The Misshapen Child [An Original Cuphead Fanfic]

Ch.8 Birthday

Violet sits on a seat. Her eyes glossy and faded. Her heart beating out of her small, weak, porcelain chest. She can feel the power flowing throughout her body. She needs to do this. Her life has changed in the past 3 years, she has grown up. Nothing really happened then, she met new friends, Even got closer to her parents,

The Devil and his Gay husband.

Her heart grew, she became stronger. She mastered her powers of levitation, but could she fix this? Without blowing out her insides?

My heartbeat quickens as my stride grows, my violet grape-flavored liquid type blood pumps through me quicker with each step i take.

I can barely breath, no words could ever slip from my porcelain lips at that moment. My glass-esk lungs heave as my legs lose feeling, dropping to the floor.

I crumble, my head smashing against the solid matter beneath me. I do not die, my head only sparking with pain. I lay, only for a minute. Soft, nervous footsteps aproach me.

I hear a familiar voice,

"W-Wake up,"
"V-Vi-Violetta..."
"You h-have t-to."

I cant remember anything else.

[Violets Pov]
[Age:7]

Tomorrow is my birthday, I'm turning 8.. I feel so, old. At least im not as old as Father, Dad isn't as old as him for sure. But all i know is that they are both immortal, Dad was made for Father. I was made for one of the Cup-Brothers, you may know them, dear reader. The ones bearing Blue and Red.

But i am no immortal being, i am fully mortal. But I am magically enhanced, if you could even say that. I could keep myself alive forever, but not now. I have a life to live. Its my birthday.

4 years ago, I came here,

December 12,

My 4th birthday.

I still dont understand how someone could just, sell me away, especially my birth-parents. Am i that bad?

I wish my brother was here,

I miss him.

I stand up from the dinner table.

"Violet?" Dad looks up from his plate, "Are you alright dear?"

I nod, " I don't feel well." My Devilish Father looks at Dad then to me, the concern I've come to recognize flashes over his face.

"Is your side hurting? Your head? You should rest up, you did a lot of healing, I'm surprised you can even remember us," he sniffles out.

"I just need to go out for some fresh air," I lie, " Just feeling a bit nauseous."

" You know you can tell us that you're going to that... what's his name?" He looks to King Dice,

"Cuphead." They both give a look of disgust.

" That Cuphead's house." I laugh, grabbing my coat off the hanger.

"I'm going to see Mugman, Papa. Don't worry, Cuphead is a little too rambunctious for my liking." I wink.

They sigh, shooing me outside. I tell them I'll be safe and go off on my journey back across the tracks.

Walking though all three isles is boring on your own, as I reach the door of Elder Kettle's home, I stop.

Why would they even be in here? Of course they're out fishing!

I run back down to the river, spotting the two boys laughing. I yell out to them and wave intensely.

"Hey! Get over here!" Cuphead yells across the rumbling river bank.

Focus now, on your feet, you are light as a feather, now walk.

My eyes glow purple, my shoes glowing as well, I lift myself off the ground and over the water to the boys.

They look amazed as always, my powers still new to them.

I take a seat, preparing for a relaxing evening with my own kind.

(Chapter End)