Cuphead X Reader Drabbles

thief of words [beppi the clown]

Communication was difficult, to say the least. You were very introverted. Talking never seemed to come easy to you, for you would always somehow mess up in any way, shape, or form.

And because of this, you were perceived as cold. People viewed you as an apathetic monster, who only cared for themself.

But that was far from true. And one clown specifically had a goal of bringing out the best in you.

Hence, why he was waiting at the very border of the second Inkwell Isle, grinning from ear to ear like the fool he was. There you were, making your way towards him, dressed cutely, yet with a look of neutrality present on your face.

Surely you'd look even more adorable with a smile.

With a shout of your name and an overly excited wave, the clown motioned for you to hurry up. So you speed walked towards him. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey Beppi. I have the right to know.. exactly why you invited me here. So go on, explain." Your tone wasn't so much harsh, you just sounded.. vaguely uninterested.

Which he was eagerly willing to change.

"Well cutie, I have got a surprise for you!" Cue a pat to your head. You puffed out your cheeks, having slight disbelief.

You two stood there for a while, just looking at each other, before he broke into slight laughter.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"Oh nothing. Just this." He took off his small hat.

Beneath it was something so unexpected. So unreal. You were oh so confused. But clearly surprised.

It was a fully loaded, gigantic water gun, equipped with multiple rounds so that he could shoot you however long he'd like.

"Any last words, doll?" He cocked the big blue gun, watching as your eyes went wide and you tried to find a way to negotiate. You couldn't.

"It doesn't have to be like th-"

You were shot in the face with the water gun. Not much of a reaction from you, you just stopped talking. Afterwards, you spit out the water.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you! Would you like to say that again?"

And for the first time in a good while, you'd laughed. Not just a laugh either. You laughed at him. He was the source of this. It gave him a sense of pride, and it made his heart inflate inside of his chest.

God your laugh was so perfect. He didn't know what to do with himself.

Until you robbed him of his gun, instantly getting payback for his little prank, or whatever he wanted to call it.

"Wait, I know I shot you and everything, but you can't shoot me-!"

"Oh yeah? Says who?"

"Well-"

Shot in the face, he was. Just as he had done to you. Except unlike you, he let out a loud feminine screech, one that could rival Cala Maria upon being bitten by eels.

Walking up to him, and guiding his arm around your waist, you got onto your tiptoes and robbed him of his hat too, pressing a kiss to his two toned lips in the process.

You made him feel so much, yet you were doing so little. He enjoyed every second of it too..

Who said you needed words to communicate? All you need is a water gun and a good laugh.