Bendy × Cuphead (One shots)

Abused and Hoping for You

Possible trigger warning! Mentions of abuse!! You have been warned!

Cuphead's P.O.V.
I slowly walk up to my room. "Don't you dare give me attitude! I will not hesitate to give you another beating!" I hear my dad, Blackhat, call out. "Whatever..." I mutter. Once I reach my room, I open the door and close it. "This house sucks so fucking much." I say to myself. A big bruise adorns my right arm. "Shit. How the hell am I gonna hide this?" I look around and notice an old sweater that's really small. Dad never really buys me much clothes, let alone jackets or sweaters. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!" An idea pops into my head. "Bendy!" I run to my phone and call him. "Heya, Cup! I thought you were too cool to be calling me." He teases. "Pfft. Whatever. I still am too cool to be calling you, but I need your help." I respond, trying to sound as if I hadn't just gotten my ass beat a few minutes ago. "Alright, bud. I'll help you." He says. "Thanks! I just wante-" He cuts me off. "With one exception." "Fine! What is it?" I ask. "You have to admit that you're a dork and a total nutjob." He says smugly. "Hell no." I scoff. "Well, I was gonna help you, but I guess you don't want my help. Bye!" "Wait! Wait! Wait!" I quickly shout a little too loud. "Better keep your fucking voice down, boy!" My dad shouts from downstairs. "Who is that?" Bendy asks. "It's.. ahh... erm, it's my dad. He's uh, drunk and he kinda has a headache." What a lame excuse. "Oh... anywho, what were you gonna say?" He asks. "I'm a total dork and a nutjob." I mumble. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you. What did you say?" Bends mocks me. "I'm a total dork and a nutjob." I say a bit louder. "That's better. Now what did you need help with?" He asks. "I was wondering if you could buy me a sweater or a jacket of some sort? Either one is fine. I'll give you the money, you just have to stop by." I say. "Nah, it's okay. I can buy it for you. I don't need your money." He says. This is why he's my best friend. "Are you sure? Because I can totally give you money." I persist. "Hey, it's what best friends are for. I'll see you in a bit, okay?" He says. "Okay..." "Bye." He hangs up. I lay down on my bed. {How did I ever get so lucky with him? He's always there for me. He still hangs out with me when I'm being a douche. I just might love the guy.} My door swings open, causing me to jump up. "So, you think you can talk as long as you want, eh? Did you not fucking hear me calling you?!?" Blackhat shouts. "I have a fucking freedom of speech, asshole! I couldn't hear you because I block out the sound of idiocy!" I shout back. "Why you little shit!" He grabs the object nearest to him which, unfortunately, is a chair. He swings it as my side before I can react. It hits me and I sink to the floor in pain. He takes a knife out of his pocket and kneels down to me. "You know... sometimes I think you'd be better off respecting me." He presses the knife against my left arm. "Oh, yeah? Well I think I'd be better off on the streets!" I try not to pay much attention to the knife pressed against my skin. "You'd die!" Blackhat yells, pressing the knife deeper into my skin. "I'd rather die out there from starvation than die in here from you!" I growl. "It's not as if you eat anything so you'd die either way!" The knife is getting deeper. "You're such a disgrace! And you're the person that's supposed to be my fucking father?!! Pathetic! It's no wonder Mugs ran away!!" Memories of Mugs floods my thoughts,causing tears to come to my eyes. Blackhat drags the knife across my skin slowly. I cry out in pain, unable to ignore it anymore. "I'm your father and I will forever remain your father! Just be glad I never killed the boy!" {Enough of this shit!} Out of anger, I grab the knife and stab him in the stomach. Surprised, he falls down. I get up and try to run. "Cuphead..." I stop. "What?" "You know I still love you, right? Even your brother, even if he was bothersome sometimes." He says. "What you did to Mugs and I was far from affection and love. Asshole." I grab my phone and run outside. It's a windy and cloudy day. I slow down my pace a little until I'm walking. I bump into someone. "Sorry." "Cuphead?" I look up only to see Bendy. "Huh? Oh, shit. Sorry, Bends. I completely forgot the money." "I don't care about the money, Cuphead. What happened to your fucking arms!?!?" I look at both of my arms, remembering the cut and bruise. "Oh, ummm, I kinda tripped when I was running." "That cut is really deep. Are you self-harming??" Bends asks, clearly concerned and worried. "What? N-No...." I look down. "Then how did this get on your arms?" Bendy is examining both of my arms. "Wait, you did say your dad was drunk, right?" He asks suspiciously. "Y-Yeah..." {Oh, no...} "And you wanted me to get you either a jacket or a sweater, both consisting of long sleeves. This bruise and cut seem fresh unlike the others. You came straight from home so I assume you didn't get in any fights..." I would always tell Bendy that I got into fights and that's where my bruises would come from. This time, I had a huge bruise and cut which I didn't want to show. "Cuphead... are you being abused by your father?" He asks, looking up at me. {Curse your smartness, Bends.} "Well... c-can I have the sweater, please?" I ask. He hands it to me and I put it on. It's pretty snug. "Okay... yes my father is abusing me." He looks shocked. "B-But... why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me?" "Because I didn't want you to worry." I respond, trying my best to plaster on a fake smile. He looks fidgety and hesitant to say something. "C-Cuphead... it's okay for me t-to worry a-about you. W-Worrying about you is just m-my way o-of showing that I-I love you and c-care about you. Take that smile off, because I know it's fake." I am completely surprised. Bendy grabs my hands and pulls me into a kiss. I melt into it. He pulls away. "You know, you could stay with Boris and I. Our parents are pretty cool." He smiles at me. "I think I'd love that, Bends." I smile back. I give him another kiss and we walk to his house, hand in hand. {Hopefully, I'll be able to live normally for once. With Bendy by my side, I think it's possible.}

The End.
A/N: Decided to try something a bit different with Cup being abused this time. Anywho, hope y'all liked the story and maybe the next part will be a lemon. Who knows? 😏 {Wait... I know. Such an idiot sometimes.} Buh-bye!!