphead shakes his shoulders and gives her a boyish smile. Y/n takes a step back and shakes her head stubbornly.

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“Just once!”

“No.”

“Just dip just one toe in the water!”

“No.”

“Even for the most handsome guy ever that’s standin’ right infront of you!”

“No.”

Cuphead laughs and waves a finger. “Stubborn—I like that inna girl.” He chuckled slyly and Y/n cracked a smile before shaking her head.

“I’ll sit and wait for you guys to be done.” She tells and walks over to a log before sitting down and Cuphead silently watches her before smiling.

“Yeah…no!”

Y/n rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I don’t want to jump off a cliff, Cuphead.”

“Jeez, you must have lived under a rock back at home, you barely swim and you don’t go tombstoning?” His statement seemed far more shocking than genuine.

“Yeah. And I enjoyed it.” She didn’t.

“Look, I gotcha—you fall—“ he motions to her.

“I fall.” He points to himself.

“You break somethin—“ he motions back to her.

“I break somethin’ easy peasy, maybe I can get a kiss towards the end—and we go runnin’ in the sunset together—“ he was definitely getting off track and Y/n couldn’t help but smile as Cuphead neared her with a smile.

“I’ll toss myself a hunnid’ times off that cliff just to show you how safe it is.” Cuphead seemed to be joking but his words were far more serious than what his expression was giving him.

Y/n stared at Cuphead for a moment and took a step back.

“Don’t believe me? Watch!” He shoots off and Y/n quickly starts to speak.

“You don’t have to do that!” She shouts after Cuphead but he had already hopped off the cliff, a howl of laughter leaving and echoing in his wake.

After a 6 minutes or so—with Y/n remaining seated—A hand grasps onto the ground from the ledge and Cuphead heaves himself up—with a heavy huff—it was certain he was running up the rocky steps to make it back up in a timely manner. Huffing and puffing heavily—he was out of breath as he stood at the ledge—water dripping from his form as he presented himself with outstretched arms. His straw was facing forward instead of pointing backwards like it always was, before he quickly fixed it and smiled at Y/n.

“And again!” He shouts and before Y/n could say anything she watched as he jumped off the cliff once more.

And he was the same as before, crawling onto the ledge and standing there as he gazed at Y/n for the second time. “I can do this all day, sugarbelle.” And Cuphead hops off the cliff again.

And again.

And again!

And again!!

And again!!!

And again!!

And again!!! Jesus how many times?!

It wasn’t until his 20th jump—did Y/n stand at the ledge as he stood up and stood before her—seeing her standing up caused a smile to run across his face.

His bare chest heaving up and down heavily—he was out of break and tired she could tell but he didn’t move to take a seat or catch a breath.

“Cuphead. Okay, geez. Take a breather before you pass up while climbing back up here.” Y/n grabbed him by his shoulders and shoved him further onto the land over to the log where he walked backwards as his eyes were focused on her.

“So. You’ll jump?” He asks. As he sat down on the log. The water soaking the wood beneath him. Y/n knew if she didn’t—he would just continue the strenuous action with climbing up the cliff to jump back up. None of the others came back up yet as they were busy playing around in the water to do so. She could hear their voices and laughs from above. Y/n stood in front of Cuphead and crossed her arms, her eyebrows stitching together as she glanced at the cliff.

“It ain’t that bad, really.” He says. Y/n looked back at him before sitting next to him on the log—he was still breathing heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. Y/n thought to herself silently—maybe..it wouldn’t be too bad.

She glanced at Cuphead and near his chest where earlier she noticed a thin long crack traveling from his neck down to his navel. She hardly noticed it until she took a chance to glance at it.

“How’d you get that?” Y/n asks. Cuphead was already looking at her before he looked down at his stomach. “Oh that?” He asks

“Sparrin’ with the Devil—was bleedin’ like a stuck pig when I first got it.” He recalls before he ran an index finger down the crack before placing his hand on his lap.

“That must have been scary fighting him.” She muttered and Cuphead was silent for a moment before silently nodding and looking back at her.

“It was. Ain’t nothing I can handle though. So..” his eyes flickered over to the cliff.

“You coming or not?”

Y/n stared at him and he stared back and soon she stood up from the log. “Yeah.”

She places the quiver and the bow near the log and Cuphead shoots up from the log and silently jumps in victory.

Y/n unbuttoned her shirt and placed it where the bow, wearing a tank top underneath she then sheds her pants as well where she was wearing shorts as well, kicking off her socks and shoes she stretches her arms and turns to place her shoes on the log and looks at Cuphead who was already looking at her.

“Stop watching dammit!”

“Come on!” Cuphead scurried over to the cliff and Y/n followed after him, the blades of grass tickling her feet and she looks down to see the others swimming around with eachother and splashing water and exploring the deep waters.

“You know how to dive, right?”

“Yeah.” Y/n asks and Cuphead nods before locking his arm with Y/n.

“Alright, we’ll go on three.” He says and Y/n nods but unconsciously takes a step back but Cuphead tightens his arm around hers.

“Hey! No backing out now, your cards are already on the table.” He tells her.

“Okay! Damn, on three.” Y/n started to get anxious and Cuphead nods in confirmation.

“Yeah, three.”

“Okay. Three. Right. One-“

“Twothree!”

Cuphead spoke so fast and jumped off the cliff with Y/n plummeting after him, the ground left her feet and she let out a shriek, her stomach felt like it was floating like riding a roller coaster with the deepest drops.

Landing in the water—cold everywhere. Y/n opened her eyes and saw Cuphead floating in front of her. The two swim back up to the surface and Y/n shakes the water from her face like a dog shaking water from its fur.

Cuphead comes up and laughs.

“Ain’t that fun?!” He shakes her shoulder and a bright smile was planted on Y/n’s face.

“Yeah..”

“Oh. So miss jitter foot finally came down.” Donald’s voice pipes up near Y/n. She turns her gaze and looks at him before smiling.

“Cuphead helped me.”

Cuphead flexes his arms and a triumphant smile enters his face rather cockily.

“I race to the top! Who’s up first buys me a slice of cake today!” Panchito hastily pedals over to the shore.

