Cuphead woke up, head splitting and and his body too heavy to move, he looked at the other side of the room to see Mugman asleep and as Cuphead did, he cringed since Mugman must have fell onto his bed and fell asleep instantly which made him almost look like he's the one drinking.
He looked over to his analog alarm in which the small handle pointed 5 and the large handle pointing to 1, and judging from the lack of noise outside and how dark it was, he assumed it was morning. 5 in the morning. Cuphead felt thirsty, he could feel his throat dry, making him incapable to speak or even spit a whisper to get himself awake.
He got up in a heavy state almost like a heavy weight, and moved slouching to the kitchen just to wake him up, and since he's already awake, he decided to get ready for work. A shower, a fresh palette for his body to feel grimy and smell like smoke and alcohol. Tampered his hair, making it nice and pampered again to make himself look like a million bucks, and usually it works just to get a few extra coins. Brushed his teach and made his way back to his room in his boxers.
As soon as he got into his room he looked inside his wardrobe, lots of the same; shirts, skinny jeans, a pair of shoes and 1 bowtie. he put them on and loosely placed his bow tie around his neck without tying it, and while doing so he went back to the kitchen to have some sort or alcohol (tequila flavour beer, which is his favourite) and started thinking about his dream before he went to work, "Cuppy..." as he drank the bottle he felt himself welling up with tears and sniffs calmly, which eventually developed into a full sob. "C-Cuppy, why? Why couldn't you be real? You would've made my l-life so much better" and as he said that, he stuffed his head into his arms and started groaning 'Cuppy' under his breath.
After a while it turned 7am, and Mugman woke in his boxers (they are very much alike as you couldn't tell.) which had spaceships on them, which the pattern looked like something typically worn by toddlers, the top half of his chest had bruises and red marks which had clearly shown where he was punched last night.
"Cup, you already awake?" Mugman was half asleep, half awake seeing his brother sobbing mainly because he only had a 3 hour sleep and he was still drunk technically, so following this logic, Cuphead had a (and I quote from Mug) a big drunky wanky boy dream.
"Yeah Cuppy, I'm awake." which Cuphead had said with a yawn, which only made Mugman cringe a big handful, who is Cuppy?!
"Aaaanyway... Coffee?" Mugman asked until he was completely cut off by Cuphead lovingly describing himself."Yeah I'd like a coffee, something with a nice light yellow tint that could obstruct any alcohol smell from a mile away,"
"Mhmmm" Mugman was trying so hard not to laugh at this point.
"A fluffy lock of hair and a loving red bow tie that looked like the colour of his beautiful ruby eyes and- and- his adorable pink apron and his adorable little face."
"Sounds like you," Mugman said jokingly as he was making Cuphead's coffee, but Mugman almost burned himself on the black coffee as he was disgusted at what Cuphead said next."Yeah it was me actually!"
"CUPHEAD WHAT THE FUCK-" Mugman sorta stopped mid sentence, since Elder Kettle was asleep and he just because Cuphead never really found himself attractive or handsome, so he just sorta took it as a sign of self-confidence.The two boys sat at the time, talking about things they wanted to do today, since Cuphead works from 7pm to about 2am which is why he doesn't get to sleep much and he's only powered on coffee, and they had decided to look around Inkwell II which is usually where they can act like silly old goons and go and annoy people. "So! It's decided, we're going to Inkwell II!" Mugman said, finally getting to hang with his cupbro.
Cuphead keeps his work clothes on, since he couldn't be bothered to get changed and because he wasn't planning to do out, and Mugman just grabbed whatever hoodie he could as well as whatever he could wear to hid his boxers. Cuphead grabbed the keys to the house, a exact-o-knife and walked out the house with Mugman in a cheerful mood.
They made it to Inkwell II, which even though the place was 2nd Class, the people in it were really looney and fun to talk to, as well as mess around with to have a laugh. Mugman had met his girlfriend in Inkwell II, she was a cup with blue cotton candy hair and was generally quite a cheerful, sassy weirdo, but y'know that's why he loved her and she loved Mugman for his 'I act tuff but I'm not' attitude that she can see right though, which made him into a sweetheart.
While the boys were at Inkwell II, They met up with a old bird named Wally Warbles and his son, who's name was kept unknown by his farther for an unknown reason, who talked, and complained about how stupid their house was, which to Cuphead, was complete nonsense, since he would love a house like their's, and the son was staring at Mugman with the biggest goofy looking grin their is, but Mugman saw evil in his always sees it.
The next was a young woman, maybe in her 30s- maybe in her 40s, but she acted as if she was a million bucks (in which she wasn't) talked down to Cuphead and Mugman as if they were "scums of the earth" which made them feel confused, but I guess it made sense, since it was a difference of class and more than half of 2nd classes looked down on people like Cup 'n' Mug.
And one of the last people they visited was a fortune teller- well to be perfectly honest with you, the boys didn't know what he was, even for Cuphead's knowledge and he's fucking 25, and- what? He's known this man since Mugman was 10?? He said to the boys: "may you find the right people in your life, and all troubles will be solved", and to this statement, Cuphead scuffed it off like it was nothing since he knew it was never going to happen.
7pm hit, and Cuphead took Mugman home, told him sternly not to fight others and gave Mugman the key and left for work, in the rain annoyingly. He safety got to work, and was immediately confronted by one of his co-workers, who's name was Chalice.
Chalice was an incredibly bright and loud person for someone of her class, as well as being more frilly looking than Cuphead, not only that but she was such a 'mom' as most call her in the staff since she always lets Cuphead talk about his problems after the shift, which was sweet, but embarrassing after the night was over and he wakes up in the morning.
By the time Cuphead was working, it was rather pleasant, you usually had family's from other classes coming in (mainly because it's cheap as fuck when you get it down here, you just have the danger of being smuggled). Cuphead would hear stories from the kids, that usually get sent off to 'play with the kids' talk about these amazing dresses, suits, playgrounds and food, in which Cuphead would be just so interested since he would've loved to live like them when he was a young kin, but more importantly steak was his favourite. He would usually press on a steak to squeeze all the "juice" out since it didn't rest long enough and it would make him drool, he couldn't even eat it.
All the families left, and all the dealers, gang member and whatnot started smoking in, and even men and women that were already drunk, which meant that Cuphead could use the people to grab a few drinks for himself, which were typically payed by all the scums in the pub, which was both a cash grab and a free way of getting drunk.
After a while, it was around about 11pm, and Cuphead was somewhat tipsy, a black and white figure sat on a stool and rested his elbows against the bar top and faced directly towards Cuphead, it was Bendy, the demon that helped him yesterday. Cuphead smiled at the fact he got to see his brother's hero, in which he smiled back, "Hey Cuphead, I was wonderin' if we could talk, I just really need to speak to you." And to this request, Cuphead was surprised that Bendy had mentioned the word "Mugman" in his next sentence.
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Miracle [hiatus atm]
FanfictionWow, what a weird place inkwell is [Mature] On hiatus because I'm going to do one shots of basically anything right now, and I want to rethink miracle