So yeah, your just one of the cup brothers friends at the age of 15, but you had been working for the Devil since the age of 14 as a small waiter, then you turned into a bartender as the years go by. You didn't sold your soul, but you sold someone's...
Hey Y/N here, so there would be sections for additions from extras to Your Asks to VOAdams asks. And sometimes you would see me or the creator coming up at random times of the fanfic every week on random days. We do this so we could see if there's any questions and we would do all of them until next week. Now back to the fanfic. And sometimes there would be curses but they would be halfly censored but you could tell what they were about to say.
Oh and the Creator made you audience these outfit choices:
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Endings;
Good End; which you had seen but after
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"Sir! They're ready for the interview!" King Dice announced to the Devil as he stared at the door, grinning. The Devil was smoking and signing contracts.
"Right, send them in." The Devil ordered not looking up yet from his contract. Two cups came through the door and waved at the two, they fought.
"Hey Devil! Hey King Dice!" Cuphead greeted with his eyes closed.
"Long time no see!" Mugman followed after with him grinning too big.
When the Devil saw them, he started to blast fire towards them. King Dice ran away with a bag of money with him in distress. The Devil demanded them to get back and stay away from them. Y/N heard the commotion and didn't bother to check on it because they are busy and don't give a sh*t about what goes on in there. It could traumatize them for their mortal life.
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