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queenofcats17 · 4 years

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If you may recall, I once asked what a BATIM-Cuphead genre swap would be like. You did have an idea for a BATIM version of Cuphead, but what about the other way around? (Assume there are no BATIM characters in the latter)

Hmm...Let’s see...

I wouldn’t want it to take place in an animation studio since that’s so integral to BATIM’s plot. So I think Cuphead in the style of BATIM would take place in an abandoned casino.

I think it would follow a similar structure of defeating bosses, but it would have the BATIM thing of delving deeper and deeper into the place they’re trapped. Instead of venturing deeper into an animation studio, it’s going deeper into an impossibly massive casino.

Like BATIM, this is gonna be pretty heavy on the body horror. I understand that you don’t really like that, but I think it would fit here.

The casino was once owned by King Dice (not his real name), and there are rumors that he made a deal with the Devil to ensure the success of his casino. It went out business years ago, although no one knows why. Cuphead and Mugman sneak in to satisfy their own curiosity and, in Cuphead’s case, get a thrill. Obviously, their names wouldn’t actually be Cuphead and Mugman, but...Well, they’ll be referred to that way.

So, Cuphead and Mugman sneak in and find the main lobby of the casino empty. It’s covered in dust and it doesn’t look like anyone’s been there for years. Cuphead immediately heads for Dice’s office, with Mugman trailing behind him. When they get to the office, they find it’s not empty. A man they recognize as Dice is seated at the desk, while another stands behind him, one hand on Dice’s chair. Dice greets the brothers warmly, asking what brings them to his humble casino. Both brothers find themselves unable to speak as Dice continues.

He tells them that he’s had a bit of trouble as of late with some of the casino patrons. They’ve been causing a ruckus and he needs someone to set them straight. He can’t do it himself because he has other things he needs to do.

“How’d you boys like a job?” The man behind Dice asks, and his voice sends shivers down Cuphead and Mugman’s spines. He pulls out two contracts from his huge fur coat, holding them out. Cuphead speaks for the two of them, trying to cover his fear with bravado by saying they’d be happy to do the job.

Mugman tries to stop his brother, but it’s too late. Cuphead is already signing the contract and Mugman’s hand is moving on its own, signing the contract too. Once the contracts are signed, they began to glow, and the man in the fur coat reveals himself to be the Devil. And since the brothers signed the contracts, their souls now belong to him.

With a snap of his fingers, the Devil transforms them into something resembling their Cuphead selves, (They’d previously been human) and it’s revealed that Dice looks like his Cuphead counterpart as well. Dice says that if the brothers don’t collect the boss’ souls, they’ll be stuck like this forever and added to the collection of souls trapped in the casino. The brothers are then booted out to take care of the bosses.

I think the bosses would still be grouped similarly to how they are in the original game. Like, each floor would have a collection of bosses that Cuphead and Mugman would need to defeat. To add to the survival horror element, perhaps certain bosses require certain items to defeat them and the brothers have to find the items on the floor before they can take down the boss. I figure each boss would be confined to their own room.

Each boss is someone who has sold their soul to the Devil at some point or another.

Here’s what I envision for each of the bosses.

Floor 1

The Root Pack: The three of them still look mostly human, but vegetables are growing out of their bodies like tumors. It looks as though their respective vegetables are trying to take them over. They’re dressed like farmers, although their clothes are ripped and torn by the vegetables. Like in the original Cuphead, their attacks involve sending vegetables after the brothers. The vegetables crawl after the brothers, screaming in pain as they do. The Root Pack can be defeated by burning them, using kerosene and matches found in the hallway. Their room is filled with dirt and vegetables.

Goopy Le Grande: He’s humanoid, but made entirely of blue goo. His body is constantly dripping, revealing the skeleton underneath. He’s not wearing any clothes, but it’s not like he has genitals or anything. He attacks by stretching parts of his goo body and trying to smash the brothers. I can’t think of how he’d be defeated, but I’d think it would involve removing his bones from the goo and destroying them. His room resembles a large boxing ring.

Ribby and Croaks: They look like some horrifying mix of human and frog. They wear their boxing gear from the original game. They fight like boxers, punching at the brothers and chasing them around the room. Their movements are just a little too frog-like to look natural. Their room resembles a bar, like the area you fight them in in the original game.

Hilda Berg: She resembles a broken automaton, clockwork visible through the broken skin. Her room is larger than the others on the floor and much darker, illuminated by simulated stars on the ceiling. She does fly around and the brothers have to shoot her down and attack her from there. The more she’s attacked, the more her body breaks apart and the less human she appears.

Cagney Carnation: Similar to the Root Pack, he still looks mostly human, although instead of vegetables growing out of his body he had flowers and vines. Like the Root Pack, he too can be dispatched by burning. His room is a lot like the Root Pack’s in that it’s filled with dirt. But his has giant creeping roots and vines all over.

Floor 2

Baroness Von Bon Bon: She looks pretty much like she does in the original game with the exception that she holds her head in her hand. Her stump of a neck is constantly bleeding and she cries blood. Her area is similar to the original game in the sense that there’s candy everywhere. But here, the candy is broken and dirty. The way to defeat her is the destroy her head. She attacks with a shotgun or by sending rotting and broken candies after the brothers.

Djimmi the Great: His area looks like the inside of a pyramid and is literally covered in sand. Djimmi himself looks like a red cloud of smoke wrapped in rags and is rather hard to hit. He summons a lot of other enemies like in the original game. I think to defeat him you’d have to suck him into his lamp or something.

Beppi the Clown: It probably wouldn’t be that hard to make Beppi scary. I’d still want him to be made out of balloons, though, because it would be cool if he was defeated by popping him. His room looks like a run-down carnival or circus big top. He attacks by sending balloon animals and sentient amusement park rides after the brothers.

Wally Warbles: I’m honestly not sure how to make Wally terrifying. Maybe a huge sickly bird still halfway stuck in a birdhouse? Maybe he’s still trying to protect his son. His room would probably look like a nest. He’d attack by pecking at the brothers and swiping at them with his wings.

Grim Matchstick: He’s just a huge dragon. Because I love dragons and imagine how terrifying it would be to have to face a dragon when you’re like 12 and have been through everything the brothers have. To make this even sadder, the whole time they’re fighting, Grim is begging for mercy. He just wants to be left alone. But the brothers need to collect his soul to be freed.

Floor 3

Rumor Honeybottoms: Her room looks like a hive, covered in honey and swarming with giant bees. Giant realistic-looking bees. Rumor herself is a mix of bee and human features. Meaning parts of her are human and parts of her are bee. It’s not blended at all. Makes me shudder just thinking about it. The honey everywhere makes it hard for the brothers to move, which makes it easier for the huge bees to attack them.

Captain Brineybeard: I think it would be cool if he looked like the zombie pirates from Pirates Of The Carribean. His room looks a lot like the deck of a ship and is a good deal smaller than other rooms. Not a lot of room to run and/or hide. The brothers get swords to attack him with.

Cala Maria: Her room looks like a beach. When the brothers enter, she has her back to them as she cries on the sand. She looks normal from the back, but when they get closer, she turns around to reveal that she basically looks like a mix of Medusa and a very scary mermaid. Lots of sharp needle teeth, snakes for hair, slimy skin, and way too big eyes that look more suited to seeing in the darkness of the deep sea. The brothers have to avoid looking at her because she’ll turn them to stone. It would be cool if the brothers reflected her petrifying gaze back on her and broke her apart when she turned to stone.

Floor 4

Dr. Kahl’s Robot: A horrifying mix of machine and flesh so integrated it’s unclear whether he was first a machine or a man. He begs for death while the brothers are fighting him, his voice a mix of a mechanical voice box and a human voice. His area is a junkyard like in the original game, filled with trash and machine parts. He shoots lasers and stuff out of one of his arms as his body moves against his will to kill them.

Werner Werman: His room looks like a WWI trench and he looks like a WWI soldier. The brothers have to dodge constant gunfire from all directions as they attempt to make their way to Werner. Werner acts like there’s a war going on, thinking the brothers are enemy soldiers. He thanks them when they finally kill him.

Sally Stageplay: She looks like her game counterpart, except that she’s noticeably more bloody and disheveled, and she’s on strings. She’s puppeted around by some unseen force in the ceiling. I imagine her fight would be similar in that she’s performing a play in a theater. The brothers need to cut her strings to defeat her.

The Phantom Express isn’t a boss. They arrive to take the brothers to the bottom floor of the casino. They all look like living corpses who don’t talk much to the brothers.

(Sidenote, every time the brothers ‘die’, it gets harder for them to remember their human lives and more of their bodies turns into porcelain.)

Final floor

After beating all the bosses, Cuphead and Mugman reach the bottom of the casino, where Dice and the Devil are waiting for them. Dice commends them on a job well done and the brothers demand to be returned to normal. The Devil first demands the souls. The brothers refuse to hand over the souls until they’re returned to normal.

The Devil is frustrated by this and tells Dice to take care of it before vanishing. Which leads to the brothers fighting him and his casino mini-bosses. Some of the bosses would be scarier if they were humanized a bit. Like Pip and Dot could be sewn together. Mangosteen alone is nightmare fuel. Leave him how he is.

Upon defeating Dice, the brothers then have to go up against the Devil. I don’t think you’d have to do much work to make that boss fight scary. It’s already scary.

The brothers do eventually defeat him, forcing him to burn their contracts and release them. They then release the souls of those trapped in the casino and leave, vowing to never try something like this ever again.

It’s getting late and I ran out of steam near the end, but I hope you like it! :D

#cuphead #cuphead genre swap #body horror tw #violence tw #gore tw #blood w

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glitchtrapfan · 5 years

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Best Gift.

Specter was having trouble sleeping on the train, not because of the train moving along the tracks but because he keep thinking about one thing and that thing is Cagney’s birthday party.

Specter didn’t know what to give Cagney for a gift, he was running out of ideas and needed to think of one.

Specter realized that he needed help so he got out of his room and want into T bones room, Specter knock at his door and T bone answer.

“Specter you should be asleep it’s 3:14 AM.” T bone says not wearing anything and just looking like a normal skeleton.

“T bone did you ever give gifts to someone.”

“Well I did give one gift to someone which was a birthday card.”

“I should write a birthday card then.”

“Yes you should but you must write it like you mean it, put passion into it.” T bone says yawning loud.

“Thanks T bone.” Specter says as he leaves to go back into his room.

Specter grabs some paper and his pen and was about to write but then his head lands on the table and he falls asleep.

Specter wakes up still tired and look at his alarm clock, it was 1:03 PM and Specter realize he had no time to joke around anymore.

“What Am I going to do, Cagney’s birthday party is going to start in 4 hours and I have no clue what to do, I could write the card down but it might not be good enough.”

Specter was panicking but needed to calm down so he splashed some water on his face from the sink in his bathroom.