Over the next 2 hours the group spent their time swimming—Y/n never went tombstoning before but she felt like a kid again at a water park with a group of friends on a hot summer evening.

Oswald splashed the water in her face as she tried to lick his feet underwater whereas she laughed and shook her head free of the water.

Panchito had taught her a cool water trick—he had water in his mouth and somehow made it spray from his nose—which caused her to stare at him in surprise.

“Try.” He says. Y/n leans her head into the water, taking the salt water in her mouth and lifting her head up to look at him but was met with a large amount of water being tossed at her face from Oswald, again.

“Stop splashing me!”

At one point, Y/n had managed to crawl back up the cliffs wall with the others—it wasn’t a staircase as she thought but surprisingly it wasn’t difficult to climb as it reminded her of those rock climbing walls in elementary school—minus the height—good thing was the rocks were big enough for her to safely stand on.

Swinging from the vine and diving into the water was a lot more fun than it seemed. She was about to swing off into the water until Cuphead latched onto her leg at the last minute causing the two to fall with a flip that she hadn’t even tried to do.

But god was it fun.

There was a section of shallow water a few feet away in the sea of water—and Felix pointed it out as everyone spent a good 40 minutes over there practically snorkeling at looking at all the creatures the water had to offer. With a small class session with Felix and him telling them facts about why some fish could glow in the dark because they were deep underwater sea creatures. Who woulda knew?

Y/n had placed her hand on the coral at the bottom of the bed of the water, and took a seashell from it before swimming back over to the top of the water and looking at the shell, she heard voices call out her name and looked over to see her friends meters away further in the water. Donald waved her over and Y/n gave them a confused expression.

“C’mon! There’s more over here!” Donald shouts over and Y/n releases the shell where it falls back into the water and swims over—but the further she swam the higher the water got—-she felt the water reached ears and soon she stopped swimming and shoved her face in the water and saw nothing under her feet with water. She quickly sticks her head up and looks at the others who were feets away and she slowly floats backwards back to the land she didn’t even know disappeared under her feet.

“That’s too deep!”

Donald swam over to Y/n and she looked at him.

“Fine, you cry baby. Hang on.” And tells her and turns his back towards Y/n, she smiles and places a hand on his shoulders and floats her legs to the top of the water where Donald did all the work to swim back over to everyone. Donald actually swam a lot faster than anyone else—that had to be because of his webbed feet.

Exploring the waters was fun—the fishes were beautiful and followed Y/n as she swam around the area searching for different sea creatures.

Back up on the cliff—Panchito had shoved Oswald off the cliff when he saw the rabbit standing near it distracted by the birds in the sky—laughing as Oswald fell into the water.

A little bit later, Y/n was dripping with water as she stood on Mugman’s shoulders and was reaching up to a tree to get to the branch to grab onto a stick she was trying to pull off. The water from her shorts were leaking onto Mugman and he stumbled at the water and Y/n wobbled before looking down at Mugman who had stumbled and fell to the ground with her on his shoulders.

Later on—Y/n was staring down at a fish hiding in sea grass. The grass touched the tip of Y/n’s nose with close she was, the fish swam away and Y/n swam back up to the surface of the water and her eyes landed on Felix who had Cuphead by his head and was shoving him harshly into the water—that must have been what the fish ran away from.

Cuphead let out a garbled laugh as he had a hand sticking out of the water but no amount of kicking and shouting was saving him from the wrath of Felix. If anyone walked by they would have thought Felix was truly trying to drown the poor guy.

Later on, Spunk had barked at Panchito who was busy moving the sand around—which he was actually digging in the sand and Spunk wanted to join, Panchito looks at Spunk and takes a step back so the pup could see the hole he dug, and Spunk’s tail wagged as he looked up and Panchito who smiled before Spunk quickly placed his two front paws in the hole and started to dig hastily.

Panchito’s smile soon turned into confusion before Spunk lifted his head up towards him and showed the bone in his mouth. Oh! Well…he didn’t expect that.

Y/n was copying Donald’s movement with swimming as he was teaching her how to swim the proper way.

“No! Not like that!” Donald shouts as he watches the human doggy peddle around him. Y/n smiled widely as her hands and legs frantically waved around in the water, Donald gave a confused expression before slowly shaking his head.

But soon—the fun died down—well it was still there, but swimming in the heat, exploring the waters and jumping off the cliff into the water and climbing back up said cliff a good few times sure can make anyone tired.

Now, Y/n held the bow in her grasp. The day had almost passed by within minutes she forgot her real objective at hand. The others were a few yards away exhausted—Mugman and Panchito falling asleep in the grass under the sun as Cuphead, Donald and Oswald spoke to one another, Felix and Y/n on the other hand were yards away—where the trees were.

Y/n had dried off in the sun a while ago and right when she finished drying off—Felix had her right back up to start practicing her archery. The boring part as she may say.

“Don’t square your shoulders.” Felix placed a hand on Y/n shoulder blade and gently pushed it in—she felt her chest puff out—she didn’t have the arrow yet as Felix was really just reaching her the proper way to hold a bow.

“You don’t want to hold on too hard.” He noticed her tight grip on the bow. When he mentioned it, she loosened her grip around it and he nodded.

As Felix guided her through the correct way to hold onto the bow—the same way as Ruck had explained before—but a lot less stern and stoic, she latched onto his words and nodded as he fixed her elbow.

“When you pull back you want it to be right next to your cheekbone, make sure you clear your arm before releasing or else the string will come back and hit you.”

Nodding as he spoke, Felix noticed Y/n was lowering her arm and he placed a hand under her elbow to stop her.

“Good job.” When he said that she released her hold and he took the bow from her as he examined it and walked in front of her.

“When you’re loading the arrow, you’ll place it on this small cliff right here.” He points a claw at the divot on the bow

“That’s called an arrow rest, and the back of the arrow is called a nock, that’s where you’ll slip it on this metal nub right here.” He points at the thin small piece of metal in the middle of the string of the bow.

