Miracle [hiatus atm]

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Cuphead made it, although he was technically 30 mins late, he ran into the Hell's casino, and despite the fact he didn't like being stared down by all the other "fuckers", he ran straight to the co-owners office, slid in and slammed the door.

"So Cuphead, 30 minutes late and you still decide to show up?" it was a intimidating voice, one so low it pierced through Cuphead like a double edged sword, you could hear the sound of a gun's barrel being opened and closed in a patient but inpatient tone. The "good for nothin' lackey" (as said by the big man himself), Mr. King dice. Or master? No one knows if he's married or not but, there he was. Cuphead just felt sick seeing him. Expensive suits, body guards, golden rings and a awesome ass revolver Mugman Would be goin' crazy bout, all Cuphead knew was that Dice flexed his wealth and he flexed it good, made every single 3rd class even more low life than they already are, and as I just said, it made Cuphead feel sick, both at him and himself.

"L-listen, King Dice, I just woke up late-"
"Drank too much again I suppose? Large shots of vodka and a big glass of rum 'n' cola?" Cuphead, just sorta stared him down as he just laughed at Cuphead, mocking him. King Dice grabbed a empty glass and proceeded to pretend to take as many shots as he can and mocked Cuphead for 'interesting' reasons. Annoyingly, it was very accurate from when he was at Bendy's house but he forgot Cuphead's.... Hobby? I guess we could call it one.

"Listen I have all the money, even the money for Mugs, I have the money!" Cuphead was really aggravated when he said that, mainly because Dice was mocking a serious problem he had that was partially his fault. Dice slowly pulled out his hand with a huge smirk on his face, but it slowly faded. One by one Cuphead set out the money for each person.
"Me." He slams his two hundred.
"Kettle." He slams Kettle's two hundred.
"Mugman." He slams Bendy's two hundred.

Not only was Dice surprised, but annoyed at the fact he wasn't able to kill someone this time, especially someone Cuphead cares about, but, Dice kept his cool, took the money and just glared at Cuphead for a few seconds before shooing him off. It took Cuphead a while to retain a laugh, or a mock or a childish "fuck you, you fucker" but, Cuphead saluted a goodbye with a big old smirk on his face, the fact he was able to piss of Dice more than the next person. He walked out the office, out the casino and out of the city, out inkwell III, out inkwell II and into inkwell I.
Silence one minute.
The next-
"WOOOOOHOOOO, OHHHH FUCK YESSS" He laughed and for once he was jumping around happy almost as if he was a small child each time he got jelly for desert, and despite the fact people in isle one was staring him down, since being happy is a strange concept, Cuphead is happy. He ran, head over heals, back home to tell Mugman he's gonna live another month. By the time he got home, he rushed to Elder Kettle's room saying he's gonna make him a tea later and that he payed Dice, and he rushed over to his room (which him and Mugman shared) only to find Mugman wasn't actually there, which killed Cuphead's mood but he figured he would come soon.

Cuphead makes Elder Kettle a tea (doesn't happen often) which suprised Elder Kettle, And he waited in the living room, with a coffee. Aaaany second now.

Cuphead looks around the living room just finally looking at it, and he starts to feel annoyed at the place he lives, a run down, cruddy, disgusting, unhygienic two bedroom flat. It just annoyed him, he hated passing out in such a disgusting room and waking up in said room straight after a hangover, he needed to get out of this place- no- they needed to get out of this life. He didn't want Mugman to turn out like 'them', which mainly consisted of thugs, strippers, and more importantly (and what Mugman is leading himself into) gang members. Couple hours go by and in the middle of a shot Cuphead was having, speak of the devil, Mugman come back in a pumped up mood but he was stamped with bruises and scars and small chipped pieces. Of course Cuphead was shocked to see his young ass brother in this state, but he knew what Mugman was doing. He was out fighting again. Usual thing he sees when he comes back home: Mugman having a pumped but disrespectful attitude either making a coffee or taking advantage of when Cuphead is drunk and begging for some sort of alcohol, which would usually lead to the two boys play fighting tipsy or being really sad and moaning about their problems. Either way, Cuphead was sober (ish) for once and he was pissed.

"Mugs."
"What's that your 9th shot of vodka?", surprisingly, Mugman was genuinely serious with that comment and he even said it in a tone that only angered Cuphead more.
"No actually, my second," Cuphead preceded with a sarcastic tone, "what's that? Your 9th fight this week?"

They both stared each other down. Tensity that was pretty strong, but Cuphead knew how to fix it, he just needed to get all the important shit out his system.

"So, I forgot to pick up the thing you ordered-"
"Cup, god damn it, that's like- the fifth time this week-"
"But, that's because I was busy saving your ass."
Mugman went from anger to an absolute realisation that he forgot about ages ago. "You mean... I can still live?"
Cuphead smiles and nodded a big yes, and Mugman's straight up bitch face changed to a Mugman that no one outside the apartment knows about, and for the first time, or a long deadass time. Mugman hugged him. Cuphead embraced it for a little while.

"Now then." Cuphead said in a serious tone
"EH."

Before you know it , Mugs had been pushed onto the ground, chest facing it and his head being pushed down by Cuphead with one hand and the other hand pulling on Mugman's arm, worst of all, the 17 year old brother couldn't move due to his 25 year old brother being ontop of him ruffing him up.

"Care to tell me why you were fighting again?" All Cuphead could do was smirk due to Mugman finally acting his age, probably younger.

"Elder Kettle, HEEELP, HES TRYING TO BREAK MY ARRM!!" Mugman said sobbing since it hurt like crazy and his arm was being twisted at the same time.

"Muuugs~ to get out of this you gotta tell me why~" The way Cuphead said that was basically singing out his mouth, although with a good lookin' boy like himself, he's bound to have a good voice, he keeps himself hydrated anyways.

Mugman blurted, "FIINE, JESUS CHRRIST, THAT FUCKING HURTS YOU CUCK-"

"MUGMAN-" Elder Kettle walks into the room with his cane barely holding on- he was mortified by Mugman saying that. Baring in mind Mugman had kept his reputation of perfect child long enough-

"Cuphead, let go. Now."
Cuphead let go of the young lad, giggling since he was basically teasing at that point, but as soon as Mugman got up, he was pulled by his handle to the other room (which hurt like hell, think of it as pulling on someone's wounded ear) to have a good old 'talking to' about his language and behaviour. Cuphead waited for Mugs afterwards, they decided to Cards and drink alcohol (and don't worry Mugman had shandy) until it was about 2 am in the morning.

Mugman would say 'Cup is a sore loser because he was drunk and sucks at cards.'

Writer note: YOYO, so I wanted to say that the art in this chapter was made by ddadchaarlie and we ship our cup boys very much Sksksk, thank you for reading btw <333