Softhead and the Tiny Red Diamond

Chapter 1: The Captured Borrowers

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Once upon a time, there was a tiny red-cup girl named Softhead Sweet-Cup, the most youthful borrower of the family. Our protagonist may be the only personality who will assemble her adventures by encountering them, but she's never alone. Inside the Casino, Softhead lives in a hollow with her parents, Juleman the brother, her grandfather, Elder Kettle, and her Aunt & Uncle, Lemon Tea and Mugman.

Softhead, as a youthful and prying borrower, constantly wondered what the boundary was like just for an experience. But with Softhead under circumnavigated authorities of her parents, Cuphead & Neslo warned her to consistently remain behind the barriers.

    Specifically, she believes that because they're accomplishing this for her protection and grew more heartbreaking during daytime and nighttime, they were out to take handle of nourishment.

    Depressed, she soughs to herself every time her parents pursue edibles to consume.

    But luckily, her brother Juleman and the ingenious Elder Kettle play with her to discourage her lethargy until their parents have produced home safely with sustenance before bedtime every day.

    Until one night, Cuphead's acquisitiveness carried forth power and governance, embezzling one of the Devil's precious jewels from his trident to prohibit his enchantment from extinguishing them. This pushed members to be immediately infuriated, plan, and wait for the right moment to strike their counterattack on them.

    The time was 5:00 am before the morning sun, and Softhead was catnapping in her bed, dreaming peacefully, until she was awoken by a horrendous nightmare. In her dream, Elder Kettle told a legend about the life between the 4 kingdoms who were truce and caring for their community. They were optimistic about who they were and consistently held beautiful extravaganzas once a year. They'd invite each other to their property, and guests would come and discover their chronology, except for one.

    In the 5th kingdom, known as Inkwell Isle Hell, live the Devil, his wife, and his children, waiting to prey on their victims to gain strength and administration of the 4 peaceable empires. They had terrible displeasures about their life and prepared to annihilate their sovereignty, giving horrendous chills down Softhead's spine as she continued to listen to the next part.

    Before she knew how the domain had lost its administration, an unscrupulous swarthy shadiness captured her from the backside and lifted her up high. Panic and screaming commenced, overlooking repulsiveness as the Devil's workers hooted and chuckled, licking their mucky lips at Softhead and her relative. She comprehended what they were heading to do, and the Devil raised her above him, and down she descended into the dark abyss of the Devil's mouth.

    Softhead barely shrieked as she immediately got up directly from the bed and started to blubber and weep softly, not acknowledging what she had encountered. She scrutinized around her before calming down with a heavy deep sigh under her puffy sweet breath, which smelled like strawberry.

    Then, little did she unexpectedly know her bed was interpenetrated soaked from dreaming. 'Golly, I've been perspiring on my mattress like outlandish while catnapping!' Softhead thought, scenting herself, 'Yuck, I scent like decaying cherries, never eaten for days. I should try conducting myself back to shuteye, but since I'm up prematurely, I presume I can commence the day borrowing nutrition by myself without them witnessing.'

    She took a few minutes to enclose her feet lengthened, finally handling the hard cold floor before going to the bathroom, cleaning herself off, and adjusting to her neglected raggy habiliments.

    As the morning sun lifted its captivating light high toward the heaven sky, Softhead was the first cup to be awakening from a shuteye like the premature bird, accumulating her worms.