“Alright Specter think of what to give him, Cannot do the card because I don’t even know what to say, so think about what he might like.” Specter told himself through the mirror.

Specter look around his room and found some string and a compass.

Specter decided to make a locket, He removed everything inside the compass so he had just the gold metal and made holds at the bottom of it, then he put the string in it and after some short time got it to connect with the compass, he grab a pair of scissors and cut a photo of him and Cagney and put it in the compass.

“I hope this looks good to Cagney.” Specter says holding up the compass.

Specter saw it was 3:13 PM, so he went to the store to buy a gift box for his present, Specter also bought a bow tie and put it on his neck.

“I look nice today.” He said to himself as he got his gift and heads to Cagney’s birthday party.

Specter makes it the party and all his other friends are here, Hilda, Beppi, Grim, Von bon, Djimmi and Cala were all here.

“Hey Specter you got yourself a bow tie.” Hilda says looking at his floating eyes next to him.

“Yeah I needed to look good for the special day and I even got a gift.”

“Gift that means we all have gifts.” Beppi says excited about the party.

“I hope that he likes my gift.” Grim says nervously.

“Grim of course he will love it.” Djimmi says comforting Grim.

“Von Bon your gift will be the lamest.” Beppi says mocking Von bon.

“Says the guy who can’t even tie his shoes.”

“Who needs to tie when you got balloon shoes.”

“Hilda what did you come up with.” Cala ask Hilda.

“It’s a surprise.” Hilda says winking at them.

Cagney comes outside his house with a birthday hat and in his cute form.

“Today is my 25 birthday and I want to celebrate it with all my friends.” Cagney says.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAGNEY CARNATION!” Everybody says.

Cagney comes over and hugs everybody.

“So what crazy gifts do you guys have.” Cagney says sitting down on a chair.

Grim goes first and breaths fire in the air.

“Great your going to burn down the forest.” Cagney says looking up at the fire.

Grim wrote a message in the fire saying. “Thank you for being a great friend.”

Specter was amazed at what Grim did.

Cagney claps.

“Love it Grim but make sure not to burn down the forest.” Cagney says.

“Sorry Cagney.” Grim says sitting back down.

Cala gets up and grabs some water bottles, she drinks them all and spits out the water on the ground.

The message said. “Cagney is the best.”

Cagney claps and Specter was again amazed by the gift.

“I love it but felt the same as Grim.”

“Well I got a present that’s different from the others.” Von bon says as she gets out a huge cake.

Everyone was shock at how big it was.

“Take that everyone, I have the better gift.” Von bon says as the cakes start to fall backwards and crash into the ocean behind them.

“HAAAAAAA!” Cagney turns into his normal form and burst out laughing, Beppi does the same.

Specter felt bad for Von bon, must have took her long to make it.

“Now it’s me and Djimmi’s turn.” Beppi says.

Beppi and Djimmi make shadow puppets with there hands, it shows Cagney eating people, Him takings over the town and then falling asleep.

Cagney loved it and hugs them.

Specter realized that his gift might not be that great.

“Cagney those gift are great but let’s show how it’s really done.” Hilda says as she turns into her flying form and goes into the sky.

She makes the stars follow her and turn them into words.

The words came together and read “Cagney is the greatest friend ever and I’m so glad we meant that first time when we were young.”

Hilda flys back down and next to Cagney.

Cagney hugs Hilda and kiss her cheek.

Everyone was clapping but Specter was much slower, He felt like his gift was a joke now at this point.

“Specter your the last one.” Cagney says waving his hand over to come to him.

Specter hesitated but comes over with his gift.

“It’s not really that great, Everyone put more effort then me.” Specter says looking down at the ground.

“Specter don’t be sad, are gifts were just more stylish.” Hilda says.

“Specter your gift will be fine.” Cagney says opening the gift.

Cagney saw the locket and pick it up, he then open it to find him and Specter hugging.

“I know it’s not very creative.” Specter says ready for the worse.

“Specter this is.... the best gift today.”

“WHAT!” Everybody But Specter and Cagney says.

Specter looks up in confusion.

“Cagney i don’t understand.” Specter says looking at him.

“Your gift is the only gift that I can actually keep with me, Everybody else had great gifts to show but I couldn’t keep them.” Cagney says putting the locket over his neck.

“My cake would be too if it didn’t fall.” Von bon says.

“Cagney it’s not great as Hilda or Beppi and Djimmi.”

“Your right it’s not creative but even the uncreative can be the best gift.” Cagney says hugging Specter.

“Thank you Specter, your gift was amazing and I’ll keep it forever.”

Specter hugs back and smiles wide.

“Still not better then mine.” Beppi says and gets hit on the head by Djimmi.

Everyone want home feeling something different, Specter felt something he never thought he would feel again and that is love.

Specter goes to bed and actually gets some well deserved sleep.

Wednesday will be the day where I write new stories, Hope you enjoy and comment if you like it as well.

#story #blind specter #cagney carnation #ghostblossom #hilda berg #cala marie #beppi the clown #djimmi the great #grim matchstick #baroness von bon bon #t bone

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wh47-7h3-un1v3r53-15-m4d3-0f · 5 years

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Isle 2 time!~

i’m sorry i haven’t been updating as much as i have the last few days. i’ve been kinda swamped. anyway it’s time for isle 2!

first of all, i actually like to call isle 2 the inkblot fair, since there’s actually a big festival happening in my town this week. i legit tried to think of a better name but just settled on inkblot fair after about an hour.

Baroness Von Bon Bon: The candy queen! she is actually a queen, but Baroness sounded better with her name. i was gonna take a page out of Adventure time’s book and give her the first name Bonnibel, but i looked and Bethany sounded better to me. She is a very fickle ruler, but do not deem her cruel. she may have high standards for her subjects, but she won’t throw them in jail for the slightest offense. Firm, but fair. From years of baking and whisking, she probably has the strongest grip throughout the entire of inkwell. as a queen, she can get very stressed, but Beppi and Djimmi are happy to help! They aren’t in a poly-amorous relationship, Bon Bon and Beppi are dating and Djimmi is both their best friend, and Puphead is very nice kid to dote on in Bon Bon’s eyes. her castle is actually alive because it is her pet, think like Muffet and her spider-cupcake-thing from undertale. the sugarland shimmy mini-bosses are actually her closest subjects and friends in her kingdom. They go out to fight for her since they were the only ones there at the time. That waffle is her jester and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

Djimmi the Great: For those who don’t know, the d is silent so it’s pronounced jimmy. it took me three months to figure that out. anyway, if you don’t think this dude loves dad jokes, you are sorely mistaken. he got the love from them from Beppi when they used to date. don’t worry, it ended on good terms with Djimmi realizing his ace-ness, and Beppi his love for the Baroness. You know that cuphead puppet from Djimmi’s fourth phase, he ended up keeping it, giving it sentience, and raising it as his child. Puphead has no actually gender and is genderfluid as they feel different on different days. Djimmi is also a GIANT cat man, and has three named Sphinx, Bast, and Sehkmet.

Beppi the clown: now let’s get one thing straight. if Beppi don’t like you, he’s a pain in the ass. if Beppi do like you, he’s still a pain in the ass. Crappy jokes and puns EVERYWHERE! you want a balloon animal, he’s your clown. You want your mouth to hurt from either cringing or laughing, this is the guy. He also has an uncanny knowledge of every child, and even some adults, in inkwell. Most think being around Djimmi so much has given him psychic powers, but he is really just a nice clown who does a little bit of stalking of his patrons. he has eyes and ears everywhere. he will hear your name, what your sad ans worried about, just to help you feel better. A downside to this of some is if you are in the fair to cause trouble, you are in for a world of hurt. once again, Beppi has eyes and ears everywhere, and boy do they love to snitch.

Wally Warbles: To some, Wally is kind of a asshole. but, you try to own part of a theme park, raise a kid, AND have that kid be a genius at the same time. this dude is mega stressed, and has no wife/girlfriend to calm him down. Does this make him abusive to Wally Jr? hell no, Wally LOVES his kid and would give the world to him on a silver platter if he could. he just “accidentally” takes it put on rude patrons and people he just doesn’t like, which is most people. in a human verse, he is a retired fighter pilot from the war, so he hates Werner more than most. Wally is very proud of Wally jr, who most just call Jr since WJ and Wallace both sound stupid. Jr is very good friends with Dr. Kahl and Werner so Wally tolerates them...in small doses.

Grim Matchstick: the definition of gentle giant. This dude is the shyest of sweeties, plz give him hugs and smooches. Just not around Rumor, she might get jealous. Most people don’t visit his part of the park often since parents don’t feel comfortable having their children around an actual dragon. but to some, AKA the fantasy nuts like moi, this guy is the best! They actually get to cuddle a real dragon, and yes he will let you cuddle him, he loves it. The guy is shy, but touch-starved. pet the dragon, and he will be your best friend. he was deemed a freak by his parents since what kind of a dragon isn’t fierce and bloodthirsty. Think like this guy is the Ferdinand of dragons, if you get the reference. the rest of the workers in the fairground love the guy. he’s especially fond of Bon Bon and they love to share smore recipes.

well that’s it for isle 2. tune in next week for isle 3, and later.....*drum roll*...the devil’s casino! Goodbye, boos and baes. until next time.

#cuphead #cuphead headcanons #headcanons #isle 2 #baroness von bon bon #beppi the clown #djimmi the great #wally warbles #grim matchstick

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necrokittytales · 5 years

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 27)

Authors’ note: Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font. If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

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The sun was starting to set when the kids sold their last cookie. They celebrated their sales with a cheer and counted their winnings: you could buy two days worth of groceries! That was very good indeed. Pleased with their earnings, they ran to Hilda’s to give her the money.

Once at the observatory, they knocked at the door and Hilda opened seconds later.

“Oh! Hey kids! How did the baking go?” She smiled, leaning on the frame of the door, making sure not to be loud enough to attract the clown’s attention upstairs. She was surprised to see Spike and she frowned a little. She knew the kid and not for a good reason. Every time the school came to visit the observatory, the pup always tried to break something and get into trouble.

Harvey beamed proudly. “We did really well! Everyone really liked our cookies! Mina and I were able to sell them all with Spike’s help!”

Spike grunted. “I made sure nobody tried to nab a free cookie,” he grinned with his crooked smile.

Mina shook the metallic lock box holding their coins, making a clinking sound. “Look how much we made!” She gave the box to Hilda, who took it with a raised eyebrow.

Hilda opened the box and whistled. “Wow! You guys! This is a great help! Thank you so much!” She gave a hug to all of them, including Spike. Well, she had to force him a little, the pup did not take to physical attention as easily other the other two children. “I’m glad to see you’re putting your destructive energy to good use,” she whispered to the pup.

“All this work deserves to be rewarded!” She picked a few coins from the box and split it amongst the kids. “Thanks a lot…seriously.” She didn’t wanted to show it, but she was really touched by the gesture. She had a knot in her throat and she could feel her eyes getting glassy.