“That’s called the nocking point—with the arrow rest and that clip—“ he reached behind Y/n’s back and grabbed one of the arrows from the quiver, placing the nock of the arrow to the clip and placing it on the arrows rest he lets go and the arrow stayed put.

“You can already have one loaded and ready to release, okay?”

“Yeah.” Y/n nods her head and he nods his head as well seeing she was following along. Felix had a very different way of teaching Y/n what Ruck did. Ruck waited to see what she would do, waiting to see if you would find the error, backtrack and try again on her own even though the human had never touched a bow ever in her life—whereas Felix took his time, she spoke to her in a calm tone, to help her understand in detail how to properly work a bow. That was one thing she noticed differently of the two.

Felix points to the three feathers on the bow. One black feather, one white, and one yellow

“These are called your vanes. Or—fletching. Whichever, the odd color always faces up—or to you, many people usually point it up—either way, it never faces you. The colored vane is called an index.” Felix beckoned Y/n closer to him as he spoke, she walked over to him—the grass crunching under her feet as she stood beside him.

“You need to always keep in mind when you release the arrow, you need to stay clear of the bow when releasing or you’ll deflect in and just send it flying everywhere but what you’re aiming, or it just won’t send out properly at all.”

There were so many rules to archery that Y/n didn’t even know, she just thought they picked up the arrow and shot it and that was the end of it, looking more into it was leaving her with surprises, no wonder why Ruck suggested it. It would leave her with her mind thinking and calculating always. And Felix was really going into detail about it as she stared at him.

“Which most of the time won’t have too often as the arrow will arch when it’s released due to the tension in it—“

His voice became muffled and Y/n slowly nodded and he could tell she had zoned off for a second before he stopped talking and smiled.

“Sorry I got off track.”

“You major in science too?” Y/n jokes and Felix’s tail wagged slightly as he fixed his posture and lifted the bow.

“Wanted to at one point.”

Going back to teaching her to handle the bow, Felix drew the arrow back.

“When you’re bracing you want to make sure your form with your shoulders are matching your feet, the tip of your toes should be together and you’re releasing your collar bone to avoid any further injuries.”

He then points his index finger out to use it to aim at a tree a few feet away. He was silent for a moment before his pupils closed in sharp—like an actual cat would do when they were focused on something—she didn’t even know it was possible for Felix to do that, but what did she expect? He was literally a walking feline.

“Then you’ll focus on what you’re looking at, and release.” He released the arrow and it flew over to the tree, embedding in its bark with a study; ‘thud!’

Y/n perked up seeing that, and she looked at Felix who handed the bow back to her, his pupils expanding back to its normal size, Y/n took the bow and Felix nodded for her to go on. She reached back and takes the arrow from the quiver and loads it onto the nocking point and the small shelf, seeing it stay there she glanced at the tree with the arrow still embedded in it, she drew the bow and fixed her posture and placed her fingers on the nock before drawing back, pulling the arrow back she extends her index finger and zoned in on the tree, releasing the arrow—it flew off and lands onto the ground—sticking up a few feet away, the string coming back and hitting Y/n’s forearm yet again in the same spot from earlier, Y/n flinched and hissed in pain before rubbing at her arm.

“It’s alright, you did good!” Felix smiled at Y/n and she looked at him.

“I keep hitting my arm.” She tells him and Felix motioned for her to draw the bow back. Doing so she reached back and grabbed another arrow and loaded it yet again and pulled away on the arrow and Felix’s arm came into her view as he reached over and gently moved her shoulder over in a straighter position. And his other hand yet again fixed the elbow holding the arrow before taking a step back.

“Alright, now try.”

She released the arrow and it flew off and hit the bottom of the tree—it wasn’t much but it wasn’t the ground! Y/n immediately smiled and looked at Felix and he looked away from the tree to Y/n.

“I did it!”

For the next hour or two, Y/n felt like perfected her stance to the point where the bow string would slap her arm, she didn’t entirely have the best of aim—but she got better to the point where the arrow wouldn’t just land in the grass, The sun was starting to set and Y/n had just gotten started with her newfound achievements. Felix would point off to different trees for her to make an attempt to hit and Y/n would aim and the arrow would go flying in its general direction—not entirely the target—but she was getting better at shooting.

Y/n released the arrow once more and the arrow flies across the air and embeds itself in the middle of the tree—a smile erupts on her face and Felix shakes his hands in glee.

“Wooo! Good job!” He praised and outstretched his hand to give her a high five in which Y/n smacked her hand against his.

“We’ll work some more tomorrow, let’s head back to town, it’s getting late.” Felix said and Y/n nods and walks over to the arrows littering the ground, picking them up and placing them back in the quiver.

Once finishing, Y/n turned to see Felix waiting for her and she jogged over and the two left off back to the others.

“If I would have known you guys went tombstoning I would have joined!” Meek whines from the background. Y/n had a towel laying her damp shirt on if—changing into some new clothes that was very similar to her outdoor clothes, she slipped her shoes back on and straightened her posture before looking over at Meek.

“Spent half my time sleeping.” He then grumbled.

“Bendy’s still with the chick?” Cuphead asks and Don nods.

“Last I checked on them—some constructor was teaching them to slow dance for the wedding.” He informed them.

“Perfect, I get to embarrass him right in front of her, let’s go.” Oswald opens the door to leave the room and Y/n immediately scampers over the exact same thought in her head.

Ruck, Meek and Don decided to just stay behind in the rooms as the others ventured off to the lower floor of the castle in search of Bendy—which they were certain was the ballroom where the actual venue would take place in a few days.

“I remember when me and Daisy had our first slow dance.” Donald sighed dreamily at the thought of Daisy, Y/n grins and placed a hand on Donald’s shoulder.

“You know maybe we should meet Daisy.”

“Oh please, you guys’ll probably make her run off.” Donald quickly grumbled and Y/n laughed at the statement Oswald moves and walks nexts to Donald.

“How is she by the way, last I talked to her was some time ago.” Oswald asks and Donald slowly smiles.

“Good, we recently visited her parents a month ago—now thinking about it—I hadn’t told her I left town.” Donald replied—surely if Daisy found him missing there were two things she would do. Not giving a damn until he came back around or cry pathetically about a week or two before getting angry that Donald went missing.

