one shots I guest

first sight

Our fate was something uncommon to stories you've read before. It was more unexpected than you might think.

It was the sixth day of August. A man wearing a cloak with a cup for a head travels through the deep woods. Searching for nothing but death. Not on others but to himself as he held a rope in hand. Things were not what he had desired for his life. A broken family, A mad man for a father, A prostitute for a mother,

And a dead brother.

Oh how he hated his life. How he wished it was different. How he wanted to erase his existence in this world.

"I hated this world"

So he tied loose strings of his fated demise on to a branch of lost hope, Above a large feet off ground. He tied the other end around his neck and closed his eyes stepping forward to fall and hang by the neck.

"Don't!! "

A sudden voice rang out behind the woods. What is this? Is it only in his mind? Was he going mad?

Or was there someone who cared?

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

He called hoping to find it as a delusion only. But fate proves him mistaken. As a man with horn like hair steps out of the darken shadows of woods.

"Please don't do it"

What's going on is this man insane? or maybe he really cared? The porcelain man stooped and tried to continue.

But something felt odd.

His body suddenly denied to take the leap and his mind decided to back down. What's happening? What's going on?! The porcelain man was trembling before he climbs down. Meeting this strange horned man in front of him. As he asks a question to the said man.

"Why? "

"What do you mean why? "

"Why did you stopped me from taking this leap?"

Tears struggles to fall onto his hands as the horned man smiled and said.

"I don't want to see another soul be trapped forever in this woods"

"What?... "

"This woods took such great numbers of men, women, and children and tears that they weep grew this trees fertile, Their souls trapped in this barks and branches forever, still weeping in their endless sorrow"

Those words struck afire to the other man's heart, realizing that he would have faced the same fate the others did. He looked deep into the other man's velvet eyes as the said man struck his hand.

"My name is Bendy, what's yours? "

He took his hand in return and smiled solemnly to him.

"Cuphead, and thanks for saving me"

"There is no need to be thankful for, what's important is that you're alive"

And that was how they first met the love of their lives.