Miracle [hiatus atm]

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"I want to know more about your little bro, Mugman," said the little devil darlin' trying to sound as caring as he can, trying to make a friend this time, his elbows rested on the bartop and his head rested on the top of his wrists, and despite his class, he wore a scarf, a bright red shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans, which to Cuphead's surprise he couldn't help but laugh to himself at his fashion sense, although he doesn't have one since he wears the same thing everyday.

"Why do you want to know more about him? What are you planning to do with him" Cuphead wanted to be as careful as he could, the last time he trusted Mugman with someone, it ended with Mugman having a broken wrist and a loose molar in his mouth, oosing cherry red blood which made Cuphead take all the blame from elder kettle.

"Because, Mugm' seems like a interesting piece of work."
"Interesting piece of work huh?" Which made the ruffed cup sick to his stomach, to which he continued, "a piece of work he is, but you aren't tellin' me what you want with him."

The demon could tell how badly the cup wanted to know, you could tell by his change of accent and the change of face Cuphead had made.

"I want to apply him to work with me..." Bendy waited for a response from Cuphead of glee, judging on what happened on the pay day, which made him want to help the poor cup out. But- nah he got a 'the fuck you saying?' Kind of face from the cup. "At Hell's Casino-"

As soon as Cuphead heard the word "Hell", it angered him, and as soon as he heard the word "Casino", it pissed him to hell 'n' back, and his aggressive behaviour was getting to him, his hands were clawing the table in a huge ass hissyfit as he punched the bar top instead of bendy, but even then, Bendy cowered back to protect himself.

Everyone stared at Cuphead, who was very clearly fuckin' frustrated, and so everyone fell silent to see how he would fuck up, which stressed Bendy up like a cat on edge. Cuphead stares at his hands a little, got up calmly, and had a small glass cup of vodka.

"Cup, that's not a good idea." Bendy whispered, worried that someone wouldn't judge Cuphead as a completely different person that Bendy thought he was: a happy go lucky kinda guy.

Cuphead noticed everyone, everyone noticed him. His anxiety started to kick in more quickly than any sort of vodka ever could, the anxiety was intoxicating, Bendy was muffled and Chalice looked at him worried.

He had to say something to cut the tension.
"I- Uh- I'm not- I-Uhhhhhh.. I'm not gay."

At this moment, Bendy slapped his face, Chalice giggled and everyone else went on with their business.

"Listen, Cup, can I give him the job or not" Bendy was getting frustrated with the damn idiot.

"I'll bring him over tomorrow, and ask him in the back tomorrow." Cuphead whispered, the strong smell of alcohol was present around him.

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Writer's note: AAAA TYSM FOR 100 followers
KSKSK IDK HOW TO CELEBRATE IT BUT TYYYY