“Woah! Thank you! But we didn’t do this for the reward! We did this for the good of humanity…. and, you know… to help you,” little Mina said, referring to the possible arrival of violent extraterrestrials. “Right, guys?”

Harvey nodded. “I really like the observatory and I would be sad if we can’t get it rebuilt!”

Spike sighed. “Plus, where will the teacher take us on field trips? No field trips means more school and that sucks!” He whined.

Hilda smiled sincerely at them. “Aww, thank you! I didn’t realise you liked this place so much.”

‘One more reason to stay,’ Sagittarius pointed out in the woman’s head, making her smile even more.

“I’ll try to hurry up and fix this as soon as possible. And you’re welcome here anytime! You’re now my tiny VIPs.”

“Thank you, Miss Berg,” Harvey thanked, making sure he got the correct title this time. He tapped Mina. “Hey are you coming to sleep over tonight?”

Spike butted his head in. “What? You guys are having a sleepover?”

“Oh! Yeah! That would be so much fun! I just have to ask my mum real quick, but I’m sure she’ll say yes.” The kids said goodbye to the sky witch and headed to Mina’s. “You should come too, Spike. His dad makes fruit come out of ears!” The little bat explained mimicking the gesture of the magician.

“Your dad sounds like a quack!”

Harvey just silently prayed his sister wouldn’t make Spike a quilt.

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Beppi shooed Hilda away. “I got this, I got this! Just go organize your stars!”

Beppi had not awaken when the children had come to visit earlier that evening, much to Hilda’s relief. Unfortunately, he was still here even after she snuck in to check on him in the hopes that he would have taken off. So she was stuck with him until his obnoxious alarm went off, sending the clown tumbling over himself in a perfect pratfall.

Hilda rolled her eyes but finally obliged, casting her cloud and soaring into the night sky to enjoy the moonlight and the quiet away from the clown. He was pleased with this and set up his equipment. It was his first shift and he was a little groggy after a nap, but otherwise happy to start his shift of being a lookout.

If he had to be completely honest, however, he didn’t expect the dragon to REALLY come back to Hilda’s tower. That was like a criminal coming back to the scene of the crime. And he didn’t know any nostalgic criminals. Still, it was something to do and bugging Hilda had been an absolute delight! Not as good as the Baroness, but she was a close second for sure.

He really hoped Djimmi wasn’t too mad at him. The genie had been under a lot of stress as of late but he didn’t really share unless the clown managed to get him to smoke some of his special pipe. He should do that when he got home. Provided Hilda and he weren’t married by that point and running a bumper car business. These thoughts soon filled his dreams as he promptly fell back asleep.

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The skies were fully covered in dark clouds, hiding the moonlight, as night finally set upon the Isles.

Grim was not bothered by the darkness. Instead, he was trying to make himself less nervous, but he was not having much luck. He had spent hours thinking of the horrible, embarrassing thing he did earlier that day in Bon Bon’s castle, and tried to gather the courage to go out again. He wanted to recover his letter to Bon Bon that was sent to Hilda by 'fortunate’ mistake.

He kept playing in his head the awkward conversation Hilda and he would inevitably have, over and over again, until finally one of his heads got sick of it and forced him to get out and start flying towards the observatory, ignoring the rumbling of an approaching storm.

As he drew closer to Hilda’s home on top of the hill, he could feel his heart beat even faster. He so hoped the meteorologist hadn’t opened the letter yet. The storm that had been slow to approach was much closer now. A crash of thunder nearby, startled the dragon into a surprised roar, destabilizing his flight somewhat before he realized it was just thunder. He was really just too tense! He needed to hurry and get to her home so he could put this whole mess behind him. ____

Beppi was startled awake by the thunder. He looked at the tea next to him suspiciously. “Hmmmm, I wondered if Hilda drugged me…wouldn’t be the first.” The sound of a loud roar perked him up immensely and he stuck himself out of the window.

Coming toward the tower all shadowy and spooky like was a large dragon. Beppi gaped. “Wow, this IS really lucky!” He gleefully giggled and started to load his glitter cannon.

Grim was flew around the observatory, feeling sorry to see it in such a state. He looked for some lights or indication that the woman was home.

Beppi finished loading his sparkle cannon and took aim. He was still a bit too low so he reinflated his legs and he gave a happy grunt as he was able to aim more effectively. He spotted the dragon and paused.

“Huh, that kinda looks like Grim,” he mused. Then again, the dragon was supposed to look like him a bit. He shrugged and fired.

Grim heard what he thought was a very small thunder, before something painful struck his thigh. He released another, and more terrifying, growl, thankfully managing to keep himself stable in the air as a soft rain started to fall around him.

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The time away from the observatory was a pleasant change for Hilda. It allowed her to calm down, diminishing, although not destroying, the urge to strangle Beppi. She spread the stars out across the night sky, unfortunately missing a few constellations she had forgotten in her hurry to escape the clown.

When she was done, she took the chance to fully clear her head. Taking a deep breath, she settled comfortably on her cloud and admired her work. The view of the stars on the blackness of the infinite universe helped her put thing in perspective. It wasn’t too bad that her observatory was partially destroyed, she realized. It could have been much worse. Like what had destroyed her house when she was on the bed with-.

'Oh! We should definitely do that again!’ Gemini interrupted all too cheerfully in their recognisable unison. Hilda rolled her eyes. She did agree with them that as much fun as she had with Cagney, it was most certainly a one time thing.

'What are you afraid of?’ Sagittarius tried to figure out.

“I’m not afraid of nothing!” The stubborn woman yelled, “I just…don’t feel the same way.”

'Again, you DO realize we are inside your head right?’ Tauros pointed out, rolling his eyes. 'Of course you have feelings for him. We want to kill him, remember?’ Now it was Hilda’s turn to roll her eyes as the rain started to pitter patter around her.

“Leave me alone for a moment, please! I just want to enjoy-!” She heard some kind of growl in the distance. For a second, the sound confused until her thoughts jumped on the possibility that it could be Cagney, who might have turned into his monstrous form for some reason. Though for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why at this point.

'Well, seeing the clown in your place in the evening might be a good reason. IF he’s the jealous type,” Tauros suggested with an invisible smile, delighting himself with the idea of a possible scuffle with the carnation.

'Don’t be silly!’ Sagittarius said, “It’s probably the mirror dragon! We better head home fast! Beppi might be in danger! He is still injured, right?!’ Hilda opened her eyes widely at the thought before turning into a blimp and rocketing through the clouds towards her home. ____

Beppi reloaded another canister of glitter, noting that the first case he shot did a really good job of making the dragon really shimmer.

He was a bit surprised the mirror dragon wasn’t already glittery like it was in the circus. He started to chuckle. "Knowing how things go, it’s probably Grim!” He fired again, now smiling even wider at the thought of dousing Grim in glitter and sequins

Grim roared again at the second impact. He spiraled slightly out of control but this time he was able to see where the projectile came from. “Miss B-b-berg! Why are you shooting me!?” He managed to shout, flying closer to the window, not knowing Beppi was the shooter. “It’s m-me! Grim!”

There was a heavy rain now. Lighting and thunder filed the skies, illuminating the shadowy silhouette of the dragon.

____

Beppi scratched his head. He has about 75% sure this was not the dragon they were looking for. Then again, it WAS glittery now - granted it was probably due to him shooting it with glitter but that was beside the point.

He loaded up on canisters and shot it just above the dragon so it would explode, completely drenching it with the glitter. It was even brighter than a disco ball!

Grim growled angrily as the explosion of the glitter and sequins got into his eyes, blinding him. As he struggled to paw the material away from his eyes, Hilda advanced upon him from the skies. She spotted the flailing, shiny dragon near her home and saw red.

“The crystal dragon!” She furiously hollered. The dragon seemed like it was going to crash into her house, so she immediately gathered a small tornado and threw the spiraling wind towards it. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, YOU BASTARD!”

The tornado reached its target, tossing him away from the house. Grim had to do a great effort to stay in the air, and growled again, confused.

Beppi stopped firing at this point as Hilda swooped in from the sky. He cracked his knuckles. “Whelp! I’ve done my part! Time to grab a snack!”

Grim stabilized his flight, managing to clean his eyes. He looked around, trying to find where the voice came from and what it actually said, for the thunder and heavy rain prevented him from hearing and seeing clearly. He was starting to get really scared. Another thunder boomed near him, making him think it was another of the glitter bombs. He quickly spat a huge flame and turned around frantically, giving him the appearance of whirling fireball in the night sky.

Hilda was too close and didn’t have enough time to doge the attack, forcing her to quickly transform into Gemini. The twin constellation split just in time for the fire to pass between them.

“You’re gonna get it now!” Gemini yelled, creating their golden sphere and shooting projectiles towards the dragon.

Grim felt the hits and growled in pain. He decided it was probably best to flee than to confront whatever was attacking him.

Gemini saw him trying to escape and grinned. “Oh, no you don’t!” Clouds covered their bodies and Tauros thrusted with a snarl towards the scared creature and crashed him against the wall of the cliff, where Hilda’s house stood. Grim released a painful roar and sunk his claws into the rocky surface to prevent him from falling down.

Taurus took the opportunity to strike the dragon a few more times before the dragon could finish scrambling up the wall back up to the house. Grim retaliated with whip-like attacks of his tail and a few fireballs. The heavy water of the rain started to wash the dragon’s scales making him less shiny, but Tauros was too focused in his anger to realize it. ____

Another thundering shake of the observatory finally cajoled Beppi to look outside as he ate his snack. “Looks like Hilda’s taking on the dragon. Neato!” He searched through his bags until he found the long, blonde wig and fluffy pom poms he had packed in anticipation of something like this.

He climbed through the hole, put the wig on and started cheering enthusiastically. “Go, Hilda, go! Go, Hilda, go!”

Tauros was about to thrust again when he heard Beppi’s cheers. He looked up and his eyes shined with anger. “You can walk!?”

Grim saw his chance and hit the bull with his tail, giving him the opportunity to get a better look at what he was dealing with. The hit made Taurus lose his focus and transform back into Hilda, who had to immediately summon her cloud to avoid falling.

“Ok! That’s it! NOW I’M PISSED!” She yelled as the clouds started to cover her body to turn into her final form.

Grim finally recognized the woman. “No! No! Wait! It’s me, Grim!” He shouted to the sky witch. At the sound of his voice, she halted mid transformation.

“Grim!?” She exclaimed, emerging from the clouds, still in her human form. “What the fuck!? You scared the shit out of me!”

“I scared y-you!?” The dragon replied with teary eyes. It was obvious he was terrified.

“Well, yeah! I thought you were that shiny dragon who destroyed my observatory!” The woman flew closer to the dragon and pet him gently. “I’m sorry.” She looked back, frowning at the clown, her eyes still shining with anger. “Come, Grim, let’s get dry before we catch a cold.”