“Maybe you should tell her you’re out of town?” Mugman brings up and Donald shrugs.

“You kiddin? She’ll climb through the phone and choke me out for leaving without her, best to just wait it out.” Y/n could see a sweat drop rolled down Donald’s temple at the thought of awaiting the fierce love hold of Daisy whenever they get back home. Y/n could only imagine how her mother would react when returning home for being on ‘vacation’ for 2 weeks.

“She has always been worried about you—no doubt because of your luck.” Oswald chuckled and Donald rolled his eyes at Oswald’s statement.

“Oh! That Daisy!” Panchito perks up after being silent for a moment as he tries to track down who Daisy was before finally remembering.

“I remember she threw a pan at my face because I told her she couldn’t pronounce la sartén the right way.” Panchito brings up and Donald snorts at his friend's statement.

Once making it to an open room, Y/n could see Lucy standing in front of Bendy, he was speaking to her quietly and had his left hand up as Lucy nodded before taking his left hand in hers and placing her other hand on his shoulder as he placed a hand on her back.

“Hmm..seems to be gettin’ quite close if you ask meee.” Cuphead sings as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“They’re just dancing.” Mugman deadpans as they stand in the corridor of the room—right as he said so, Bendy’s face erupts in a small smile and he nods at whatever Lucy was telling him—there was—a glint in his eye that Y/n had never really seen before, which that caused her to think twice as she blinks blankly at the two. She couldn’t entirely say she was jealous as is—like so many stories the person wouldn’t even know they were jealous—the cliché trope, but Y/n knew that Bendy never truly really cared to speak to other people, maybe Lucy wasn’t so bad and he finally came to terms with that. Y/n gave a quick glance to her side to see Donald giving her a teasing expression as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Y/n stared at him silently.

“Oh what do you k-“

She quickly latched her hand into his beak and locked it close.

“Shut up.” She muttered and Donald laughed—even with his mouth clipped close.

“I see the love birds got a thing goin’ on here!” Cuphead clapped his hands and walked ahead into the room. Bendy slowly looks away from Lucy and his eyes lands on Cuphead and soon his optics flickered behind him to see everyone else as Lucy looked over her shoulder to everyone as well and smiled.

“About time you guys came back.” Bendy states. Slowly lowering his hands away from Lucy who pulled away from him as well with a smile.

Cuphead raised an eyebrow. “Dunno why, you seem to be doin’ fine with—“ Cuphead glanced at Lucy.

“Your majesty.” He bows playfully and Lucy lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m glad you all are back! I was wondering where you all went off to.” Lucy states as she claps her hands together. “I wanted you all to join our dance!”

Y/n released Donald’s mouth that she hardly knew she still had a grip on, he shook his head once she released his beak and looked at her.

“Somebody’s in a bad mood.” Donald joked and nudged Y/n, and she nudged him back and grunted.

“Not in a bad mood. Just tired.” She quickly brings up the fact she was tired—which she was with all the activities they had done today.

“Or perhaps I was thinking an outing with all of us would be grand!” Lucy smiled at everyone and then looked back at Bendy who gave her a silent nod and she looked back at the group.

“I’ve never had an outing with a group of friends before, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Lucy brings up and Oswald nods.

“Sounds nice—“ he then looks back at Donald and Y/n—mostly to Y/n. “She needs a break anyway—had you pent up all day.”

Walking into the shack of a bar in town—the chattering voices had paused when the doors opened and Lucy and Bendy stood in the doorway, Lucy bows her head in a greeting but Bendy just stood beside her and nonchalantly glanced around until Lucy peeked at him and gently nudged his arm in which he glanced down at her and she repeated the action for Bendy to follow as well, in which he did and gently bowed his head.

“Princess Lucille! It’s nice to see you! This must be the man of the hour.” The bartender shouts with glee. A scrawny man with an apron and a white shirt greets as the patrons go back to talking and some greet the princess as she and Bendy walk further into the bar and over to the counter. Right behind them was the others trailing after—a few whispers here and there ushered around the bar.

“If nice to see you too Finwick.” The patrons that were seated in the stools had got up for the group and moved out of the way and over to some other tables in the bar.

As Lucy spoke to Finwick—Ruck walked passed Y/n and over to the bar and sat down—he only tagged along to get a drink and she was certain she was the reason of him needing a drink he just didn’t say it—well actually he would say it but just didn’t care to.

Y/n walked over to Ruck and stood behind his seated form facing her before she took the stool beside him and sat down, Meek and Don had gone off somewhere in the bar once they heard some arm wrestling match going on. Another bartender had walked off to get Ruck a drink when she sat down and looked at him.

“I actually shot the arrow correctly—Felix helped me.” She tells him and Ruck glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

“Really now?” He says and Y/n gives him an all winning smile before she starts to take the bow from around her chest.

“Yeah wanna see me shoot?” The minute she said that Ruck flicked her hand away from the bow and she immediately placed her hands on the table.

“Not now dammit. The hell are you gonna shoot in here?” He grumbled and Y/n let out a small laugh as Ruck stared at her with a stern expression before a chuckle left his mouth and he shook his head, taking the glass of whatever liquor he ordered off the table and sipping it.

“Where do you live, kid?” He asks.

“West coast. Near L.A. in California.” She answered and he nodded.

“You live in Hollywood?” Y/n turned her gaze to her other side to see Cuphead leaning his arm on the counter, between the empty stool behind him and her—which she was already seated.

“No, just a few ways ahead, Bendy does though.” She answered and Cuphead raised his eyebrows.

“Heard that was the dream city, no wonder a dame like yerself is as gorgeous as a midnight flower.” Y/n couldn’t tell his reason for asking her that to begin with was just so he could say that pick up line—but she slowly shook her head and smiled and Ruck grumbled from behind her.

“Jesus, take that kiss and tell shit over there.” He points his index finger that was holding the cup quickly into some random direction that wasn’t where he was. Y/n laughs at his statement before looking back at Cuphead who was still looking at her.

“Want me to teach you how to play craps?” Cuphead asks, his other hand holding onto his wrist that was leaning on the top of the counter.

