Hello, Welcome to my version of "The Cuphead Show!" season 4. I try and keep things in the same theme as the show, so expect adventure, humour and bosses. it starts with an alternate ending to "The Devil and Ms. Chalice" and from their, anything cou...
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(as the title of the episode is shown, imagine a few bars of the song "inkwell Hell" playing in the background )
(Exposition: This slight AU is set immediately after "The Devil and Ms Chalice" but this time Cuphead loses the Rock-Paper-Scissors game. this one is pretty dark, the rest are more light hearted. )
(this is a remastered version of the chapter, the origonal can be found on the last chapter of the separate book called "Gambler's ruin")
"Rock! Paper! Scissors, Shoot!"
Both the devil and Cuphead stick out their hands.
Cuphead chose paper, and the devil, cose scissors.
"Scissors... beats... Rock," Cuphead said weakly.
They both gauped at theri outstretched hands.
"Ha ha," the devil began to chuckle, "hahaHAHAHAHAHAH! YES!"
The devil stood up tall and hefted his pitchfork looking down on Cuphead with his menacing yellow eyes, now glowing with the flaming joy of revenge.
"No no no no," cuphead muttered to himself, stumbling backwards to his friends.
"Cuphead you idiot!" Mugman screamed ,"why would you bet on luck of all things! You could have done a piano contest, a checkers contest, a contest for who looks the most like Cuphead but NO you had to bet our lives on Rock, Paper Scissors."
"Well i didn't hear you offering any advice," Chalice shouted back.
"Well i didn't see you just get back up after falling over on marbles or anyone giving me even the SLIGHTEST CHANCE FOR ME TO GIVE MY INPUT"
As the cups bickered the devil approached twiddling his pitchfork and feeling on top of the world.
"Oh turmoil turmoil," he said smiling a huge grin ,"too bad it won't ever be resolved."
The cups all turned to face the devil's menacing silhouette as he approached, confident as ever.
"Boys scram!" chalice yelled desperately waving for them to go.
"I don't think so Ms chalice," the devil said, reaching out his hand.
His palm began to glow a ghostly blue and a tiny vortex materialised, creeping towards the cups.
"Run, Scram, What are you doing!" Chalice cried
But the brothers never heard her. Their eyes were empty, their faces ashen and gormless. Their soul began to protrude from their chests, being pulled in by the devil's magic. Soon they popped out of the cups' torso and slowly spiralled into the devil's hand.
Left where they stood were two empty shells, husks of the souls that once inhabited them. Chalice watched as the zombies that were once her friends stumbled off in different directions