____

Grim and Hilda stared angrily at the clown as all three sat at the kitchen table, a tea set spread out for them. Well as best as Grim could sit considering he didn’t quite fit into the home. Hilda had to rig up a series of tents and sheets to provide a makeshift protection for the rest of Grim’s body that could not fit within the confines of the home. Grim had the suspicion Beppi knew all along it was him. And Hilda was angry to see him walking and cheering like he never got hurt, which meant all the hugging and caring he had asked from her was absolutely unnecessary.

Beppi continued to smile at both of them. “Sooooo…..how are things going?”

The two bosses were still glaring at him and he couldn’t figure out why. “I feel like you’re both upset with me somehow.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh right! One second!” He reached up and pulled off the wig. “There, you know my secret. I’m not a natural blonde,” he sighed, pouting

“You made me hug you….” Hilda said softly but in a very angry tone. “And you were just FAKING IT?!” Grim rolled his eyes and drank a bit of his tea, his body still sore from the glitter cannons and the fight with Hilda.

Beppi’s smile got a bit smaller. "Would you rather I had been seriously injured?”

Hilda felt a bit guilty, maybe she was overreacting. Again. But she didn’t like being played for a fool neither. “No! Of course not! But, c'mon! You emotionally manipulated me. That’s not cool.” She sipped her tea, trying to gulp the guilt building up in her throat.

Grim had no idea what they were talking about, and he thought it would be wise to stay out of it and wait the proper moment to state his business here. He took the chance to discreetly look around for the letter.

“Am I?”

Beppi pulled up one of his legs up to show a hastily patched long hole. It was already starting to open up again. “Comedic timing makes things hurt less,” he explained with a grimace.

The woman swallowed loudly. “I-I-I’ll help you patch that properly. L-later,” she said, lowering her voice until it was almost a whisper. She avoided the clown’s eyes and tried to hide behind her mug.

“Wow! What happened?” Grim asked, worried. “You need to go to the hospital?”

Beppi stretched and slowly got up with a limp. “No, just back to the circus is all! Give me a day or so and I’ll be right as rain. Just like this rain!” He opened the door and gestured to the rain.

They both looked looked at each other, worriedly.

“If you’re leaving, let me at least give you a lift!” she offered, standing up.

“Oh, or, I can take you. It’s on my way, anyhow. I just need to recover something first.” Grim said shyly.

Beppi shook his head. “Oh no thanks! I’ll just float home! I’m sure I’ll see you both later!” The clown inflated his head and slowly floated back toward the second isle.

Hilda couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved. Having the clown around was really starting to get to her nerves, not to mention the guilt! She truly hoped he would recover soon. After watching Beppi float away, the meteorologist turned to the dragon. “So what’s that something you want to recover? I don’t remember you lending me anything lately.”

“Oh… yeah.. uh… it’s… it’s about…a m-misdirected letter….” The dragon blushed.

“A let~oh! Right!” She smirked. “You mean….” She walked to the counter near the door and opened a drawer, pulling out the letter. .“..this very honest letter you wrote to Bon Bon?”

Grim turned a more intense shade of red. “Y-yeah…that one…I see you have read it…d-did you showed it to Bon Bon?” He asked, afraid of the answer.

“Not yet.” She sat back at the table. “Where did you get the courage to write and send this letter? I mean, no offense, but you don’t really strike me as the 'direct approach’ type.” She let the letter settle on the table between them.

“Uh, yeah. I had a little encouragement from a friend…and Cagney.” Grim replied, embarrassed.

“I knew I recognized this handwriting.” She pointed to the envelope. “But I don’t understand the mix up. This was obviously for Bon Bon, so how come Cagney wrote my address?”

“Well… uh… we were v-very drunk, I guess he must have wrote it b-by reflex.” The dragon decided to keep the existence of Cagney’s letter a secret until Bon Bon decided to give the letter to her. “I should g-go now. It’s getting late and I’m still sore from the f-fight.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” Hilda apologized nervously.

“It’s alright… uh.. just… one last t-thing.”

“Yeah?”

“P-p-please don’t tell Bon Bon! I d-don’t want her t-to know that I… I….”

“That you want to see how she looks without her dress?” She giggled, making the dragon very uncomfortable and red with embarrassment. “Don’t worry! I won’t say anything. But you should tell her how you feel before it’s too late.”

Grim nodded shyly and thanked the woman for the tea before taking the letter and flying back to his tower. Hilda found herself alone once more. She took a deep breath, trying to take in the peace.

'How come you never take your own advice?’. Sagittarius asked, making the woman cringe.

____

Finally, Grim got back home with the cursed letter and opened it to read its content one last time before turning it into ashes. His eyes opened wide and his jaw fell, his two other heads popped out to the surprise of the content of this envelope.

“Oh… that fucking clown….” They all said in unison. ____

Isabella agreed to let Mina go have a sleepover at Harvey’s. After helping her gather her things together, she kissed her goodnight and sent her off before finally turning on herself. She started to get ready herself, for tonight might be the night King Dice would show up.

It didn’t take long for Isabella to reach the Night Owl Club. She walked in, filled with a confidence that cleverly disguised the fact that was indeed blind. “Good evening, Isabella.” The bartender and the rest of the staff greeted the woman as she walked by.

“There has been some changes for tonight.” Oliver, the rooster who worked as a host, said, a bit worried to the bat. “Our lead singer Patricia Parakeet is back, so you will be her back-up singer for tonight.”

Isabella felt awful about this new information. She didn’t mind being a back-up singer but she was expecting King Dice to show up and get a chance to impress him with her musical talents. She would a harder time doing this if she was in the back.

“Oh! Well, that is great! I’m glad she recovered so quickly,” she lied. “Are you going to introduce us?”

“Of course, of course! She’s in her changing room now. We’ll have to wait 'till she comes out. She, ah, doesn’t like to be disturbed.”

Isabella greeted the band and sat at the bar to wait for the lead singer, drinking water with lemon. ____

Patricia sat in her dressing room, fuming. She had to share the stage. She NEVER had to share the stage before. But all of her squawking and shrieking did nothing to change Marvin’s mind. Apparently the other girl had signed a contract. Which was a bunch of bird seed in her opinion. Who just signed some girl from nowhere up for a gig? Marvin was as dense as he was short sighted.

She applied the blush heavily to her puffed up yellow feathery cheeks. "I’m should be the one who travels the world, recording records and singing for royalty!” She scowled, adjusting the boa around her neck. She practiced a few bars, applied some throat spray before smirking. “We’ll see what Daddy has to say after he gets back from his business trip!”

She finished up dressing and stepped out, her beady eyes immediately scanning the bar for any new faces. Particularly any dumb floozies that were stupid enough to try to steal her gig. There was a peahen that tried one time and, well, one of her feathers made for a wonderful decoration for Patricia’s hat. And let’s just say the beautiful feathery boar around her neck had been a delightful gift from her father after she had him remove that trio of flamingos that tried to force her to be a back-up singer.

Her eyes fell on a mature bat and she paused. This wasn’t the competition she was expecting. But bats weren’t know to be powerful singers so she confidently swayed toward the woman. “Are you the back up singer?” She asked when she got close enough, ruffling her feathers.

Isabella’s ears wiggled at the sound of approaching steps and her nose twitched at the smell of strong perfume. “Hi! Yes I am. And you are Miss Parakeet?” She guessed, judging for the expensive scent she was wearing.

Patricia smiled at the introduction. “Yes, I’m Patricia Parakeet. But you will continue to refer to me as Miss Parakeet. Not Patricia and NEVER Patty. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Miss Parakeet.” Isabella smiled. She wasn’t the first star wannabe she encountered. And she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. It was best to let her think she was in charge. “Your voice is very familiar! Where have you performed before here?” Better gather some intel, she thought.

Patricia smirked. “Ha! I truly doubt you have heard me before. I only sing at places where the patrons are real class acts. Cream of the crop, the like you wish you had a chance to even glimpse at. But you will have the opportunity to hear me tonight.” She leaned in a bit closer. “There’s a chance of a promoter coming tonight and if you screw this up for me or try to upstage me in some way, I will make life in the isles very, VERY uncomfortable for you. Do we understand each other?”

“Oh my! Coming on a bit strong, are we? You feel threatened by my voice, dear?” Isabella used her enticing tone to show how charming she could get.

Patricia snorted at the bat’s attempt. She recognized the change in tone. She couldn’t copy it, but she could recognize it well enough. “Hardly! I can’t have an amateur mucking things up for me! And if you hadn’t signed on with Marvin, you would already be gone.”

The bird started to walk away only to pause. “Don’t think you’re the only one who can win a crowd, sister. I’m not just a pretty parrot.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know about your looks, but you certainly are a smelly one if you need that amount of perfume.” She finished her drink. “Should we practice, Miss Parakeet?” she asked innocently.

Patricia had picked up a very thin champagne flute but at Isabella’s words, she snapped the stem in half. “Smelly? Figures you bats only have a refined sense of hearing, not smell!” She hissed. She patted her feathers down at the sight of patrons starting to walk in.

“I’ve already practiced, but I’m sure you could use a warm up. Perhaps in the alley attached to the kitchen? Where they throw out the dish water.”

The bat stood up and walked towards the band. "You know what? I’ll wing it,” she said, waving her delicate wings, “That way you’ll have a better chance to get noticed by the promoter.” She smirked, but got distracted and stumbled into a table with a thud. “La naiba!” the woman cursed, embarrassed, and walked slowly towards the stage.

The Lounge Lizards had just finished tuning their instrument when Patricia stepped on stage. She started to croon, not putting too much effort in as the night had barely got started. Still it earned a whistle or two from the small amount of patrons and she couldn’t help but shoot the blind bat a dirty look.

Isabella started the evening as a pretty good back singer, adapting her tone to the bird’s voice as the song required it. She didn’t overstep into Patricia’s spotlight and let her continue on, letting her become overconfident. The night just started, and the bat knew she would get her chance to wipe her shoes with Patricia’s feathers.

During the short intermissions between songs, Oliver would stop by to critique them, to say how good they looked out there and how well they complimented each other. And more importantly, if any promoters had arrived. Isabella acted humble in front of the rooster, but whenever the singers were alone, they would get right back to the fighting.

It was during one of those spat breaks where Patricia really found herself getting riled up by the nonchalance of the bat. “What do you hope to get out of this? A free ride to some of the most elite clubs? Money? You wouldn’t know what to do with class if it came and bit you in the ass.”

Marvin tried his best to ignore the women’s squabbling. At least the two could sing well even if they were at each other’s throats. He started to walk toward the bar to reorganize the stash only to freeze as the atmosphere changed.

There was no mistaking the new visitor and he turned quickly toward him, rubbing his hands together. “Aw, King Dice! What an absolute pleasure for you to visit my little club!”

