So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun.

Part 9

It took a lot longer than it ought to prepare the tea considering neither of them cud move as fast as they wanted. It was a God send that Felix had the ingredients in his bag and all they had to do is start a fire to boil water. Bendy was slowly getting more concerned by the fact that the boy didn't wake up. 

- Relax Bendy...the hit was hard...beyond that perhaps he was just tired...- The cat tried to ease the small devil's fear. At the same time attempting to squish his own hope that the boy doesn't wake up at ALL. Survival instincts are hard to explain away, especially if logic is on their side. - I think the Tea is don, Hold his Head Bendy i don't know what the immediate reaction will be. 

The little devil nodes and toke the white cup gently in hands waiting for Felix to pour the piping hot, green liquid inside. It smelt like fresh cut grass, plesentli so. Once in the cup they wait for a few seconds before Felix dipped a small bamboo brush in it and started, slowly mixing the black tar whit the 'infused' water. Once the brush retched the white soul material Cuphead flinched and spazemed before opening his black ayes and lurching forward to barf. Startled Bendy let go and Felix moved back watching the green and black liquid spill on to the ground, along side the vomit. The demon was the first one to snap back in to consciousness. In a heart beat he was at the boys side taping his back and whispering encouragement. 

-It's okay. It's okay, get it all out...It will fell better I promise.  

He was rewarded by a fist and a pair of angry read pupils steering at him whit true undeluded horror and anger. It would be threatening if it wasn't said between bouts of vomit

-What did you doo to me...- Cuphead croaked .

-It's...a herbal infusion to help whit the think glued to your soul...

-H..hel..help? I feel...i feel like I'm about to die. - Whined almost falling face first in to his own vomit, when his hands give out. But Bendy was there to grab him and pull him in to a warm embrace. Cuphead registers that the hold of the black thin hands wasynt as intrusive as King Dices embrace. Plus it felt like somebody cared to truly help not help themselves by helping him, manipulating his mind and body. The last person to do that was... 

- Mugs..i miss Mugman...- He whispers, opening his ayes, for the first time ever sync his brothers name was clear in his own head. Name face,  they weren't clear but they were there. And despite his best efforts  Cuphead felt his ayes swelling  whit tears. The dam of numbness and forgetfulness was breaking down before Felix and Bendy's ayes drowning the black aye boy. The dancing demon would haw lied if he said he wasn't starting to regret his choices. But now that everything was said and done one cud only sit and hope for the best. 

- And elder Kettle...I miss them all...I'm so sorry...-He whisperer as a tsunami of guilt came rushing in. Every memory perhaps not perfectly clear but sharp enough for him to understand how many people he hurt. 

-Uh hey hey..It's...It's okay, your alive, as long as you haw that you can fix things...- Bendy tried but it was to no avail, the cup in his arms even more hysterical as he remembers his brother was DEAD. Everyone was DEAD, perhaps even elder Kettle...and if not dead then they were...they were...corrupted. 

He barfed again. 

Bendy narrowly avoided being hit. Felix watched all of this from the side, his hand resting on a rather large rock, supposedly 'innocent' but if the casino lackey steeped whit one finger out of line. He expected a somehow violent reaction from the detoxification but this was... new. Reluctantly he let go of his would be weapon, and came closer whit a cold wet rag to wipe the cups face. It toke some time for the boy to get a hold of himself, once he did. He was no less exhausted than Bendy when Felix puled him out of  the boat. Very slowly and somehow robotic Cuphead looked up at Bendy and sighed. Mugs and Kettle always made a big deal a bout manners.