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Turn Back Time - (Cuphead)

Well howdy hey! A new chapter? more likely than you think

Ladies, gents, royalty, this is a Cuphead x Time traveler!reader (Req by Oreo_Simp )

The reader is a demon because y not. But like. Human w/ horns and tail demon not bendy lol-

Reader could definitely top Cuphead

Reader is tall, You're welcome. Fuck softie bottom reader.

Cups is a simp and v easily flustered when a big, strong (& hot) woman with explosives and cool steampunk get up shows up and practically blows him up but then cares for him haha

TW: Blood, Bites, Wounds, Syringes,

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3rd person POV

Alright, let's do this one last time.

Hey there! My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I live in the ever-growing megacity of New vixen, the most technologically advanced city in the world, year 7002. In my world, the formerly impossible is now possible thanks to the ever-advancing fields of Science, technology and Mathematics. A lot of the stuff isn't as flashy and streamlined as you'd think it is, for example; Flying cars? Don't need 'em! Why's that you may ask? Teleportation, the ability to transport matter through space. Not science fiction anymore.

Now you may be wondering to yourself, 'What about magic? Powers?' Well sorry to disappoint but any properties even remotely magical disappeared a long time ago, this is why the world is so reliant on Robotics and Technology, I'm a hundred percent sure if everything stopped working the world would fall pretty quickly after that. Now I'm sure you're wondering what my place in society is? Well-

"(Y/n)! Dinners ready get your ass down here!"

I'm a 20 something-year-old who's pretty much a nobody in society.

"Coming Dad!"

And ill die before that changes.

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You chucked your blueprints and goggles aside then stretched, a satisfying Pop! coming from your joints. You briefly looked around your lab before noticing something. "Augustus! Get off of that!" You yelled as you ripped your Dad's godforsaken hellhound off of some of your heavy machinery. "Hey! Don't bite me you foul-smelling mutt!" You growled as the animal bit down on your arm in retaliation for being grabbed so harshly before scampering downstairs. "Tch," you muttered and observed the bloody bite wound. That mutt has had it out for you since day one, so naturally, you grew to dislike it as well.

You pulled open my drawer and stook out a syringe, sticking it into a small jar labeled 'Anti-Septic - HellHound bites'. Got to have these all around the house these days. You stuck the syringe into the bite wound and pushed it down, dispersing the medicine into your system. After that, you added some regular anti-septic spray and wrapped the wounded arm, then headed downstairs.

"Sure took your sweet time huh?" You rolled your eyes at your dads comment.

"Augustus bit me." You said and the hellhound in question glared at you from under the table. "Cut him some slack he's an animal." Dad defended the mutt that reeked of rotting flesh, grinning at you playfully. "Yeah yeah, whatever," you said as you sat down at the table, slapping the dog with your tail when it made its way towards you under the table probably try to bite your ankles. "Where's Pops?" You asked, referring to my other father who wasn't present at the table. "Had to stay at work late, he should be home in ten minutes or so," Dad said as he put my plate down in front of me.