Goodbye To Cuphead
This is a Cuphead angst fic requested by an anonymous user. Hopefully the angst is a little better than the last fic. I hope you enjoy.
WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE CUPHEAD SHOW SEASON 1B
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"Goodbye to Cuphead."
He didn't want to say goodbye.
Mugman sat on the floor of the warm guest room. The only warmth it had was because it was Hell. Both literally and figuratively.
He sat on the floor, pondering whatever fate was awaiting him from The Devil. He didn't know which would be worse, the anticipation, or the actual punishment.
It wasn't his fault, of course. Cuphead had gotten them into trouble again. It's always Cuphead.
Well, no. Cuphead wasn't completely at fault. They were just messing around. Having fun.
With the Devil's pitchfork.
He should've told him to stop. He should've told him to put it back. But he didn't, this was as much his fault as Cuphead's. He even laughed at the Devil getting electrocuted over and over.
But did he deserve this? Being snatched away from his family and taken somewhere where he has no idea what could happen to him?
"Goodbye to Cuphead..."
Those three little words. One simple phrase. He said them because they could very well be the last words he'd ever say to Cuphead.
Cuphead....
He missed Cuphead.
A soft knock at the door was enough to pull him away from his thoughts, but only for a moment.
"Uh, heey..." Henchman greeted. His back was turned into the doorway, backing into the room before turning to face Mugman.
"I, uh, thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this." The imp held out a tray. It had a plate with a sandwich atop of it, next to a glass of water.
Mugman looked at it, declining the food both out of fear it might be poisoned and general loss of appetite.
Henchman said nothing, setting the tray down on a small table before turning back to the boy.
"Do ya mind if I sit with you?" He asked, fidgeting his fingers.
Mug shrugged, eyes fixated on the floor. Henchman then plopped a seat on the floor next to him, sitting in awkward silence.
"Hey, uh, you okay?"
That did it. Mugman had been using every ounce of his energy to keep himself from crying. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of his tears. But hearing that question just sent the dam crumbling.
All of a sudden, it felt as if a gallon of tears had erupted from his eyes all at once. It almost hurt how quickly they burst out.
Mugman wrapped his arms around himself, as if his physical body was about to fall apart. He sobbed and whimpered as tears came down like a waterfall, soaking his face.
Henchman jumped at the sudden reaction, before quickly going to pat Mugman's back.
"Hey, hey...Take it easy, buddy. Don't wear yourself out."
"W-wear myself o-out?! You k-kidnapped me, a-and you're askin' me to be c-calm?!" Mugman retorted, barely understandable through his blubbering.
"Easy, easy, just breathe."
Mugman's breathes were shaky, it didn't seem like he was actually getting oxygen. He squeezed his arms in an effort to steady himself, finally breathing normally.
"Do you...wanna talk about it?" Henchman asked warily.
Mugman shook his head, blinking back more tears.
"Well, okay....we'll just.....stay like this for as long as you need, okay?"
The boy nodded, rocking himself back and forth. Henchman pulled the kid closer, patting his shoulder as he continued to sob.
Suddenly, the boy spoke.
"I'm scared..." he whispered, hugging himself, "I d-don't want my s-soul taken, or Cuphead's. I-I wanna go home! I miss home! I miss Elder Kettle! I....I miss Cuphead....."
Henchman, leaned over, grabbing the glass of water and handing it to Mugman, who drank it to soothe the dehydration caused by his crying. He gulped down half the cup, stopped, and stared at the floor, still sniveling. He felt sick from how much he had cried.
'This is all too much, they're just kids. They were being kids...' the imp thought, staring at the floor. Sadly, there was really no point in talking with his boss about it, he was too busy flaunting his victory over Cuphead.
Mug's cries gradually began to quiet down, until they stopped altogether. Henchman looked at him, and saw that the poor boy had cried himself to sleep.
He scooped Mugman up, taking the glass of water and setting it on the table, carrying the boy to the bed, and tucking him in.
He walked out of the room slowly, turning back to the sleeping boy, looking at him solemnly.
"Henchman! Where the devil are you?!" His boss suddenly called.
With a heavy feeling in his chest, Henchman flicked the light off, closed the door, and went to join his boss.
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THE END.
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