“The card game?” She asks and Cuphead nods.

“Yeah. I’ve got a got bet ta’ make with ya.” He smiled and Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“Hm, I dunno. Mugman said not to make any bets with you.” She laughs and Cuphead shrugs as if saying: ‘your loss’ before he digs in his pockets and places something on the table. When he removed his hand away, crumbled up bills fell onto the table.

“Bills don’t mean nothin’ here on the offlands, they go by gold, I got 250 for you, you beat me in a game of craps, the money’s all yours for when you hit the mainlands again.” His index finger tapped the counter, Y/n stared at the messily crumbled up pile of money before looking back at Cuphead.

“Where the hell did you get this money?” She asks—she vaguely remembered Cuphead having money on him back in the mainlands as well—and couldn’t remember if she asked him about it or not, but she didn’t didn’t know he was walking around with this much money.

“Took it.” He answered and she moved to grab at the money to examine it but Cuphead quickly grabbed her wrist gently. “Hey, hey, hey—my bills, they ain’t yours yet.” He says hastily and Y/n retracted her hand with a smile.

“What’s the deal?” She asks.

“You win, you walk away with 250, if I win on the other hand.” He stopped talking for a brief moment as he stared down at her his foot gently tapping the floor, there was a long silence between the two as Cuphead’s eyes stared into Y/n.

“I get a kiss.”

Y/n stared at Cuphead for a moment—her heart thumping into her chest and she felt like butterflies were in her stomach—he..sure did have a way with talking to people. Y/n felt her hands become clammy as she rubbed them against her pants, she didn’t even know how to play craps and certainly with him teaching her she wouldn’t adapt that fast—that’s if the game was hard. But either way Cuphead knew how to play any game there was—she had to beat the system somehow or else she would be signing herself up for failure.

“I want to pick the game though.” Y/n says and Cuphead juts his head in a motion for her to go on.

“Tic tac toe.”

“I can finish that game with my eyes closed.” He states.

“Chess.”

“Sorta Mugman’s forte, but when I watch em’ play I take his tactics.”

“Hangman.”

“I can tell you right now, I can think of any word that starts with any vowel and that was probably what you planned on doing.” Cuphead spits back. And Y/n..gasps. Damn he was right. Who the hell played hangman and didn’t play fairly—because she sure didn’t.

“Checkers.”

“Won by a tooth.”

It was like Cuphead purposely made the bed because he knew he would excel in any brain game—despite not having much he had a thing for making bets and standing behind that bet. He could walk away with almost any money out there

There was really only one game Y/n was good at. “Go fish.”

“Go fish.” Cuphead quickly confirms and waits a moment before tilting his eyebrow in a condescending manner. “Ya’ sure?”

“Go fish.” She repeats.

“Your game.” He says before straightening his posture and taking the money and shoving it back into his pocket and nudging his head to the side for her to follow him before he turns and walks off, and Y/n stands up and follows after him where Cuphead found a small table for the two, he gave her a mischievous smile as his eyes followed her over to the seat where she kept her eyes locked on his.

“I’ll kick your ass in this game.” She tells him before pulling her chair out and sitting down, Cuphead sits across from her and chuckles.

“That’s what they all say. I had people twice my age walk away cryin’ for their mama, 3 bags of fine money all mine after only 2 games—got so desperate they put their life savings on the table.” He laughs at the fine memory of the man storming off as Cuphead laughed with Mugman beside him watching the man with a worrisome expression.

Cuphead placed his hands on the table and a stack of cards was within his hold—he must have had those on him as well.

“Didn’t know you had money and cards on you.” Y/n points out.

“Quick way to get money.” He says and lazily shifts the cards in his grasp. Y/n rested her chin on the heels of her hands as she rested her elbows on the table watching as Cuphead shuffled the cards, he watched her as he did so with a smile she couldn’t even comprehend.

“What..” she muttered and he shook his head before looking at the cards. “Nothin.”

Splitting the deck in half he then placed the spare cards to the side of the table. “Don’t cheat me out.” Y/n barked and Cuphead quickly raised his hands to show he didn’t have anything on him.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, I’m a fair player, I ain’t gonna cheat you out.” He said cautiously before he started to serve the cards facing down.

“See?” He proves as he did so, Y/n’s eyes hardened on his with a squint before slowly nodding.

“I’ll kick your ass if you’re cheating Cuphead, that’s a promise.”

“I ain’t. Look at the cards.”

When he finished the two picked up the cards and Y/n saw what she had.

Over the course of 5 minutes—Y/n only had 2 jokers and 3 hearts—Cuphead had already cleared 2 sets—2 points for him..

“You..got any threes?” She asks and Cuphead removes a card from his hand and hands it to Y/n, she quickly grabs it and places the three hearts on the table along with the 4th one—one set.

“You got any jokers?” Cuphead asks and Y/n hands him her last two cards and he sets his 2 jokers on the table along with the ones Y/n handed him. 3 points. Great.

Y/n drew 5 more cards to see she had 2 hearts, 1 king and 1 ace.

“You have any hearts?” She asks. Cuphead didn’t answer before he drew another card.

“Any kings?”

She handed him her king.

The process went back and forth until the deck finished and they were on their last hand. Y/n had 4 sets and Cuphead had 4 too. Was it possible to tie in Go Fish?

Y/n saw she had 3 hearts and Cuphead didn’t say anything yet as he held one card in his hand. His hand tapped the table slowly. She hoped he wouldn’t say what she thought he was going to say, his eyes moved away from the last card and over to Y/n was sitting stiffly in her seat.

“Ya’ got any hearts?” He asks. Y/n’s eyes flickered down to her last heart and then to Cuphead.

“Nope.”

Yeah, she was gonna lie her way through this one.

Cuphead fell in silence as his pupils searched her face. If possible a sweat drop would have slid down Y/n’s temple with how she fidgeted under his gaze.

“Don’t be cheatin’ out on me.”

“I’m serious, I don’t have any hearts.”

“King.”

“No.”

“Joker.”

“Nah.”

“Ace.”