The large casino house boss stepped toward the mole. “Little might be stretching it, Marvin.”

Marvin nodded, glad no debt collection was happening. “Can I get you a whiskey neat, or sour patch on the rocks?”

King Dice shook his head. “Perhaps later, I’m here for business reasons.”

“Business?” He gulped hesitantly. The last time someone from the Casino was here for “business”, a couple of arms were broken and the wall paper had to be replaced. However, none of those things had happened yet so Marvin was cautiously optimistic. King Dice chuckled.

“Well I hear you’ve got two singers that are a choice bit of calico.”

The mole brightened up. “Oh! You mean Isabella and Patricia! Yes, yes. Had you wanted to meet them?”

“I would be most obliged.” The mole lead King Dice to the stage at the sign of a break and winced as he overheard the two women bickering. “Ladies,” he interrupted, “I would like you to meet a friend of the club, King Dice.”

Isabella’s ears perked up, but she kept her cool. Finally, there was his opportunity to meet King Dice. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Dice,” she said, charmly, taking a lovely pose, with one hand on her hips, that innocently showed her soft curves.

King Dice very subtly took in her figure. “Well hi de ho, ma'am. You must be Isabella?”

“And I’m Patricia!” Patricia interrupted, pushing her way in front of Isabella and batting her eyelashes.

King Dice smirked. “You certainly are. How long have you both been singing?”

The bat smiled at Patricia’s childish way to interrupt, for that proved she was nervous and more prompt to make a mistake.

“Well…”. She played shyly. “My origins are humble, but my hardwork has taken me far. Started singing in the lower districts in Paris when I was eight, and somehow I made my way to Germany, England, Italy…and now here.” She added a subtle sensual inflection into that last sentence, hoping that King Dice would pick up on that, and hopefully, fall for his charms.

King Dice smiled appreciatively at Isabella’s summary. “I like a woman who’s traveled. A gal who knows her onions.” He turned to Patricia. “And how about you?”

Patricia fluffed up her feathers. “Well, I’m a born natural! But daddy made sure I had the best lessons anyway even though he says that you can’t improve perfection,” She tweeted happily.

The casino employee raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Well, you ain’t certainly no canceled stamp, that’s for sure. Do you have family around here?”

Isabella shrugged. She didn’t like to talk about her Mina in the club. You never knew who could be listening, and years of hiding had made the bat paranoid. Still, she was planning on staying here for while, so he would eventually find out regardless.

She cleared her throat and recovered her confidence. “I like to travel light”. She kept smiling. “ I only bring my daughter with me.”

King Dice grinned even wider at that. “Well, that’s just sweet. So you and Miss Parakeet here? How long have you worked together?”

Patricia waved a feather, flopping Isabella in the face. “Oh she hasn’t been here very long at all! She’s a temp is all. Just one of my background singers until my career really takes flight if ya know what I mean,” she winked at the older dice.

Isabella’s nose got tickled by the feather, and the woman decided to not hold it back and sneezed on Patricia. “Oh! Dear! I’m SO sorry!” She fakely apologized. “My nose is very sensitive, you know?” She had to make an effort not to laugh.

“Well hopefully your nose isn’t too sensitive for all the cigar smoke around here. I’m from a place that caters to a certain type of clientele that values their vices, including have a drag or two.” Patricia shrieked and made a motion to strike the bat with her wing.

King Dice took Ms. Parakeet’s wing. “I’m sure you could find it possible in your incredible large heart to allow Isabella here a chance to sing as well. I’d hate to have to leave if I didn’t think things were…fair.”

Patricia was irritated but didn’t want to wreck her chances. “I suppose she could have a turn. But only ONE song. She IS back up, afterall.”

He grinned. “I’m sure that will be enough for me to determine who has the greater stage presence.” The King waved them both off as he turned around. “I look forward to hearing what you girls sing.”

“I will not disappoint you,” Isabella said sweetly as King Dice walked away. Once she was certain he was out of hearing range, she turned to Patricia. "Well, I’ll let you go first dear. I wouldn’t want to put you in the position of following my act.” she said, full of confidence.

Patricia smiled. “Yes, I can only see how appropriate that is. After all, it’s beauty before age.”

“Isn’t the saying 'age before beauty’?” Marvin asked as he walked by the two women.

“Nobody asked you, Marvin!” Patricia tweeted angrily. She strutted back up to the stage and quickly chatted with the band before approaching the microphone with a sensual smile to her lips.

“How many of you boys here want to feel special tonight?” She asked before she started to croon.

____

'She has a strong stage presence, I’ll give her that…’ Isabella thought to herself hearing how the audience cheered and whistled to the bird. 'If she wasn’t such a diva wannabe, I could learn a thing or two from her…’

The sing ended and everybody broke in a applause, including herself.

Patricia blew a couple of sweet birdie kisses to the crowd, already spotting a pile of telephone numbers waiting for her on one of the watier’s trays. She flipped her tail feathers at Isabella. “Hope you fly well because there’s no way you’re reaching the bar that I just set with that”

The bat smiled at the bird, trying to show confidence. Truth was, she was starting to doubt herself.

She talked to the band and Oliver accompanied her to the microphone.

“Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s hear it again for Miss Parakeet!” Isabella spoke into the microphone. Everybody started cheering again. “She’s a wonderful inspiration to us singers all around the world,” she continued talking as the applause started to fade. “And I have to thank her for giving me the chance to prove my worth here tonight. Thank you, Miss Parakeet, for trusting in me”. She sounded sincere and elicited some admiration applause from the crowd.

The music started and Isabella waited for her cue. “Trussst in meeee…” The song began and she accompanied every phrase with subtle sensual movements of her body.

The audience grew mesmerized by her enticing tone and the snake like movements she did with her body.

It was as if a spell has been placed over the crowd - a fact that did not go unnoticed by King Dice. Even he found the bat very mesmerizing indeed. It appeared Chips and Mangosteen had been on to something after all. It would almost make up for the fact that he was going to be assigning them extra shifts for having dragged him out of an important meeting for this.

Yes, a singer like this could do very well at the Casino and he started drafting up the contract in his head already

The song ended and the public broke into an applause and cheered at the new talent. Isabella thanked them and Oliver helped her back down the stage. She hoped King Dice was as pleased as the audience.

Patricia shook her head as if she was waking up from a dream and confusedly looked around. Everyone was cheering enthusiastically and she furrowed her feathered brow in confusion. How did this happen? Was she a witch?! Not a missed note nor an accidental warble. There was no way this could have been happened.

The evening continued as normal, with both singers on stage this time. The public was very pleased and the evening got very animated.

It was time for the singers to take a break and Isabella headed to the bar and ordered a glass of water with lemon. She was starting to get worried. Patricia had a talent to change tones very quickly and it was a bit hard for her to follow sometimes. She wondered if that would hurt her chances to get picked by the casino owner.

She took a sip of her drink and tried to relax. Her thoughts shifted to her deceased lover and sadness rushed in her heart like a wave. If she played her cards right, she might get him back again.

“Tonic water and lemon?” King Dice observed as he took a seat next to her, “I respect that. It’s not professional to get zozzled on the clock.”

They could hear Patricia guffaw as she sat on a table surrounded by some of the males. “Oh you’re so funny, Charlie!” She laughed, gently hitting a bloke and taking another dip of her martini.

Her ears perked at the voice of the man and she quickly recover her charming facade, showing a sweet smile. “Some people need a bit of liquid confidence.” She chuckled. “Enjoying the show so far?”

King Dice motioned for the bartender to bring him a drink. “Quite. Any chance I could borrow some of your time for a private conversation?”

She hid her enthusiasm. “Of course. If you like, we can go to the changing room backstage. To talk. In private”. She felt like she needed to clarify. Although, he did sound like a gentleman, and it had been a while since she was handle by a gentleman. Her cheeks blushed slightly, and her heat rate started to become dormant, as it has been for years.

King Dice smiled. “You sweet bunny, I ain’t no skirt chaser.” He followed her into the dressing room and took a seat. “Miss Isabella, I am the house manager for a little place at the edge of the isles called the Devil’s Casino. I’m responsible for a lot day to day tasks, special events and tournaments, as well as the entertainment. And from what I’ve seen tonight, I think you would make a good addition to our staff. Is something that would tickle your interests?”

The bat widened her smile. “Indeed it does, Mr Dice! When can I start?” She said sweetly, feeling closer to her goals.

The dice smiled and retrieved a piece of paper. “You could start this week if it so pleases you.”

He laid the paper flat on the table in front of the bat, the raised dots on the parchment indicating the braille text. “The casino doesn’t just employ anyone off the street, mind you. That Patricia bird is a very lovely doll, but she doesn’t have the right lifestyle for a position like this. We like to employ those that have more experience, maturity,” King Dice started to explain.

He pulled out a pen and held it out to the eager woman. “An employee who knows to follow the rules because they have something…or someone to lose if they don’t,” he added, still keeping a smile on his face.

Isabella heard the warnings of the casino owner, and she didn’t like what he was implying. Still, she caressed the paper sheet with the tip of her fingers and started reading the dots on it. It seemed like a standard contract.

She held the pen nervously. She was so close to get what she wanted. Not only would she work at the Devil’s Casino, but she would have easier access to the Big Boss himself. It was just a matter of time.

She signed the contract with a lovely, well calligraphed signature, and extended her arm to shake his. “Thank you very much for giving me the chance, Mr Dice. I won’t disappoint” She said sweetly.

King Dice plucked the paper away and stuck it into his breast pocket. “We look forward to having you on board. Swing by this week when you’re ready to start.”

He excused himself and left the room, leaving Isabella alone. He made eye contact with Patricia as he walked through the bar and smiled and nodded at her.

Patricia froze, not needing words to understand what had happened. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to use some of her own words to express HER displeasure what happened.

“Are you freakin serious?!” She shrieked, nearly making KD laugh.

Marvin went to assuage her. “Patricia, calm down.”

“She wasn’t even here for a week!”

“Trust me, I’m just as disappointed as you are. I would have loved nothing more than for you to leave as well,” Marvin admitted.

Patricia really fluffed up her feathers and pushed away some of the guys she had attracted. She went to the bar and ordered something heavy. She would make that bat if it was the last thing she did.

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CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06, CHAPTER 07, CHAPTER 08, CHAPTER 09, CHAPTER 10; CHAPTER 11; CHAPTER 12 ; CHAPTER 13 ; CHAPTER 14 ; CHAPTER 15; CHAPTER 16 ; (nsfw) CHAPTER 17 ; CHAPTER 18 ; CHAPTER 19 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 20 ; CHAPTER 21 ; CHAPTER 22 ; CHAPTER 23 ; CHAPTER 24 ; CHAPTER 25 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 26 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 27 (you’re here now!)

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If skeles play Cuphead, which bosses would skeles likely have difficulty beating & why?

