The Cuphead Show! Season 4

A Recipe for Disaster FINALE

Calmly Mugman dug his heels into the dust and screeched to a halt. He stretched his arm out, pointed his finger at the tart and fired.

The bullet whizzed through the air, hitting the tart and in an instant, disintegrating it to dust.

The devil rocketed past Mugman and drove himself into the floor, making a huge gash in the earth as a result. He frantically clambered out the hole he had made until he was hunched over the small pile of dust that was once the tart. He sifted through it with his fingers hoping to find some sort of meaning amidst it. The devil stuttered and stammered in shock trying to process what had happened.

The cup brother's were both sitting on the floor, catching their breaths as chalice slowly walked over to them.

"Good Job Mugsy," Cuphead said, patting his brother on the back ,"you may not be a god, but at least you're still my brother."

The two leaned over and hugged. then they got up and slowly began to walk away, looking back at the devil every so often to see what he was up to

The pile of dust lay on the floor, a dainty little heap of ash. As the devil watched he noticed that the pile was seemingly draining into itself. The mound was slowly shrinking, the ash particles rolling over themselves as it slowly but surely decreased in size.

The devil poked his finger into the shrinking pile and in the process pushed the remaining dust into a jet black hole in the floor. It was like a drop of night sky had fallen and created a puddle. You could see stars, or whatever they were, twinkling in the hole's depths.

The devil began to stand up but his finger seemed to be elastically attached to the hole in some way. He pulled harder and managed to yank his finger away from the hole. But now he was slowly being pulled along the floor towards the weird black spot.

(Baking the wondertart starts playing)

Suddenly the hole exploded outwards expanding to a metre in diameter. Debris began to fly towards it, getting sucked into the swirling hole as if the world was draining down some ethereal plug.

The devil clawed away from the hole, extending his nails so he could dig into the earth. Once he was a metre of so away he desperately clasped the base of his pitchfork and slammed it against the floor, bursting into smoke. But when the devil reappeared, he was right on the precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion. The hole had pulled him in mid teleport.

As the devil struggled away from the hole the cups all were frantically trying to vacate the area.

"WHAT IS THAT!" Cuphead screamed, clinging onto a chunk of the cottage's foundation.

"The destruction of the tart must have caused a rip in reality," Mugman said ,"it's sucking us into the astral plane."

As the cups tried to run away from the void, the debris and topsoil began to be dragged from beneath them, acting as a continuous treadmill so their sprinting was only barely keeping them in balance with the pull of the dimensional rip.

Chalice was frantically hopping from debris piece to debris piece as she was slowly but surely being dragged into the hole. She leapt off a plank of wood from the cottage and landed on a clod of soil but the dirt wad gave way causing her to stumble and hit the floor at the wrong angle.

She crumpled to the floor and frantically tried to crawl away from the hole but the void hole was fast approaching her. In desperation she held her hands out and moved them ceremoniously, glowing ribbons of light flowing out of them. Then , in one quick motion she brought her hands together pointing out the hole.

A blast of energy propelled her backwards away from the hole. Residual gold light trailed fro her hands as she arced through the air and landed with a thud on the floor about 25 metres from the hole