Right Hand Man (King Dice x Devil)

Chapter 20 : Mug & Mike

Mugman's POV

I woke up. My head hurt, and all I could remember was being pulled away from Cuphead.
I looked around. I was in a prison cell, alone.
I curled into a ball, hugging my knees close to my chest. I heard footsteps approaching. I backed away from the cell bars; it was him.
"Rise and shine, Mug-bug," He smirked at me.
I swallowed hard,"Wha-what do you w-want from me-e."
He chuckled wickedly,"Your fear is amusing, young one. It makes things all the more tempting."
I stammered, choking back tears,"A-are y-you go-nna-a ra-rape-e m-me...?"
"Not yet, or anytime soon. But don't get too comfortable; you're still my prisoner, and what I say goes," He said, calmly.
"When c-can I see my f-family again?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"You will never see them again," He glared at me with a cold stare. Without another word, he left.
I suddenly began to cry uncontrollably. I missed King Dice. I missed the Devil. I missed Cuphead. Everything was going so right, until it all went wrong! Why does this have to happen to me!?

"I wanna go home..."

Mike R. Phone's POV

I stormed off, leaving Mugman alone in his cell. I could hear him crying all the way down the hallway, and apparently, I wasn't the only one who heard.
"You monster!" Elder Kettle yelled at me through his cell. "Leave my grandson alone!"
"I already did, you old coot," I spat. "Now shut up, and go back to rotting in your cell."
I went to my office, my temper rising, and my thoughts overlapping one another. How did the Devil do it? How did he win King Dice's affection?
I paced around the room, deep in thought. I could still hear that damn thing crying. I growled; it was annoying. I slammed my fist into the wall and screamed,"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" (and for extra effect) "OR I'L DO TO YOU WHAT I DID TO YOUR BROTHER!" I listened closely. His sobs turned to sniffles. Before long, everything fell silent. I smiled, perfect. I continued to pace, trying to figure out the missing links.
Finally, a thought popped into my head:
Did you try being nicer?
I stopped. No.
Why don't you try being nicer?
Because being nice is lame.
But being nice will make you a mortal.
I sighed. The thought was right. I scratched my head.
Crap, I'm messing this up big time.
No kidding.
Well, what do I do now?
You might want to talk to him, and-jee, I don't know-apologize?
I took a deep breath. I left my office, and began to shiver. I could see my breath,"How'd it get so damn cold?"
I reached Mugman's cell and stopped.
He was huddled against the wall, his porcelain skin turning blue. Icy tears were still frozen on his face. The child was freezing to death. I gasped a little. I looked around, unsure what to do.
Finally, I reluctantly opened the cell door and slipped inside. I approached the small thing. It wasn't moving but I knew he was alive, I could see his breath as well as mine. Once I was in reach, I picked him up carefully and cradled him under my arm.
"Shit. How did it get this fucking cold?" I shivered, keeping Mug close. I looked at his still expression. "Alright, I don't know if you're awake or not, but I'm going to take you to my room. I have a furnace in there and it'll keep you warm."
What about that Kettle fellow? I wondered. But my mind reassured me, He has a furnace in his cell too. Take care of Mug first.

The furnace was small but brought warmth throughout the room. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to keep them warm as I paced around my room. I had wrapped my coat around the child, he needs it more than I do.
"Hm...m?" I heard Mug murmur.His eyelids parted to reveal his eyes.
"Where am I...?" He mumbled.
"You're in my room," I answered, crossing my arms. "I found you freezing to death in your cell, so I brought you in here."
He suddenly was wide awake. He looked at his surroundings like the curious little boy he is. Then, he turned to face me.
Timidly, he said to me,"Thank you..."
I blushed. No one's ever thanked me for anything. I turned away,"Y-you're welcome, kid."
I looked back to see him smiling politely. I nodded and sat down by the furnace.
"Sorry, that I...uh...well everything," I mumbled, ashamed.
I saw something flash in Mugman's eyes. It wasn't anger, nor sadness, but... hopeful? I could hear his thoughts through his eyes, If I did it for them, I can do it for him.
Mug smiled at me,"I think we just got off on the wrong start. Let's start over. I'm Mugman, and you are...?"

"Mike. Mike R. Phone."

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