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{{Chapter 17: Midnight Talk}}

"Really?"
Mugman nods.
Cuohead moved the jar to see his room and everyone was now asleep so it was just them awake.
"Yes. Cuphead there is so much to cover but there is something that suck out to me." Cuphead frowned as he changed,"What was it?", "Even though my notes are gone, I found a passage in a notebook about why demons were used as their slaves.", Cuphead sat down on the bed as Daisy cuddled up to him,"To drain them of what power they hold, they feed off people's souls whether they be a Demon, Angel or Mortal.", Cuphead shuddered, guess this society wasn't all Sunshine and Rainbows, was that. . . That what Chalice was talking about-
No, that was just a dream!
"Is there anything else?"
"A lot more, remember the spear you found?"
Cuphead nods, pointing to the spear at the end of the bed,"Turns out there's a reason the spear is different from Chalice's, is because depending on the super meters, and because of the soul.", Cuphead nods, Daisy nods too so they could feel more involved,"Depending on the soul, their items are show what their soul represents through the items shape, material and even the colour much like our special attacks from back in the day.", Cuphead nods,"So, then this Spear must have been owned by someone in the society that wasn't Chalice, but who?", Mugman shrugged, Cuphead sighed and rubbed his eyes,"I should get sleep, think we can continue in the morning. . .?", Mugman nods, his soul resting at the bottom on the jar as Cuphead got in bed and Daisy slept at the end of the bed.

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Mugman stayed awake, not like he could sleep from what he could tell, but his mind was plagued with thoughts of guilt and stupidity, how could he have been this stupid?!
"I guess knowledge really does blind one at times. . ."
Mugman remembered all the stories about people wanting to test fate or knowledge presented to them.
Guess he fell into the same hole. . .
Then he heard whimpering, peering out of the chair he saw Daisy awake,"Daisy, what's wrong?", Daisy turned to him, grabbing a page and pencil, drawing before holding up the page.
"Cuphead. . .? Why does he have a scribble on his chest??"
Daisy pointed up to the bed, Cuphead was sleeping on his side and Mugman noticed the look on Cuphead's face, it was like he was in pain or sick.
"Daisy, do you. . . Sense something wrong with Cuphead?"
Daisy nods, writing next to Cuphead,'Bad Dreams', Mugman was now worried, he knew Cuphead had some history with nightmares even when they younger.
. . .

I remember all too well.

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Mugman woke up, sitting up he immediately felt something was wrong and that someone wasn't in the room anymore.
"Cuphead. . .?"
But he wasn't in bed, but their door was open so Mugman got up to find out what was going on.
"Cup??"
"!"
There in the living room was Elder Kettle, coming round to the sofa, Mugman realised Cuphead was asleep against him.
"Elder Kettle. . .? What's wrong with, Cup?", Elder Kettle sighed, letting Mugman sit next to him,"Your brother had a nasty nightmare, he fell back asleep not too long ago.", Mugman noted the fear on his brother's sleeping face, how Cuphead wrapped himself around Elder Kettle's arm like for some protection.
"Elder Kettle, why does Cuphead have more nightmares than I do?"
He was silent.
Elder Kettle gently re-adjusted Cuphead so he wasn't uncomfortable.
"I'm not sure, Mugs. I'm not sure."
Mugman looked at Elder Kettle, he looked sad, worried and concerned and Cuphead was still asleep throughout the quiet interaction.

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Mugman felt like he had the same look Elder Kettle had that night.
"Elder Kettle. . . What do I do. . ."