Cuphead Demon AU: Brothers Cuphead and Mugman x Baby! Sister! Reader

Baby Hijacking Pt. 2

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© Jinn belongs to Sawsan and Suha

© Aisha belongs to Sawsan and Suha

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© Story belongs to me.

Recap: Back to y/n, her "dad" slowly crouch walked to an opening and opened a type of portal to another place on Inkwell Isles.

King Dice and the Devil carried Jinn's body to the infirmary where they did a few spells and such to heal her and to remove the shells from the shotgun. 2 hours of surgery and another 5 hours of sleep for Jinn, she finally awoke around 10:00 at night. Trying to get her bearings, he was surrounded by the whole Casino crew. The Devil's voice caught her attention. "Jinn, what happened?"

Jinn gripped her head feeling the after effects of the spells and potions travelling through her system. She really didn't have time to react to a tear-faced Aisha shaking her. "Where is Y/n?!" She all but screamed at Jinn. "Darlin' stop, she's still recovering." Mr. Wheezy tried to reason. Pulling the emotional woman off Jinn. "The boys haven't returned yet, sir." King Dice whispered in the Devil's ear. "They'll be fine, we need to find y/n, and let the son of a b***h suffer a thousand times over in the 8 gates of Hell." The Devil grind his teeth. "Sir, isn't there only 7 gates?" Hopus Pocus asked from the door entrance. "Oh the 8th gate is one I will create personally for them." A dark glint flashed in the Devil's eyes causing the entire Casino crew to shiver. Some even felt pity for the poor soul foolish enough to kidnap y/n.

Speaking of the child...

"Come on kid, eat something. I know you think I'm just some crazy person that stole you away from your family, but believe me, they took you from me." Y/n dad spoke with y/n in his lap sitting on a tattered bed in a corner of an alley. Y/n shook her head and turned away again obviously mad about this whole thing, especially him killing Jinn (or so she thinks). "Sweetie, please you'll need the energy when you see your mother again." He tried to reason. But Y/n was stubborn, she would not eat anything this man tried to feed her. And really, where did he get it anyway. "No! I want my daddy!" demanded the toddler. That struck a nerve. "Listen here you little shit, I am your daddy. That monster you call daddy is nothing, but a metaphor for death to come, he is the thing that keeps even the saints up at night and bring fear upon a nation, don't you ever associate him with the title of "Dad." He struck Y/n across the cheek.

There left a deafening pause, Y/n curled into herself on the cement ground holding her bruise cheek. "I'm so sorry baby, daddy didn't mean to hurt you. Here let me help you." Y/n supposed "dad" offered out a hand, but Y/n hit it away. "No, leave me alone!" she screamed. She struggled to stand, but putting pressure on her sprained ankle wasn't the best idea. Giving out only a yelp, she falls to the mud, spit, shit, and other microscopic germs ground. The man, we'll (ugh) call James, helped her up and into his arms. He slowly stood up and walked to the end of the alleyway, it was nighttime by now, so not many people were out. He looked both ways before walking down the street, 4 blocks down, 1 turn left crossing the street, 2 rights and they finally arrived in front of a two-story apartment building. Y/n looked upon the building with anticipation. Walking up the steps, James rang the first floor doorbell.

A woman in her early 30's answered the door, only to slam it in front of his face. "Bethany, please look who I found." James pleaded through the door. "Go away James, you gave our daughter up almost those two years ago to the Devil himself, I will call the police if you don't find your way off my steps." She threatens. "Bethany, look I've brought, it's our daughter." James answers, lifting Y/n up a little. "How dare you play me...for... a fool." Swinging the door to her front room open, she ready to punch him in the face until she set her eyes on the girl in his arms. "Charlie, my precious baby." The women broke into tears, ripping the child from James's arms, hugging her.