13: Good game! one I was terrible at but still a good game. I also really like the Casino cups AU, because the style is gorgeous and story is so fun.

SansDjimmi the Great. Sans isn’t really good at any of the plane levels but Djimmi the great gave him the most difficulty out of all of them.

PapyrusCala Maria. There is very little room to move around in this level what with bullets and squids and ghost and puffer fish. Papyrus often finds himself trying to dodge one enemy only to run head first into a different one.

RedKing Dice. the fights themselves aren’t that difficult to him but he keeps screwing up the dice roll and having to fight a lot as well as restarting the board that he loses health over a long period of time.

EdgeThe Root Pack. Edge doesn’t usually play video games so he isn’t that good at any of them. The first boss of the game gives him the most trouble mainly because he rages after defeated them and refuses to play anymore so he has no others to compare to.

BlueBaroness Von Bon Bon, there is just a lot going on in this level, like more than usual and with everything being sweets related he finds himself becoming more distracted than normal.

OrangeAs the Venetian gamer of the group he actually had a fairly easy time compared to everyone else and didn’t get stuck too often, usually only having to replay a level once or twice to learn the patterns. One level he got a bit distracted by was Rumor Honeybottoms but that was because he found it so amusing.

Berry Hilda Berg. He finds her cloud forms annoyingly hard to dodge and considers her persistent laughter as a form of mockery which makes him madder and consequently play worse.

SyrupBeppi the Clown. He’s not really sure why he had so much trouble with this boss but it’s one that he died on over 20 times.

#undertale #undertale san #undertale papyrus #underfell #Underfell Papyrus #underfell sans #underSwap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #undertale imagines

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klai-draws-16xoxo · 5 years

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STRAWBERRY TEA

Age:27

Gender: Female

The wife of Djimmi the great after giving birth to her son puphead

And life a happy life with her husband and son

And she decided one Day to visit one of the islands that near inkwell

But she didn’t return what happened to her and will She come back?

#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #klai draws #community #cuphead au #follow #like #strawberry tea #cuphead oc

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im-nicky-stuff-blog · 5 years

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Painting

What time was it? Even she did not know and she did not seem to mind

It was ... strange, very strange, the Baroness always considered herself free when it came to talking or expressing herself, but it was not enough, she had things that she could not say in a simple way, there are times when we also swallow our words but she I could not contain it, she wanted to speak, although she did it in a strange way but I had to do it

There's the strange part, but what the hell is this crazy woman talking to with a portrait of her great grandmother at 3 in the morning?

It was the question everyone in that castle and all her friends in general, she did not have a viable explanation

He could only say that he found great satisfaction in being able to talk to him or even scream at the painting to let off steam, yes, it was a crazy thing, but he liked to do it

On that occasion, she was sitting on a bench with her pajamas on while sitting thoughtfully hunched her back looking seriously at the happy painting where her great grandmother was seen in a dress made with cotton candy and chocolate, he knew his great grandmother for making strange combinations

The Baroness just looked at that picture, seriously, did not look at another one or called her attention, she only looked at that specific one, she believed that the others did not have the same "magic" as the aforementioned Queen

Finally, Bombón could not sleep of so many thoughts covering his mind and he knew that those thoughts were not going to leave him until he let off steam, let's say he had a few to sing to him

– ... Can you believe it? ... I know, I do not believe it ... – I look annoyed the place a few seconds to get up and keep talking – I told Beppi that he should not enter that pyramid but noooo, the very wuebon decided to enter and found a genius all muscular and handsome that would conquer half island, no, half Inkwell, I told him not to be fond of him but he ignored me? No, sometimes I do not know why I got upset, Fuck – he kept going round and round while complaining with the painting as if his dead great grandmother gave him the answers of his fucking existence – now it's my turn to help Beppi with that Djimmi, but Djimmi also does not do his part since the imbecile went to a date with a girl with, a girl! And she was not even good, damn me I can find a girl much better than her in the street, but you would have seen how fake she looked, you would die again just by seeing her, Thanks to the sky that attacked the seagulls –Discrimination taking out all the anger that had accumulated since the afternoon while the guards who were doing their night shift tried to ignore it, but they had to admit that she gave them good gossip, seriously, their complaints were like their nightly soap opera –

– We should...? – You just stay firm

– I'm like this, but this close to cutting off that asshole's head –along with his fingers as a sign of "small" while looking threateningly at the painting– if first I find a neck, you'll believe that I exacome but you would do the same, I say , I'll leave it to the Friendzone slut!

–Nooo –whispered both guards watching from the door to the Baroness not being able to resist the drama–

– Beppi was going to confess to him but he did not have the courage and Djimmi went all happy with the stupid woman to a date–

– Friend but that imbecile –said Muffsky Cherniko eating popcorn along with Sergeant Gumbo Gumball watching attentive to his night show where did the popcorn come from? Well, this was not the first time they did night watch and the Baroness started talking to the painting–

– Oh poor Beppi –answered the opposite carrying a handful of popcorn to his mouth until Lord Gob Packer appeared behind them and caught them with his hands in the dough–

– Hey, what are you doing? You're supposed to look around ... Oh god, is the baroness doing it again?

–Yes ...– answered his boyfri...EH! I mean, I say, Gumbo Gumball–

– Open a space and give me a bottle of popcorn – was placed next to the aforementioned and began to pay attention as a good gossip –

–Now I have a very sad clown locked in a tent listening to sad music because according to the "Negative plus negative positive" look, I did not put a zape because he gave me pity, if he broke his heart in half I I'll cut your face in half but I have not done it yet because I'm decent, of course, point to two cups with a shotgun, but I'm still decent

– I've arrived late? What happened now? –Now Kernel Von Pop had arrived to see how the three guards piled looking at the room of the portraits –

–Djimmi went to a date with a whore, I leave Beppi in the Friendzone and now Beppi is very depressed –answered Cupcake without looking at him while still not diverting his attention from the Baroness –

–Swear to me!

–I swear!

–Damn, they were my favorite couple –confessed disappointed–

–Agh, it would be better if you prepare grandma, this is going to be the worst drama I'm going to live, I feel as if a hurricane is approaching –he sat down again on the bench looking carefully at the portrait– oh do not wait, forget that Rumor is still in love with the flower that

–5 dollars to which he makes a reference to Hamilton –Gumball whispered to Muffsky, who nodded at him instantly–

– ... Do not be surprised if tomorrow I go to Djimmi's pyramid, I interrupt in your living room and I sing "Congratulations" to go all the way ... Will Beppi be alone in the park singing "Burn"? –after ask that question, went to the window and began to look at the park from afar– mmmm ... no, there is no fire ... yet ...

– As were two references pay double –Gumball with a victorious smile received the 10 dollars while Muffsky rolled his eyes– come with Daddy ~

– Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Grandma Tatara, it's always a pleasure to talk to you –I look at the painting with a smile and then turn off the living room lamps and go out the doors and go straight to your room to go to sleep as if nothing had happened– If there's new news, I'll tell you immediately ...

And that's where the sweet girl was completely lost from the guards' sight, but just as she left, Mr. Waffington arrived with some popcorn in his hands and looking with disappointment at the dark room

–Oh rays! Do not tell me I missed the Baroness with the portrait –

–Sorry brother, it'll be for the next night-

–Owwww ...

The royal family never came to understand why their royal gentlemen spent their time muttering and talking to each other at breakfast while looking at the Baroness

#Paiting #Cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #Baroness von bonbon #Beppi the Clown #Djimmi the great #Muffsky Cherniko #Sergeant Gumbo Gumball #Lord God Packe #Kernel von pop #Mr. Waffington #drama

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lambcaey · 6 years

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Casino Cups: Life Goes On (Part 1)

This three-part fanfic is largely based on the awesome Cuphead AU known as Ask Cups and Casinos, but could apply to the Cuphead fandom in general, too (just long before the Cup bros start working at the casino). Definitely check it out!

Credit goes to Bright Goat for the AU (hope I did justice to your amazing work!) Enjoy!

Part 2

Casino Cups: Life Goes On (Part 1)