Y/n grew silent and she rubbed the back of her neck and sniffed and glanced back down to her card.

Looking at Cuphead he still had his gaze on her and Y/n rubbed her forehead and sighed before flicking the card in his direction where as he grinned and took the heart and placed the four cards on the table. 5 sets.

“Gotta give it to ya’ you’re good at go fish. Maybe hitch off on the lyin’ part.” Cuphead laughs and Y/n looks down at their sets and it was obvious Cuphead won.

“5 over 4, I won!” He slams his hand on the table and laughs and Y/n leaned back in her chair and sighed heavily. 250 tossed out the window just that easily.

She had to admit her heart was pounding nervously in her chest at what the bet had to offer, she watched as Cuphead stood up from his seat and nudged his head for Y/n to follow.

“Alright, stop poutin’ c’mon,” he says and Y/n stood up and walked beside Cuphead over to the entrance of the bar, he opened the door and held it open for her and she walked out in the chill air with Cuphead following behind her. She hardly notice that Cuphead left the cards on the table.

“Where are we going? You actually plan on killing me this time?” She jokes and Cuphead gives her a sideways glance.

“Jeez, I thought we left that behind us.” He tells as the two wandered down the path of the two.

“Just takin’ ya’ somewhere more comfortable—ya know, gotta work up the charm.” Cuphead grinned and Y/n slowly shook her head.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” She states but it was still a question despite the way she said it.

Cuphead didn’t respond immediately, instead glancing at her and looking forward.

Making it over to the path where they had been when they all went swimming earlier. Following the path over to the cliff, Y/n a tree a few feet from the cliff—showing off the stars reflecting from the water below—the mountains in the background becoming dark silhouettes. Taking off the bow and quiver and setting them down on the ground before she sat down and leaned her back on the tree, she heard Cuphead catch up to her and sit down next to her as well.

The two were silent for a moment as they watched the serene atmosphere.

“I still could have beaten you in Go Fish.” Y/n abruptly says and Cuphead turns his head to look at her.

“Probably could have.” He admits before looking back out to the opening.

Y/n then faked a heavy sigh. “Man..I wonder where that money would go.” Her voice feigning disappointment dramatically, she looks at Cuphead who was looking at her with an unamused expression.

“Yeah I wonder too.” He states and Y/n rolls her eyes and looks away.

“I got a question.” He starts.

“And I probably don’t have a question to it.” Y/n deadpans.

“Hypothetically. If for some odd reason—you don’t so happen to have anyone to go to the wedding with. If I’d ask to go with you, would you go?” He asks.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Well, we’re technically all going..because it’s in the same area?”

“I meant as in a date.”

Y/n stared at Cuphead and felt her hands start to sweat again at the question, well hypothetical question.

She stared at him as he awaited an answer, he..truly was an odd guy, and Y/n liked that. Sure he had shit for brains at times Cuphead really was an odd guy.

She felt her index finger as her eyes traveled around his face.

“I would go.” She answered with a nod.

“With me?” He points to his chest.

“With you.” She laughs.

Cuphead made a face where he seemed oddly surprised and he looked back out to the opening. “Hm.” He hums.

“I ain’t never really been stuck in the chest before.” He states and Y/n gave him a confused expression as to what he meant.

“What does that mean?” She asks. And Cuphead grins. “A fine gal like yourself ain’t anything I came across before.”

Y/n laughs and gently shoves Cuphead’s shoulder where he gently takes her hand before she could retract it.

“I’m serious.” He tells her.

“So, this is what you meant when you said turn on the charm?” She asks and Cuphead shrugs before smiling.

“Maybe.”

She started to get nervous. As she gently leaned away from Cuphead almost unconsciously leaned forward which he noticed as his smile then lowered in confusion.

“What..?” He asks and Y/n opens her mouth to speak but couldn’t seem to find the words. “I..uh…”

She was anxious—as nervous as a schoolgirl standing in front of her crush, the feathers in her stomach fluttering around rapidly as Cuphead’s grip on her hand tightened on hers.

She fell into a deep silence as Cuphead watched her—almost waiting for her to do something but she was waiting for him.

His index finger twitched on her hand impatiently and soon he started to lean forward but Y/n had quickly leaned back and Cuphead stopped before giving her a confused expression.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Y/n fixed her position to face him.

“Sorry dude, reflex. Just nervous is all.” She gave a strained grin and Cuphead chuckled.

“You’re nervous? I’ve been waitin’ all this time for this moment.” He started and Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Wow, I’m some girl you wanted to hitch with?” Y/n grumbled, but she didn’t mean much of it.

“What? No! That’s not what I’m saying! I ain’t that type of guy, if I wanted to kiss you, it’s because I wanted to, not because I just wanted to just because—“ that statement made Cuphead speak frantically in an attempt to get her to understand before he stops and inhaled before opening his eyes to look at Y/n—a serious expression written on his face was evident.

“Look, I’m not too knowledgeable with human customs—I’m learnin’ I am, I didn’t know anythin’ when me and Mugs came to the mainlands, but..you..” he stopped for a moment as he stared at her.

“When I saw you that day back in town—you..made me a lot more aware of things and how different they were back at home. I’m not tryna play any sort of games on you, I’m not. Just a friendly friend to friend mutual agreement that we made on back in the bar.” He was silent for a moment and Y/n stared at him and placed her arms on his forearms and smiled.

“I…just…” He trailed off as he stared at her as a lovesick smile spread across his face. “Man…you just truly are somethin’ special..”

Y/n felt her heart beat faster with the look he was giving her, Cuphead gently grabbed her hands in his and she felt him near her face—so close the tip of his nose touched hers. He placed his forehead against hers and she almost jumped out her skin when she felt his lips brush against hers. “C’mon..” he muttered.

Closing the gap, Y/n closed her eyes and immediately smiled, she felt Cuphead smile as well to the point where their teeth touched when they broke out into fits of laughs. Gently pulling away Y/n calmed down with her laughing as Cuphead did as well. Before he leaned back and pressed his lips to hers once more, his arms hastily wrapping around her waist to pull her to him, Y/n felt her nose heat up as her hands fell to her lap.

