Cuphead - Burning Love

Hang Out

The hums of the radio in front of two little demons die down as their favorite show finally ends its newest episode of "Roll the Dice". Their tails sway in the air from the excitement they felt. They pay no mind to the roughness of the concrete floor or the bits of popcorn scattered around.

Listening in to what they love is what makes the friendship between Henchman and his little friend, Minion, stronger. In fact, they have everything in common. They work under the ruler of the underworld, that is all too familiar. But, even if they have separate jobs, that doesn't stop them from getting a chance to see one another. They've been friends for the longest time, after all.

Henchman works as a servant to the Devil, treating him with whatever his master asks and doing whatever he says without question. As for Minion, while different from most of his co-workers, he assists them in either the Gluttony Department, Team Fathom, or simply to help out with starting war.

But they refuse to miss an episode of "Roll the Dice," and they would go out of their way to excuse themselves to do so, not that anyone would care. This time, Minion is on break, and Henchman asked permission to use the radio. Tonight's show gave them a boost of energy until another soul was snatched through the prize door, putting the final curtain call on the live feed.

"...Say, what time is it now?" Minion asked.

The plump imp turns his attention to face the clock. Five o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, he picks himself off of his seat in a panic.

"I got to pick Mr. King Dice up!" Henchman shouted. "Do you mind waiting for me, Minion?"

"Not at all, buddy!" exclaimed the blue imp. "Take your time! I'll clean up everything for you!"

"Great! Thanks!"

The plump demon's wings flap, catching air and lifting himself off the ground and gliding out of the room. Then, Minion proceeds to pick up the leftover popcorn bits off the ground and putting them in the empty bucket that was once between the two demons.

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The elevator to the center of the Earth dings as it reaches its destined floor. Doors shutter open, and the Devil's righthand man steps right out with his signature grin and glorious posture. This time, there is no long hallway. The throne isn't far from how many feet the man is standing, nor was the seat over his boss' rear facing away from him.

Something caught the latter's attention. It was faint, but the Devil detects a smooth hum from his lackey's mouth. He never sings to himself when he's in the creature's throne room, and he's even silently tapping his shoe to the concrete floor, but he stops once he makes eye contact with the demon.

"You seem happy today, Dice." The Devil noted.

"Oh? Not even going to greet your number one, boss?" King Dice chuckled.

"Less greeting and more talking! How did it go?"

The man puts a palm to his chest, lowering his upper body, bowing to his unholy ruler with not a sign of fear, but a sign of loyalty.

"I have collected brand new souls for you, sir. Only two in total."

Two souls? To be fair, the Devil never cared about his lackey, hosting some game show, but the dice headed man isn't incompetent. He's very talented at manipulation, probably close to his entity's level. If he had more time, he would've gotten more souls... then the demon remembered the schedule of when "Roll the Dice" is aired.

"...I should've extended the hours." He mumbled. "You could've done a better job at it."

King Dice raises his form up to his usual stand, his hands behind his back as he waits to hear more from his master.