The Devil's Dice

Only Dice

King Dice

The painful sight of a caved-in ceiling, the stench of leaking gas, the split in half casino tables, the broken bar stools, not to mention the lack of staff in this damn place because of their released contracts. Of course, there are exceptions that once freed have home to go back to so they'll be coming back once they realize it. Then there's me, been here for so long I kinda forgot what the islands are like or even what they look like. I sigh at the destruction in front of my face wishing I didn't have to clean all this up, even though we have been beaten, this casino means more than the gambling and contracts. Although those were a bonus, that wasn't the main purpose of this place... My thoughts were interrupted by the crashing of a shot glass against the cracked wall.

"All you good for nothing lackeys, getting BEAT by CHILDREN? You all are fucking useless. Nothing but pains in my god damn side." I felt the anger Boss excreted, but angry or not he just pissed me off. 

"'Good for nothing lackeys' huh? 'GOOD FOR NOTHING LACKEYS'?! Are you fucking kidding me? Your sorry ass also got whipped by them don't forget, and how DARE you call me that after all your shit I've put up with. Do you know how many occasions I had to pay because of you? HUH? So MR. DEVIL, what's your brilliant plan now? Huh?" At this point, I was inches away from his face, my face was flushed and I was panting hard. My finger rest against his chest that I had been roughly steering at, my eyes had released fuming tears that were a mix with rage, frustration, and hurt. The taller figure began to look at me with what I can only see as guilt and I'm glad he is guilty.

"Pip, Dot, take Dice out of here." A deep and raspy voice called out causing my attention to shift from Boss to them, my minions, my crew. I felt good inside knowing they came back. Pip and Dot grabbed each of my hands and dragged me out of the room.

"Don't waste your tears, Ma. You know how Pa is when he's frustrated and angry at himself." Dot rolls her eyes. Despite their tough appearance Dot and Pip were the kindest out of this little crew of ours, well when we're not in business they are. 

"It's like Dot said he's a butthead, and he probably always will be, but that doesn't help does it?" The tiny domino looks up at me with questioning eyes, I know exactly what he means and he is right so I give a small nod in understanding. We walk into the elevator and head up to the private quarters that are meant for all casino workers, Pip and Dot make sure I am in bed before leaving. You never realize how sleepy you are until you are told to rest. I pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

On Inkwell Island 

It's been a week since Cuphead and Mugman defeated The Devil and ripped up everyone's contracts, during the week everyone has been happy; laughing, playing, and just enjoying their freedom, but also during this week, people increased the about of talk about King Dice. This sudden talk made a certain young cup curious, but whenever he would ask anyone they'd end the conversation about the man and shoo him away. Despite this Cuphead was determined to get answers, so he went to ask the one Inkwell islander that he knew could give him answers, Elder Kettle.

"Elder! Kettle! Elder Kettle!" The cup shouted as he ran towards the home he'd grown up in with his brother that was hot on his trail. "Elder Kettle... I... have a... question." The little cup huffed as he tried to catch his breath while his brother lay on the grass absolutely exhausted from their running. The kettle chuckled at the boys before heading inside to grab them a drink. When returning he gave the drinks to the boys then relaxed in his rocking chair.

"I have a feeling I know your question, but I'll ask anyway. What is the question you have Cuphead?" Cuphead had finally caught his breath and gleamed at the opportunity at getting answers.