Cuphead: Cannikin's Deal with the Devil

Chapter Two: Hardly Working

[The image above shows my current design for each character, including my original OC- "Cannikin". This may be subject to slight changes is later chapters, but it's not likely. In case it wasn't obvious, Cannikin is the only character that I technically own the rights to. Every other character is pre-existing and does not belong to me.]
Creator Notes:

Dice simps UNITE
King dice x devil shippers please don't come for my throat I love that ship too but thats not what this is about
Hehe funny 1930's slang

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"Get your filthy hands off me! Get off me! Let go- let go!"

"It's too late for you, brat! You're gettin' what you deserve!"

"Take her to the boss! Get her!"

"Stop it! Stop! I said I was sorry! They need me- they need their big sister! Please! NO!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Cannikin snaps out of her daze. She's been standing in front of that bathroom mirror for god knows how long- running her fingers across the cracks of her face. She looks visibly exhausted, but it's not like this is a new look for her. Sleeping hasn't been the easiest task for her in a long time. She takes a breath- grounding herself to reality and adjusting her yellow bow tie.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Quit it with the knocking, you goon! I'll be out in a second!" Cannikin yells towards her front door, assuming who's behind it. She looks towards her mirror again, whispering to herself as a way to mask her stress. "It's fine, Cannikin. You're fine. Everything is fine. You've been at this for almost two years now- it's just another day. Just another day."

Knock, Knock, Knock. "We don't got seconds to spare, Root Beer! Shake a leg!"

Cannikin groans- the repeated knocking of the "goon" outside amplifying her anxiety. She steps out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and swiftly stomping her way to the front door. It takes almost no time at all for her to reach the door, as her run-down abode is rather small in size. She swings the door open, and is met with the usual sight- towering over her with a look of distain.

"Took ya long enough." King Dice mocks his co-worker. "You know what the boss does to mugs like you when they show up late, right?"

"Yeah, yeah- eternal damnation, an eternity in the pit of fire- whatever." Cannikin squeezes past Dice, nudging him to the side a bit. It's interesting to think that Cannikin used to be scared of this man, in fact- she would dread the idea that at any moment, he would show up to her door and take her to that place once again. However, this fear seemed to dissipate as time passed. Their relationship is hard to put into words. It's far from a friendship, but they're not quite enemies. It seems that they only wish to tolerate each other.

Cannikin pulls a pair of white gloves out of her pocket and slips them on. "Where's the elevator?" She asks.

"It'll be here any minute now." Dice replies, stepping up to Cannikin. He glances towards her- the fractures across her face catching his eye. "You should really get that fixed."

Cannikin turns her head to Dice with a frustrated expression. "Say something like that again and I'll give you something to fix, too."