Silence without serenity; stillness with a sense of foreboding; a feeling of calm clashing with that of rapidly-growing fear. That was how it felt during the first few minutes without Elder Kettle. One minute, he was tearfully professing his love for his grandsons. The next, there lay nothing in bed but a shallow husk of china. This wasn't to say that it happened completely out of nowhere. The man was getting on in years, and his family couldn't afford the kind of medical treatment that would preserve his already very long life. Despite the Isles' long history of supernatural phenomena, none of the local mystics could conjure up anything guaranteeing immortality, aside from repeating the horrific mistake of making another deal with the Devil. Nevertheless, no matter how aware the boys were of this day coming, they still weren't ready when it eventually occurred. By the time he'd reached his final hours, Elder Kettle had stopped trying to escape his fate. Instead, he came to terms with it as a fact of life, a life that was as happy and fulfilling as it could ever be for him. Even as the last of his family stood before him, begging him not to go, Elder Kettle left this plane of existence with a smile, completely at peace. It took a great deal of will power after such an intense shock, but the boys eventually forced themselves to leave their grandfather's bedside for the proper postmortem preparations. It was almost too painful to even look at their elder's corpse anymore. They didn't want to leave him, but, at the same time, there wasn't anything left to hold on to; just an empty shell in which a warm, caring, and loving soul once resided. It was incredibly unnerving, the idea of something this traumatic and heartbreaking occurring in this cheery, colorful, whimsical world. Every other element of life, even death, had some sort of silly, cartoon-like slant, at least from Cuphead and Mugman's perspective. Seeing stars; pupils rolling in their heads; a giant lump that could be brought down with the swing of a hammer; any sort of injury or illness was presented with the classic "Rule of Funny" that usually dictated the rules of physics and natural order in Inkwell Isle. Here, there wasn't any of that. No soul to parry, no ghost to interact with; Elder Kettle was plainly, simply, and completely gone. This event was just another item of this world's never-ending list of questionable occurrences. The only real shock from it was how starkly it contrasted to the rest of Inkwell Isle. Naturally, such a rare phenomenon of this magnitude could hardly be kept a secret. The news spread fast to the other residents in the isles, and, within the next half hour, virtually all of them had arrived at the boys' doorstep. Of course, there were exceptions. As much as the Devil and King Dice relished the misery of others, this particular soul was of no real value to them, which would make the experience more boring and pointless than anything else. Weepy also had to remain outside, lest he start flooding the house with his rivers of tears (more so than usual). Everyone else was either mourning by Elder Kettle's bedside, or offering any form of assistance or comfort to his grieving grandsons. Though the boys couldn't afford an official funeral, this was the closest to one as they were ever going to get, and they greatly accepted it. Mugman was very receptive to his friends' kindness. He showed the utmost gratitude from even the smallest of favors, from a shoulder to cry on to an array of bouquets for his grandfather's grave. He also spent much of the time reflecting on all the fond memories he and everyone else shared with him, even mentioning some of the more humorous ones to bring some sort of levity to the situation. Though part of Mugman felt very much alone, being surrounded by all his friends and neighbors was all the more comforting to him during this troubling time. Cuphead, on the other hand, expressed an entirely different demeanor during the pseudo-funeral. He kept himself isolated from the rest of the crowd, sitting at the top of the stairs with his arms resting on his knees. Instead of shedding any tears, his eyes gazed off into space, as though a million thoughts were racing in his mind at once. Friends like Cagney or Hilda had asked if there was anything they could do for him, but after a few times of giving them a cold "I'm fine," Cuphead retreated to his room, barring himself from any socialization altogether. He didn't even come out to watch the local ghosts deliver his grandfather's urn to the mausoleum. It was as clear as day that Cuphead was anything but "fine." Many people, especially his brother, were very tempted to go upstairs, and insist that he come out and talk with them. However, they also bore in mind that perhaps this was Cuphead's way of grieving with such a tremendous loss. The last thing the poor boy needed was feeling as if his friends were trying to impose on him how they thought he should act in the face of his grandfather's passing. Although they had good intentions, everyone agreed it was best to leave Cuphead alone...for now. ~~~~ After an almost sleepless night, Mugman dragged himself downstairs, and fried up some eggs and bacon for himself and his brother, hoping he'd at least be willing to come out and eat. He also poured a couple of glasses of orange juice, and, by force of habit, reached out to grab some English breakfast tea with sugar, before remembering that family connoisseur was no longer there to enjoy it. Only seconds after setting the table, Cuphead tiredly made his way to the kitchen as well. "M-Morning, Cups." Mugman chirped with a forced smile. "I made us some breakfast." "Thanks," Cuphead responded rather brusquely as he sat down. Although the meal was well-made by any standards, any appetite for it was practically nonexistent. Mugman forced a few bites of his eggs while Cuphead simply twirled his fork around the bacon, staring glumly down at the table. After a moment or so of awkward silence, Mugman nervously attempted to break the ice. "I, uh, I put Hilda's flowers up as a centerpiece for the table," the young boy stammered. "That was really nice of her, huh?" No answer. Mugman tried something else. "It...looks like a really nice day outside. If you want, maybe we can go for a walk, or catch some butterflies, or see how the others are doing. How-How does that sound?" Again, no response. He may as well be talking to an empty chair. Mugman let out a small sigh. He clearly wasn't getting anywhere with his grief-stricken brother. With a heavy frown, Mugman tried appealing to Cuphead's better nature. "Listen, Cuphead. It's ok if you don't feel like talking to me, but...just know that I'm always here for you whenever you need it. I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I..." Mugman's voice quivered a bit. "I just don't want you to feel like you gotta be all alone." At last, Cuphead looked up at his brother, his expression switching from dullness to sudden concern. Although he was referring to Cuphead in his offer of emotional support, it was a subtle, yet clear, sign of the same desire on Mugman's part as well. He may have sounded calm and collected in his words, but they were drowned out from the stronger signs of loneliness and misery in his facial and body language. After a moment of staring longingly at his brother, Cuphead's face winced and twitched with anxiety, his clenched fists shaking on the table. "M-Mug, I...I-I uh..." Just when it seemed like he was ready to explode, Cuphead swallowed hard, forcing himself to regain his former composure. "D-Don't worry, Mug. We'll both be all right. I just...I need some time to think." At that, Cuphead excused himself from the table, heading back upstairs. Mugman's eyelids rose in bewilderment. He wasn't sure whether to feel hurt from Cuphead walking away when he needed help, or worried for his stability after just seeing him fight so hard with himself. This sense of uncertainty became the norm over the next few days. The boys remained close, refusing to leave either one home alone for any reason. Ironically, despite such closeness, it was this same concern that also made them keep their distance. Although they deeply desired each other's companionship during this time of grief, something in their heads made them reluctant to act on it. Cuphead continued to isolate himself and battle his internal conflict while Mugman stayed away out of respect for his brother's time to "think." It was a paradox of perfectly painful proportions, and they both prayed that it would soon part. Fortunately for Cuphead and Mugman, they didn't spend the week in completely shut out from the world. Once in a while, a friend or two would stop by, and ask the boys how they had been doing. Mugman was thankful and accepting of any company that was offered to him. Occasionally, there was activity involved, such as playing chess with Werner, Beppi fashioning a balloon animal bouquet, and even Djimmi performing some magic tricks. Most of the time, though, Mugman felt just as, if not more, satisfied with simply sitting around and talking, whether to listen to advice or have his friends hear him out. It may not have felt like the same sort of love and caring that Elder Kettle provided, but it definitely lifted Mugman's spirits knowing he still had so many people to look after him. Although his friends offered this same comfort to Cuphead, he remained adamant in his desire to be left in solitude, which was starting to worry Mugman and the others. It wasn't as though they felt he was grieving in the wrong way; it was that, perhaps, Cuphead's self-imposed isolation was beginning to do more harm than good. Taking the time to contemplate and collect one's thoughts is an important part of the grieving process. In Cuphead's case, however, the extent to which he'd spent so much time alone left a greater impression that he wasn't allowing himself to be with anyone. He was never fond of asking for help, as it went against his self-image of being an independent, confident go-getter in virtually any task at hand. Never did Cuphead ever realize that coping with death and loss was going to be the biggest challenge he'd ever faced, enough to make fighting the Devil look tame. ~~~~ Five days later, Mugman felt enough was enough. As Cuphead sat solemnly on the swing set, staring off into the sky, his brother approached him in a manner that was both nervous and assertive, trying as delicately as possible to address the glaring elephant in the room. "C-C-Cuphead," Mugman uttered. "A-Are you ready to finally talk now?" Cuphead sighed, his head now facing down. On any other day, Mugman would've rightfully taken this as a subtle, yet clear, "no." Nonetheless, he could no longer stand wallowing in hesitation, and remained persistant. "Cuphead, please. We can't keep going on like this." Mugman sat on the adjacent swing. "If we don't hear each other out, then w-we'll be too sad to eat, play, or do pretty much anything." Cuphead remained still, but his face made a grimace, his eyes shutting tight as they brimmed with tears. His mind was practically screaming at every muscle in his body to let him walk away again, or, at the very least, allow for any sort of movement beyond trembling and staggering breathing. Alas, the inner turmoil that had been festering inside Cuphead had now brought him into a state of psychological paralysis. All the anxiety, sadness, and loneliness he'd been trying to brush off had now ensnared him like quicksand. Noticing the rising tension, Mugman slowly reached his hand for that of his brother. "Cuphead, what's the matter? I wanna help you." The moment Mugman lay one finger on his hand, Cuphead suddenly found the strength to become mobile again. With a deep breath and a heavy gulp, he jerked up from his swing, staring down at his startled sibling. "I'm sorry, Mug," he answered firmly, "I'm sorry I've been so distant. I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care about you or anything." "Aw, Cuphead, you didn't-" Mugman stopped. His heartfelt response immediately froze from the sudden chill in his brother's voice. "But...but I think I finally know how to fix everything, and get our lives back to the way they were. I'm..." He paused, mustering the last bit of strength to speak his mind. "I'm gonna get Elder Kettle back!" Mugman gasped. "Cuphead, no! Y-you can't do that! Elder Kettle is dea-" "I KNOW!" Cuphead screamed, taking a few breaths to regain stability in his voice. "I mean, he may be now, b-but as long as we have things like ghosts and angels and soul contracts in this world, I am never gonna rule out the possibility that he could come back!" Mugman stood beside Cuphead, a familiar feeling of danger creeping inside him. "Cuphead, for once, be reasonable! Y-You almost gambled our souls for the Devil; who knows what'll happen if you-" "Reasonable?!" Cuphead shouted, taken aback. "Why don't you, for once, be willing to take a risk for something you want? We've spent way too much time with Elder Kettle to just give up on him now! Don't you even want to see him again?!" "Of course I do!" Mugman's voice started hardening as well. "But this...i-it just doesn't feel right!" "Fine, be that way! Sit here at home, and do nothing like a coward!" Cuphead paused. Mugman's expression looked like a twisted combination of hurt and enraged. As he turned his back on him, Cuphead softened his tone a bit. "Trust me, Mug. This is the only way we're gonna be happy again. And don't worry; I won't let you down. I won't stop until I've set everything right for all three of us!" The second he finished that declaration, Cuphead smoke-dashed away, making a beeline for the woods of Inkwell Isle I. Mugman tried hurriedly to catch up with him. "Cuphead, wait! Come back!" Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the forest became too dense with foliage to safely smoke-dash any farther. Before he knew it, Cuphead was already out of sight. Mugman's mind turned into an emotional roller coaster. Knowing his brother's hasty nature, he simply knew that what Cuphead had proposed was another one of his terrible ideas. Granted, much of Inkwell Isles' laws of nature didn't make sense to begin with. After all, this was a place where a queen bee could summon floating triangles, a giant mermaid could live while decapitated, and, as Cuphead had pointed out, there were even many ghosts and skeletons roaming freely in their afterlife! Nevertheless, nothing along such lines had appeared to come to fruition in Elder Kettle's case. If he wasn't meant to be seen among the living, it was most likely that, like everything else in Inkwell Isle, it was better to not question it, and simply accept it as part of reality. The last time Cuphead tried to defy that rule, the Devil very nearly took their heads. Also, despite the danger he knew would be at hand, there was a part of Mugman that wondered why he should bother saving Cuphead at all? How dare he accuse him of not caring about their beloved grandfather! He was every bit as upset over the loss as his brother was; how does wanting to move forward make him a coward? This was a new low, even for someone who carelessly gambled both their souls to the Devil. If Cuphead were to suffer, it's what he deserves for being such a jerk...right? Mugman then shook his head, rationality and common sense catching up with him. Cuphead's in trouble, he spoke in his mind. None of these arguments matter right now. I gotta make sure he stays safe, now more than ever. Not hesitating a minute longer, Mugman followed the path his brother took, his tear-soaked eyes now glaring with determination. An unnerving aura permeated the isles as a blood-red sunset turned Mugman's body into a bold silhouette. As much as he wanted to put his mental turmoil to rest, he had to put his grief aside if he wanted to keep family from getting any smaller than it already was.

(To be continued)

#cuphead #mugman #ask cups and casinos #askcupsandcasinos #elder kettle #feels #angst #grief #fan fiction #fanfic #the devil #king dice #hilda berg #cagney carnation

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teen-cups-au · 3 years

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💔✨¡Heartbroken Disease!✨💔

✨💕😘¡A Teen Cups Fanfiction Submitted by a follower!✨💕😘

💔 Heartbroken disease part 7💔

Warnings ⚠️: angst, manipulative thoughts

After they were done talking. They went to check on Mugman. They knew what had to be done! Cuphead quickly ascended the stairs. Hope in his eyes..

