CupHead OneShots

Mugman x Depressed! Reader

Each day was the same to you, like a black and white image, you only saw those two colors in your life. Each color represented something, the black having been the basis of your life. The darkness that consumed the pitiful existence you called living, you faked a smile and laugh on a daily basis to make sure that the few people you actually spoke to you didn't find you annoying, a nuisance, an unwanted waste of space. But, to this unending darkness a sliver of hope, a light shone brightly into your black world. His name was Mugman. He was kind, caring, trustworthy, and an amazing friend to those who could feel the warmth that radiated off of him.

But...that didn't matter...nothing really did.

You woke up, your dull (e/c) eyes meeting your dark grey ceiling. You lightly groaned as you sat up, rubbing your eyes slightly, then you looked over. You saw your reflection, your dull (h/c) hair was frizzy, the ends were split, you hated your self. You threw on some clothes that you found scattered on your floor, you decided that your ugly ass should try to look nice as you threw on some makeup that somehow covered your dark bags that rested under your eyes. You walked out of your house, walking towards the meeting spot where you, Cuphead and Beppi were going to hang out. You waited and waited, the sun rose and fell in the time that you waited. You sat backed up against the tree where you were supposed to meet. The Sun actually set and the moon began its ascend into the pitch black sky. You sighed, you checked your phone, nothing. No messages, no apologies or calls, just nothing. You trudged home, little tears formed in your eyes as you walked home in shame. You were played for a fool, when you got home you broke down. Crying into your hand as you realized that you were played with like a toy. A toy that can be replaced, discarded with the blink of an eye. You stagged to your dresser that held your worse enemy, that fucking mirror. You starred at your self, words flooded your mind, breaking you down. That's when your phone buzzed on the wood floor, breaking your gaze from the mirror, you tenderly grabbed your phone. "...mugman?" you quietly said as you wiped your eyes, coughing as you faked your cheery voice, "Hiya Mugman. What are you doing up so late?" You questioned, walking to your bed slowly. "Just wanted to know how you're doing. You know...after they ditched you." "Oh..." was your only response as you sat on your bed, "Y-yeah I'm f...fine" You covered your mouth, your cheery mask having slipped, your real voice slipping through your defenses. "(y/n)?" His dropped dramatically, he sounded serious and Jesus it scared you. "Y-yeah?" Your voice was laced with this fake persona that you had hidden behind. "I'm coming over okay...I'll be there in five." With that, he hung up. You didn't budge from your position on the bed, you only cried. Five exact and painful minutes passed before you heard his Soft knocking and voice, "(Y/n), please open the door," you legs shook as you slowly made your way to the door. You hand grasped the bronze doorknob, you pulled the door open. You looked down at him, his eyes fell upon your scarred arms, "(Y/n)..." You left him at the door, as you walked to your bed, he followed you, watching you cry. He sat beside you, holding you tightly as you cried. "(Y/n) c-come on...look at me...please." He said so softly it was barely heard over your cries. Your dull eyes met his soft black eyes. He pulled you into a soft kiss as if the wrong move break you into a million pieces. You accepted his kiss along with the thousands of apologies that followed afterward. You split your entire depression into him that night, he left after making sure you were fast asleep.

But he didn't fully understand...no one did.

The next morning he walked towards your house, a small bouquet of tulips tightly held in his hand as he and Cuphead walked to your house, but they froze when they were greeted by police and ambulances. Two paramedics wheeled out a stretcher with a large black body bag on top of it. "Mugs!" Cuphead shouted as Mugman sprinted towards the police, "W-What happened?" He questioned one of the officers, "Suicide." Was the reply he got. Tears already poured from his eyes as Cuphead reached him, Mugman clung to him as he fell to his knees crying. "Hey, Boss...We found a note addressed to uh...Mugman." An officer said as he handed the note to the first officer, the officer looked down before handing the note to him.

He unfolded it and read the blood-stained note.

Mugman,

I'm sorry. I couldn't live anymore...the pain...the suffering...It was unbearable. The thought of being another person waking up to be shunned and forgotten by those who I thought I could talk to, it was too much. I know how much you loved me...the kiss last night showed every once. But your time is better spent with another lady rather than a mess that can barely have one day without thinking about death.

Sorry, I disappointed you,

Yours Truly~

(Your Full Name)

Mugman was in tears crying as he finished the note. He didn't believe it, this was just a nightmare, it had to be. He didn't believe this, it wasn't real.

You couldn't really have done this...right? 

(Don't question why the police just handed a bloodstained note to him...plz and also here is bread 🍞. I eat bread when I'm sad.)