Cuphead pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips harshly and she sputtered and laughed before placing her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away—he pulled away and looked at her with a wide smile and the two laughed once more.

“You know we can go the whole night doin’ this.” Cuphead whispered as his arms around her tightened—Y/n was thinking as she stared at him—her eyebrows twitched before stitching together as if thinking heavily. Cuphead was excited—like a kid being given candy for dinner and all the wish he could ever dream for—it made her heart race for a moment—Cuphead saw the expression she made and he slowly nodded.

“Nothin’ gotta change between us.” He says weakly—almost like it pained him to say it.

Y/n hadn’t seen him this desperate ever—not even in the circumstances with the Devil. He seemed tired and almost stressed and that made her think, was it because of the recent events with him and Mugman leaving Inkwell looking for their caretaker?

Cuphead had been so focused on all these things when he first saw Y/n he saw her as a serene peace offering of some kind for him. His index finger tapped her back patiently.

“It’s nothin’ bad, Y/n.” He adds as he neared her face again, his nose pressed up against hers, she shivered under his touch and smiled before he pressed her into a tight warm kiss, his hand raised to place it on the back of her head.

Throughout the night the two stayed by the cliff—it was like all their worries had gone—who would have thought with just a few minor kisses to the face it would open more trust between the two.

Cuphead would stand in front if Y/n and dramatically explaining how he got into his first fight with the devil when he was younger back then, and it sure was a story—fighting for contracts back inkwell and restoring hope back to their hometown when the Devil too reigns over it, it was also a shocker to hear the Devil ran his own casino as well.

They also spent their time looking up at the stars and pointing out the brightest ones, which in that moment Cuphead always tried to steal in a quick kiss as Y/n was busy explaining what an actual star is—it was like he would do that to refuel to courage to open up more to her about his life on Inkwell. And frankly it did the same for her.

“I dunno, I just feel sometimes Ruck sees me as some screw up or something just because I never been out on an adventure before.” She complained as Cuphead nodded his head.

“Man, who’re you tellin? My elder Kettle used to be the same way when me and Mugs were kids. I uh…sorta always got us in trouble—he used to tell me I thought too much my feet started running before my brain.” Cuphead stops speaking for a moment as he stared out into the sky as Y/n looked at him.

“Can’t help it sometimes.”

It started to get cold out and that’s when the two called it a night. Stand up and place the quiver back on along with the bow Cuphead spoke.

“We uh..” he starts as he stands in front of her.

“Sorry about the whole…kissin’ thing..it was..just the heat of the moment—you know..boy things and all that. We don’t have to bring it back up or anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and Y/n cracked a smile and slowly nodded.

“Yeah uh..” she trailed off and the two genuinely didn’t know what else to say

“Here..” Cuphead dug in his pocket and pulled out the money from earlier. “You might need this later on, you humans use it back in the mainlands right?”

Y/n quickly snatches the money out of Cuphead’s hands and stuffs it into her pocket as if he would quickly change his mind. She smiled at him and he smiled back and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

“Listen I…uh…” his eyes trailed off to the side and back to her.

“You…are..I..we..” he motioned between himself and her but he still couldn’t seem to latch onto what he was saying.

“I wanna..if that’s…see where…” he trailed off as his eyes stared at Y/n who had her eyes glued on him—waiting for him to finish his statement that he soon decided to just toss away.

“nevermind..” he whispered.

“What were you going to say?” Y/n asks and Cuphead quickly shakes his head. “Nothin’ important, like I said, nothin happened between us.” He quickly ends it a tad bit harsher than what he wanted it to come out as.

Y/n placed a hand on the strap of the quiver and slowly nods. “Right..” she muttered and Cuphead looked at her.

“Sorry I didn’t mean t—“

“Come on, the others are probably worrying.” She claps her hands together and turns around and walks down the path back into town. Cuphead jogs to catch up to her.

“No really, sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“You’re fine, Cuphead.” Y/n calls out as she pushes through the twigs in the dark area as she hears Cuphead trail behind her.

“I’m se-“

“You said nothing will be awkward around us, you’re making this awkward.” Y/n sighs and Cuphead immediately zips his mouth closed…as long as he could atleast.

“I’m not awkward..” he muttered to himself like a child and Y/n shook her head slowly as they trailed off.

“You seriously aren’t going to talk to me? I apologized.” Cuphead calls out from behind her. “I’m not mad, just tryna find the way out because it’s dark as hell.”

“I can translate that to you making this awkward.” Cuphead said as he finally hopped next to her.

“This is why we shouldn’t have done that.” Y/n looks at him and Cuphead looks at her and gives her a confused gaze.

“Kiss, kiss, tell, tell, forget. We can do that.”

He was silent for a moment as Y/n suspected he would stop talking. But he soon smiled; “Felt good, didn’t it?”

And Y/n could only roll her eyes at his statement.

The two were quiet for a moment as they stared at each other before nodding in unison. “Alright, it’s tossed away under lock and key?“ she asked him.

“You ain’t gonna ever hear me mention or bring it back up again.” Cuphead confirms and Y/n nods.

“Alright, pleasure doing business with you.”

“I’ll rate it a 10 outta 10, out of this word service, might come back.”

“Sorry because we’re out of business, and just filed for bankruptcy.” Y/n turned and continued walking.

“I loved the way she held onto me.” Cuphead sangs.

“LOCK AND KEY!!” Y/n’s voice echoed and Cuphead howled with laughter.

“Alright! Alright!”

Walking into the room—Y/n spotted Panchito seated on the floor with Spunk between his legs, when the door opened and Cuphead and Y/n walked into the room, Panchito smiled.

“Ah! Y/n look at what he can do!” Panchito called out and Y/n immediately walked over to Panchito as Cuphead trailed behind her.

“What is it?” She asked and looked down at Spunk, who stood on all fours and hopped into the air and quickly did a backflip. Y/n opened her mouth in shock as Spunk barked at the praise Panchito gave him.

“He is rather smart, he can understand just about anything.” Panchito says and Y/n sat down next to Panchito as the pup had his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“Bummer, I thought you got lost and never came back.” Y/n looked over to see Donald sitting on the couch looking at Cuphead.

