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Ink Illness Mugman x Reader

(Requested by; Amelia_Queen01

Thanks for the request!)

Mugman's legs quivered as they tried to hold him up, his upper body leant against the cold wall, small amounts of ink dripping from his mouth, blood being the only thing he could taste. His cold blue eyes drift to the ink puddle he had just spewed out, noting that his illness was gradually getting worse. He had considered telling the others for awhile now, but always pushed that idea away. They had enough worries.  Besides, Bendy's condition is worse than his, he deserves their full concern.
I can hang on longer, Mugman told himself, propping himself up straight, ignoring the pain building up in his weak body as he wandered back to his friends.
Once there, Cuphead is the first to greet him, concern prominent in his gleaming red eyes.
"Are you okay, bro? You were gone for awhile".
Mugman smiled and waves his older brother off, "I'm fine, Cuppy! Just got a little lost, is all".
"Okay, I'm just glad you're alright".
Mugman's heart ached at those words. He hated lying to his friends, especially to his brother. Cuphead had always been there, no matter what. He felt bad for not telling the one person who would never let anything bad happen to him.
"Are we okay to continue?" A voice asks, pulling Mugman from his thoughts.
He looks over to the source of the noise, seeing that it was (y/n)'s voice. His heart ached again, but in a completely different way. He does admit, the female gave him feelings he had never felt before. He felt butterflies flutter in his stomach every time he saw or even heard her. Just the mention of her name made his cheeks tint with a pink hue.
The group pressed on, despite Mugman still feeling like he had just crawled out of his own grave. He continued to act like his cheery and optimistic self, not wanting his friends to know something was wrong.

Night rolled around quicker than any of the questors expected, and since they were close to a small town they decided to stay in a small hotel.
While the others slept, Mugman snuck out, feeling the burning feeling of ink bile bubbling throughout his body. He didn't want to risk using the bathroom incase one of them wake up from his cries of pain. So he opted to going to the side of the hotel, in a small alleyway. It was empty, cold and desolated, a perfect place for the mug to let his illness have its moment.
His legs give way and he falls to his knees, covering his mouth as he coughed violently, small bits of ink and blood staining his petite white gloves. Luckily he had spares.
He tightly clutched his stomach as ink spewed from his mouth, tears pooling out of his eyes, ink dripping from his straw, trickling down his forehead, covering his vision. The pain was unbearble, it felt like his insides were set ablaze and melting, the ink that sprung out of him was thick and made him feel like his organs were coming out.
Once ink cleared from his stomach and throat, he gasped desperately for air, but struggled as he let out sobs and whimpers. His shaking hands lift up, pressing his palms against the sides of his head, eyes tightly screwed shut as he yelled out in agony, wanting anyone to come and comfort him but knew it won't happen. It was the whole reason he left the hotel; to suffer alone. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, he just wanted someone to help him through the pain.
His body moved on its own as he layed on his side, having no energy to move or scream anymore. He was exaughsted and weak, unable to keep his watery eyes open for much longer. His breathing slowed as his eyes shut, feeling himself black out, his last thought being; is this my end?

(Y/n) jolted up by loud screams from outside. She looked out the window, that was conveniently next to her bed, seeing nothing but darkness, the dim street lamps barely lighting up the streets. She wanted to sleep it off, but curiosity got the better of her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, jumping to her feet and quietly creeping out, making sure to not wake anyone, failing to notice a certain blue mug was missing.
She wandered the dark streets, listening out for anymore noises. She didn't wander far until a figure caught her attention in an alley. She stopped walking and stood there for few moment, analysing the figure before the silhouette seemed somewhat familiar. Curious, she approuched, gasping once her eyes adjusted to Mugman, who layed on the cold ground lifelessly next to a puddle of ink and blood. The (h/c) haired female quickly rushed to him, kneeling next to him, tears pricking at her eyes as she analysed his body.
Ink covered his closed eyes, dripping from his mouth along with blood. He looked hurt. Really hurt.
Out of panic, (y/n) reached for Mugman's hand, gently taking his wrist a feeling a pulse. It was light, but there was one. She sighed in relief, standing up, using all her strength to pick up her friend in her arms, carrying him back to the hotel room.

Once there, (y/n) slammed the door open, making Boris scream in fear, waking everyone else who prepared to attack the incoming danger. Cuphead lit his fingergun, Bendy clenched his fists, sheilding Boris behind him, and Felix had pulled out a machete. The four relax their tense muscles once they realise it was (y/n) and not some random person deciding to kill them in their sleep. The calm atmosphere quickly dropped once eyes drifted down to what was in her arms.
"Mugs!!" Cuphead was the first to react, running up to his passed out brother, taking him from (y/n)'s arms, "shit, is he okay?".
"He's still alive if that's what you mean, but he should get to a hostpital" (y/n) suggests.
Without a second thought, the group rushed to the nearest hostpital, Mugman being took in emediatly.

After a couple of hours, Mugman squinted his eyes open, being met with a blinding light. He groans softly, did I die? Is this heaven? Where am I?
His eyes soon adjust so he looked around, realising he was in a hostpital, IVs connected in his arm, a heart monitor beeping steadily. Okay, so I'm still alive...that's good.

"You're awake!" A voice beams, catching the blue mug off guard. He carefully sits up, meeting with (e/c) eyes.
"(Y-y/n)?".
Said female smiles brightly, tears in her eyes, carefully hugging Mugman, "I was so worried! I thought I lost you!".
Mugman felt his heart melt at the contact from his crush, a deep blush forming on his face, but he hugged back anyway, "what do you mean? Why am I here?".
(Y/n) pulls back, wiping her eyes, "I- I fount you passed out in an alley. You were hardly alive so we took you here".
Mugman felt tears prick in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, keeping a signature smile on his face to reasure the sad female.
"Why didn't you tell us you had the inkness?".
Mugman's blue orbs widened, heart dropping, "how- w..what?".
"The doctor told us you nearly died from it. Why didn't you tell us?".
Tears slipped from Mugman's eyes, so he looked away, "I- I didn't think it was a big deal. We have to focus on helping Bendy, I thought it'd be a hassel to focus on me aswell".
"Mugman, you're an idiot!" (Y/n) sobs, embracing the mug, quietly crying into his shoulder, "we care about you so much, we don't want you to be hurt! I don't want you to be hurt!".
Mugman gently lift her head up, wiping her tears with his thumb as he cupped her face in his hands, forcing eye contact. He sighs slightly, pressing his forehead against hers, letting tears roll down his cheeks, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't want you all to worry".
The two sat in silence, just embracing each others company.
Mugman soon spoke up with "thank you for caring about me, (y/n)....it means alot".
"Of course" (y/n) smiles, holding her friend at arms length, looking into his glossy blue eyes, blushing softly, "I love you, Mugman. I want you to be safe".
Mugman blushes brightly, a lovesick smile pulling at his lips, "I love you too".
(Y/n) giggles softly, pressing a gentle kiss on Mugman's forehead, "we're going to fix your illness, as well as Bendy's. We're going to make sure you get through this, and I'll be there to support you every step of the way".