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

Voyage to Familiar

© Picture belongs to Disney's Hercules

© Jinn belongs to sws-sisters

© Aisha belongs to sws-sisters

© Cuphead belongs to StudioMDHR

© Story belongs to me

Author Announcement: In response to yamixpatriciaxyugi's comment; Oooh I loved the idea so much I just couldn't stop thinking about it, I hope you don't mind me using it, but there will be a twist!

Enjoy you guys! :)

Returning to the Casino, Dice took notice to the slouching figure of his boss. The Devil had carried Y/n's body all the way back without stop, without teleportation,  Dice knew he had to regret not resting once. They had came from the other side of the city back to the other side of hell. He walked closer to his boss and lifted his hand. "Boss, you look terrible, here let me carry her..." Dice went to take Y/n's body out of his hold, when the Devil jerked violently away and swiftly turned his eyes on the King. "Don't touch her!" He roared. The Devil trudged ahead opening the Casino doors and made a beeline up the stairs to Y/n's bedroom. Dice was at a lost, never had he seen his boss so distress and he's seen him cry quite a few times during his employment under him. Jinn walked up beside him and put a hand on his shoulder saying, "Don't be too hurt Dice, he just watched his daughter die in his arm, anyone would be hostile for their child's body when someone else tries to touch them." Jinn explained. Putting a hand over Jinn's, Dice turned his body towards her, "Yes, but he seems even more distress, as if, he knows something even more dire than he's letting on. I don't know, maybe I just can't believe she's.." He stops himself, no one was ready to accept that Y/n was actually gone, 17, and just gone, could you imagine?

As everyone went to rest for the day as the Casino wasn't going to open tonight from the turn of events, the brothers went to their sister's room. Opening the door they found their father and Jinn with King Dice removing the last of the spear and started to close the wound. Cuphead and Mugman walked close enough to look at Y/n's resting face as if asleep, her eyes long since closed, no movement to indicate dreaming, and no rise or fall of the chest to indicate breathing. It was an other worldly thing for them. You couldn't really tell who hated themselves more, Cuphead or Mugman, both blamed themself for not protecting their baby sister like they promised all those years ago. What snuck into their mind was a particular memory of one of the many movie nights they've had since she was 2. It was a few weeks after the release of the movie "Happy Death Day" and the boys thought to add some bits of humor to their usually horrific agenda. So it came as a surprise to them that their sister was actually excited to hear they were going to watch it. She even dressed for the occasion, black jeans, black long sleeve shirt with a grey coat vest, goggles, and (Cuphead did not want them on his bed), Black Roger combat boots, with a book bag of supplies for the occasion. The brothers sure did get a laugh out of their sister's appearance. They could help, but smile sadly at the thought. Their sister was outgoing in every respect.

Jinn held Y/n cold hand, staring intently at the appendix looking for a twitch from one of the fingers, just a little jerk of the first finger, pinky?, thumb? Nothing. Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes, they slipped through her calm resolve and she laid her head on the edge of the bed, her hand tighten around Y/n's and cried, the Devil casted his furry arm around her shoulder. He knew how much as a daughter Y/n was to her and Aisha. She cared and watched her from her first steps to her drooling over her newest phone. Jinn was the one she ran to when hurt, well besides Dice, and the one that comfort her after a terrible day of cramps, that snuck her ice cream at midnight and made forts and stayed in them for hours on end. She was Jinn's world as much as the boys and Satan, but most of all she was her daughter/charge/baby. And to have to accept that she was gone when her life was just starting was devastating.