CupHead OneShots

King Dice x Reader [UPDATED VERSION]

TW: Protral of Depression, Mentions of Suicide, Actual Suicide, Character Death, Curse Words, and General Shitty Writing

Note: I'm going to try and make this a Gender Neutral Oneshot so hound my ass if I use She or He pronouns.

Enjoy~

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Thunder rumbled off in the dark stormy sky. Dice had just gotten on his shift at the Casino and wanted nothing more than to rip his soaking-wet suit off. As he approached the lonely house he took notice of the flickering street light, its yellow hue had lost its shine and would most likely need to be replaced. Rubbing his face he sighed, tired of the same boring job. It seems he couldn't escape the dull monotony of his dark and dreary life. He held his breath, wanting the door to fling open but it didn't. He entered his small house, tossing his coat off to a corner before he looked around. This was home, and yet it wasn't. Not after you left. Anger rose within Dice quickly as he grabbed one of his dirty mugs, letting out an enraged roar as he threw the cup. Tears streamed down his face as the cup shattered against his wall.

Why did it have to be you?

Dice slammed his hands down on the fake marble countertop, trying to calm his hard breathing as he shook.

"I'm losing my mind", Dice mumbled as he picked himself back up. A groan left him as he realized his stupidity, he liked that mug damn it. He left the small kitchen and headed to the wall, feeling the indents the mug had left in it before he knelt down and picked up what was left of the mug. With the shattered mug in hand, he went to stand up but he stopped. A small folded sticky note lay in a small dusty bunny behind the old rarely touched shoe rack. He dropped the mug's pieces and lunged for the faded note. He unfolded the note with urgency as his eyes begin to brim with tears.

'Happy B-Day! Cake's in the Fridge, Love you!' was scribbled on the small note that Dice held so gently. He ran a finger over the soft writing, almost like he was afraid he would ruin the ink. He glanced back at the kitchen, tears threatening to spill as he began to remember the origin of this note.

This had been from his last birthday, how could he have forgotten it? Why would he have tossed such a note like it meant nothing? The house seemed alive then, a soft sweet smell always emanating from the kitchen along with the relaxing temperature that hugged the house.

Dice had come back from the casino later than he ever had. He was so sure that you would be asleep by the time he got home, and he wasn't wrong. When he crept in you were sleeping at the kitchen counter, head resting in your arms with a bright yellow sticky note laid beside you. He was honestly frightened when he saw the small birthday decoration, thinking he had missed your birthday. He went to set his coat down but he missed the rack, tipping the old shoe rack and spilling the pile of shoes all over the floor.

"Dice?" You murmured, sleepily lifting your head as Dice accepted defeat against the two racks. He turned his expression softened as he dropped his suitcase, walking toward you to prevent you from getting up. He failed. You had already stumbled to your feet and into his arms. You squeezed him tightly, rubbing your face into his chest as you let out a very soft and lazy,
"Happy Birthday Dicey".

"Birthday? Doll I- my heavens, it is my birthday isn't it?" His Confusion turned to embarrassment as he noticed how the party decorations were very casino themed. You hummed into his chest lifting your head to gesture to the note. Dice tilted his head as he followed your gaze. He chuckled to himself.

"You spoil me, you know that right?" He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he picked you up. You protested once you realized he was taking you to your shared room.