Cuphead grinned and shrugged. “Hard to get rid of a guy like me.”

“Trust me, I tried.” Mugman muttered as he was still busy reading whatever book had him intrigued…whatever that was supposed to mean.

Standing up from the floor and walking over to the bench near the window where her bag was, Y/n opened it to retrieve her night clothes.

Soon the door opened and in walking Bendy and Felix, Y/n hardly noticed Oswald sitting on the bench when she saw his ear move.

“Oh, there goes the Prince.” Oswald points out. Felix closed the door and Bendy rolled his eyes.

“Hilarious.” He said.

“I dunno, it seems you were getting real close to the princess to me.” Donald takes a jab to tease and Bendy seems just about ready to throw a dresser at the duck.

“You do not have to be embarrassed, my friend. It is okay to admit you may have some blossoming feelings for her.” Panchito adds on and Bendy grunts.

“I DON— I don’t like her.” He deadpans.

“Come on guys, it’s getting late, we need to head to bed, tomorrow is a busy day,” Felix calls and Panchito stands up from the floor to retrieve the blanket.

Bendy sauntered over to Y/n and his eyes examined the bow she had on her back, she had placed her clothes on the bench and made sure her clothes for tomorrow were ready.

“You got a bow?”

She heard him behind her and turned around to face Bendy, smiling as she nods before removing it from her and placing the quiver on the bench.

“Yeah, Ruck wanted me to learn to use it, I thought it would be stupid but, it’s sorta cool to use.” She explained and Bendy nodded.

“How was your day with Lucy? Seemed like it was better than yesterday.” She smiled clearly, also teasing him as well, and Bendy sighed and furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s..not like that, and you of all people should know that.” He deadpans and Y/n shrugs.

“If you say so—“

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her words didn't even come out of her mouth fully before he questioned her, Y/n laughed at that and shook her head.

“Nothing.” She says and Bendy stared at her for a moment before nodding.

“Can you shoot?” He asks, referring to the bow.

“A little. Not an expert at it, just got it today.” She replied as Bendy reached a hand over behind her to fiddled with the feather of the arrow.

“But I bet I can shoot an apple from off your head.” She boasts and Bendy grimaced and pulled his hand away.

“Absolutely not—ruin a face like this?” He motioned to himself with a grin and Y/n laughed before shoving him away to walk past him so she could go change in the nearest restroom. He moved to follow after her but soon stopped when he realized she was leaving to go change.

In a matter in minutes the room was in pure bliss, silence as everyone had changed and dozed off to sleep—thankfully with Bendy laying on the couch with no problem unlike his earlier run from last night when he was sick—which was odd when Y/n thought about it considering he was walking around just fine—but that was good atleast, it showed that he was better.

Same as before—Spunk was fast asleep on Y/n’s back as she laid flat on her stomach with the blankets coddling her like warm arms.

Just pure silence—no noise, no dreams out to take her life, no worries, nothing.

Y/n felt something vibrate on the bed—and it took her a moment to adjust to that before her eyes slowly opened—her eyes landing on her phone laying beside her pillow that she left out—her first plan was to make an alarm to wake her up so she could leave out with Ruck in the morning but she really didn’t want to be bothered with the sound of an alarm blaring in her ears.

The small chip that Puck gave them flashed a dim green light, it was stuck into her charger port in her phone—and when Y/n’s eyes read the name on the screen who was calling her—Y/n slowly grabbed the phone and pressed the button to accept and brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She muttered lowly so she wouldn’t wake anyone up.

“Hey!” The sound of her mothers voice entered her ears and Y/n immediately woke up.

M/n ushered a worker away who was handing her something—on the other end the sun was out bright—the day had started in the mainlands. M/n held the phone to her ear as she placed the portfolio down on the counter—Annie was busy writing away on a form.

“Just checking up on you—sounds like you were asleep, were you napping?” She asks. She heard the other side go quiet.

“No, I’m up, I was just watching TV with Bendy.” The tired voice quickly left her daughter's system .

“Wow, watching Tv on vacation? With how much Bendy’s been working I was thinking he would be dragging you to the nearest beach or something.” M/n jokes and she heard a soft laugh leave Y/n’s mouth on the other end.

“So, you guys take any pictures? I wanna see them!” M/n exclaims excitedly.

Y/n was seated upright in the bed—they didn’t take a single photo, how the hell could she forget?! Scratching her head, Y/n flattened her lips and shook her head.

“No, not yet—you know we’ve been so busy with having fun and stuff.” Y/n lied through her teeth and she felt her mother sigh on the other end.

M/n slowly shook her head on the other end but a small smile erupts on her face. “Well you should start doing so—pictures are always good to take when you’re out with family and friends.” M/n wasn’t entirely scolding but moreso telling Y/n to take some pictures.

“You might wanna look back at them someday.”

“We’ll take some.”

M/n nods and smiles before sitting down in her chair. “Now, let me tell you what I’ve been up to!”

Over the course of 3 hours—her mother was on the other end talking about her days at work and how Henry was stressed to the point he forgot to lock his doors to his house and didn’t know until he woke up the next to see it unlocked.

She had a filled week surely and Y/n tiredly listened to her mother with her phone laying on her ear as she laid on her side slowly drifting off to sleep, humming every once in a while in agreement with her mothers statement. Her mother almost worked her entire shift with Y/n on the phone—and it wasn’t until when her mother finally made it home—with Y/n still on the phone mind you—did she hear the soft breathing from the other end.

“Y/n.” M/n called out but her daughter didn’t reply back.

On the other end Y/n had drifted off to sleep, the phone still laying on her face as a soft snore escaped her mouth.

Back on the other end M/n stared at the phone and noted the snoring—which Y/n rarely ever did unless she was exhausted—like terribly exhausted. Maybe the last few days spent with activities truly made her tired.

M/n lets out a small laugh.

“Talk to you later, hun. Get some sleep.”

#toon quest #bendyxreader #cuphead x reader #panchito pistoles #oswald the lucky rabbit #bendy and the ink machine #felix the cat

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