He was the first to entered inside the room. A smiley on his face. “Mugs we- (we found a way to help you).. the bed was empty….. His eyes widen.. Where was Mugman?

"Mug?” he asked.. Silence… “Mugman? Where are you?”…. He looked under the bed.. He looked around his room but no sight of him.

He then noticed that the window was open the blue curtains waved gently in the soft cool wind..

“Mugman…? " Cuphead didn’t like this.. He walked slowly in the window. His steps echoed. He could feel that his heart was ready to leave his chest. He could hear his own heart beat in his ears

A feeling in his gut told him that something was wrong…

He looked outside, he saw that the way the bedsheets hanged from the window… Indicated that Mugman had ran away….

Oh no.

Cuphead said under his breath "dammit! he escaped" … They were so close… He ran out of the room he saw the others. Elder kettle noticed the panic in his face.. "Cuphead is something wrong?" he asked. Everyone looked at him.. "Mugman…. He…. He.."

"he what?” Elder Kettle asked calmly.

“Mugman is not in his room." he said "What?!” Elder kettle asked. “He escaped…” Cuphead said, he brought his hand to his face and he covered his eyes .. “how?” Djimmi asked “From the window. He took the bedsheets. He used them as a rope and he descended from the wall..”… He gently rubbed his face with his palm.

He looked at Andrea. “Andrea come with me we will go look for him! he can’t be far!” he said. “grandpa do as Djimmi says!"they nodded..

Back to Mugman

Mugman didn’t know where he was going. The cracks grew bigger.. The chest pain was excruciating. He kept going. He was barefoot.

«THEY HATE YOU!» the voice said.

"They don’t hate me! Shut up! They will come for me!” Mugman said. He touched the tree’s torso and leaned on it to catch his breath. He then turned around, his back touching the tree. He started coughing, *HUFF WHEEZE HUFF COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH WHEEZE * he took his inhaler and took deep breaths.. Upon his panic he didn’t took the new one.. He took the old one [ it didn’t have much inside] “great…” he said ironically.. He sighed.. He better keep going..

Back to Cuphead & Andrea

Cuphead and Andrea grabbed flashlights. Andrea took her purple bag and put some medicines, gauze, bandages and other first aid stuff inside. Cuphead grabbed an inhaler just in case.

Elder kettle told them to be careful because it was dark outside. “Be careful!” he said “We will” Andrea said. Cuphead nodded.

They left the house and started searching.

“MUGMAN?!” Andrea yelled.

“Mugs?” Cup yelled

“BROTHER??!?!?!?!!” Cuphead shouted

“COME OUT WE WANT TO HELP YOU!!!” Andrea shouted

“MUGMAN!??!?!???!” Andrea yelled

“MUGS?! I KNOW YOU ARE SCARED LET US HELP YOU!!!!” Cuphead yelled

“MUGMAAAAAAAANNN?!?!!??” Andrea yelled

“BROOOTTHHHEEERRRR?!?! ” Cuphead yelled

Mugman heard them. “ see… Told you they will come for me… ” he smiled..

Nausea and dizziness hit him full force… He closed his eyes taking deep breaths. After some time the nausea disappeared. He was sweating a lot. With the back of his hand he wiped away the sweat from his forehead. He then held the tree to get up.

He felt as if someone was punching him on his chest knocking the air out of his lungs..

The pain was intense..

Back to Cuphead & Mugman

“ Maybe we should split.” Andrea offered.

“Allright! I will go left you go right we will meet up… In a while"he said. She nodded. They split up and kept searching.

[note 🗒 : lol in my mind I had that quote? I saw somewhere on the internet and in a cafeteria which said “Men to the left because women are always right”🤣🤣!]

Mugman saw his brother passing by and hide behind a tree… The flashlight was at his direction but he was hidden in the shadows. Cuphead didn’t see him. When the lights weren’t in his direction.. He walked and accidentally stepped on small branch.

Cuphead heard a noise a branch breaking. He was walking in his direction.. "Mugs?” he asked. No reply. Mugman was holding his breath. He hid himself in a small rock that had bushes. He laid there face up. [🗒 note : the rock had a gap. A big gap. Someone could easily fit /crawl there. From Cuphead’s perspective there was a bush. He couldn’t see Mugman’s legs, Cuphead climbed on the rock to have a better view. Mugman was below only his eyes and straw could be seen]

Cuphead searched the area..

His flashlight landed on a small squirrel who was holding and acorn.

Cuphead sighed..

“*sighs* Mugs.. Where are you..?” he said bitterness in his voice… sorrow.. Deep deep sorrow..

He whispered “Let me help you.. Mugs” He was unaware that Mugman was literally under his nose… [ InTeNsE! ]

Cuphead left. Mugman whispered “I can’t go back… Im sorry Cuppy… But… Im nothing but trouble…"

He looked at the sky… It was beautiful.. Cuphead and he used to stargaze…

He sighed.. got out of there and kept moving .. He didn’t know where but he reached an area with great view. He could hear the sea waves hitting against the sand and the rocks from below.

Back to Andrea.

She as well walked around the forest. Calling for Mugman!( there weren’t wild animals..)

She heard a noise and a bat flew abruptly in front of her. She yelped. "AAAAHH!!!"

After she realized it was a harmless bat she closed her eyes taking deep breaths.

"Its only a bat Andrea relax!” she whispered to herself. She was moving in circles. She decided to go back. She better go find Cuphead..“ I better go find Cuphead. We will find a solution together.” she said and left.

Back to Cuphead

Cuphead sat on a flat rock.

Mugman was leaning on a tree. His back facing the tree. He heard noise and carefully peeked up. A few steps away from him was Cuphead.

He pulled out a cigar, lit it up with a red lighter, he put it back in his pocket. He started smoking.. A few tears ran down his eyes.. Mugman saw him. Hidden in the darkness.

“Im sorry Mugman… P-please…. *gulp* please come back… L-let me compensate (make up for) the mistakes.. I’ve made!!…*deep shaky breath*… I.. I.. Need you..*gulp*..Come back to me!” he said burying his head in his hands.

Mugman felt bad..

Why couldn’t he believe them..? they loved him! Then… Why?… Why? Was this voice tormenting him like this..?

Soon Andrea came.. She saw Cuphead sitting on a flat rock that was big enough for 3 people to sit. Cuphead heard noise “Mugs?” he asked. He turned around and saw her. “ oh it’s you? I’m sorry.. ” he said…

“it’s okay.. Honey I understand..” she said softly.

“found anything? A clue footprints anything?” he asked hoping for anything to be found.

“No… Im sorry…” she said disappointment in her voice… Cuphead nodded.. “Come..” he said. He patted the space next to him. “Thank you.. ” she said and sat down next to him.

“We will find him Cup….. I promise!"

Cuphead said nothing ”…“ he nodded.

He extinguished the cigar. He looked up.. It was a clear starry night. He could see the milky way.. Andrea looked up at the stars as well she loved drawing them when he wasn’t saving lives she will sit on her balcony and draw the stars. She is an excellent artist!.

They sat there in silence.. Watching the stars… The wind waved her beautiful purple hair and his jacket..

( purple hair based on your profile picture and the icons you post on the asks 😏😉)

Soon Andrea heard him trying to held his tears. He failed. *sob sob sob * his whole body was shaking… *sob sob sob sob* Tears blurred his vision and rolled down his cheeks. His eyes shut tightly.. His teeth clenched…Some of tears fell on the grass beneath his feet.

*sob hic sob hic* Andrea’s heart broke… She wanted to cuddle the boy in her arms.. She attempted to touch his shoulder.. But she withdrew her hand.

She knew how much Cuphead loved his brother. He may not show it like Mugman show it. But she knew.. She could see it in his eyes.. She remembered..

Flash back begins

She was in her office when a nurse knocked on her door. She had entered inside and informed her that there was a child that couldn’t breath. She ran outside and went to the room they were. She saw a man with two little boys. One of them had a Mug for a head and he was dressed in blue, the other one had a cup for a head and he was dressed in red.

Cuphead held her pants and cried in her leg "I don’t want my baby brother to die!” she knelt down and said “He is not going to die boy its gonna be okay I will do my best.. I promise!” He looked at her and said “Thank you!”.. She smiled “What’s your name?” she asked “Cuphead.. What is yours miss?"

"Andrea” she replied.. Her blue/ turquoise eyes shone.. “would you like a lollipop? Cuphead? You can choose for yourself Mugman and grandpa hm?” He smiled.. “Yes please thank you!” she offered him her hand. He took it and she led him to her office.. He took a red lollipop strawberry flavor. He took a blue one that had blueberry flavor and a brownish one with chocolate flavor “ Thank you miss Andrea!”

Flashback ends

She knew that if something bad were to happen he would never forgive himself.

“Let it all out Cups..” Cuphead sobbed harder… She was about to touch his shoulders again. She didn’t have time because he hugged her. Andrea knew that the boy wasn’t the most expressive person. The fact he was crying his heart out now in her arms/chest. Made her realize how frightened he was.. His whole body shook. His straw was rattling inside his cup.

“Wh…at i-if I am t-too la..te.. And…rea.. what *sob hic* if *sniff * something bad happened *sob* and he can’t call for help *sob* what if… *sob hic* What if… If… *sniff * I lo…se *sob* him? Andrea…? *sob hic sob sniff* ” he said through sobs.

Andrea wrapped her hands around him caressing his back comforting him.

“I.. We.. We will do our best. We will find him! Everything is going to be okay Cuppy” she said.

“ It’s my fault… I should have controlled my fury back then.. He is trying to help me… I should have never told him such harmful things.. Such painful words. I… I wish he knew how much I love him!!! That there isn’t a minute a second a moment I don’t regret what I have done!!! That I love him with all my heart… I wish he knew how sorry I am.” he said bawling in her arms

“Cuphead.. We are all making mistakes. Its okay we are people not Gods. Mugman knows how much you love him. Is just the disease that has messed his mind.. When things go better talk to him.. Okay? Don’t blame yourself.. It could happen to anyone. You.. Me.. Anyone. Its gonna be okay! ” she said holding him like a mother holds her child.

Cuphead’s sobbing slowly stopped. He looked at her.. She smiled… He gave her a small smiley he buried his head on her chest. Andrea heard him saying in a muffled way" Can I stay in your hug for a while? “

"Sure! I don’t mind! I like hugs” she said.. (personally.. Im a hug lover so… Yeah.. IT’S HUG TIME!)

“Thank you! For everything!” he said.. After a while he let go.. “would you like to continue?" he asked

"Im right behind you cup!” she said. He smiled softly

They got up and kept looking for Mugman!

💕End of part 7 💕

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Doudy (mod): ...My sona's hair is actually blue XD But it's okay don't worry lol, I made them indigo-ish because it’s my current fav blue, so I don't blame you lmao.

Aaah such a sweet moment with Andréa, despite it being in the middle of angst XD

Oh brother, where art thou? 🎶

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