Traumatized

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~Mugman's POV~

I woke up pretty early. I was proud that for once I was the one to get up early. I was usually the one who slept in late! I got up and changed into my shirt and pants. I tried my best to not make as much noise as possible. I silently unzipped the text and took a breath of the fresh air! There was a nice breeze, birds chirping, and the sun high up. I exhaled and walked back into the tent to grab my scarf until I heard a whimper from my brother. I looked over to his side, and he had dried tears on his cup. I got worried and tried shaking him awake. "Cups. Cups wake up. Cups, cmon! wake up bro!" He bolted up and started breathing like if he was just drowning. He then started looking around really fast until our eyes met. I could feel his terror. I sat down beside him and he started shaking. Must of been a pretty bad nightmare. He had tears, was shaking, and his face was like if he'd seen a ghost! "hey now.. It's ok cuppy. Sh sh sh. Everything is going to be just fine! Just please tell me what happened." I said making him worse than before. He was like a kitty that was outside on a stormy night. "I-I-I w-was in a-a b-black s-space. A-a-and y-you were t-there too... Y-y-you were t-telling me h-how you w-were d-disappointed because I-I s-s-shot y-you. A-and I w-was there too. B-but I looked different. M-my hair w-was messier a-a-and I h-had r-red eyes. I w-was acting c-crazy.. *begins to cry*" It was worse than I thought! My brother was traumatized of the memory when he shot me, but I know that it was by accident. I sat him down and dried his tears. I had never seen my brother look so terrified before. "what's going on?! I heard loud crying-" Boris said coming into our tent. "what's going on?" He asked staring at Cuphead. "he's traumatized of a memory.." I said rubbing Cuppy's hand. "I'M SORRY!!!" Cups said hugging me tight. "oh... is it the one where he did you know what to you?" Boris said sitting down next to me. I nodded and continued to rub his back. For once in my life, I wasn't happy. I hate seeing my brother sad, bummed, or mad. It really hurts me to see him like this. I continued to look down as I held my brothers hand. He stopped his crying but I know he still felt the pain inside. "breakfast is re-" Bendy said walking into our tent which made Cup cry again but even worse than before. "who's the baby now huh? Need me to get your bottle for ya? Or ya need some tissues?" Bendy said mocking him. That really ticked me off. Before he could say anything else I snapped at him. "BENDY KNOCK IT OFF! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! LEARN TO FUCKING RESPECT MY BROTHER!!" Sure it was rude, but I'm not going to let my brother be teased by Bendy. Especially when he's like this. Bendy slowly backed away from me and left the tent without saying a word. Boris looked at me, then left the tent. I heard a little bit of the conversation. Boris was backing me up. He is a great friend. Eventually cup stopped crying, but his eyes were now grey and his porcelain cup was pale and  I sighed, knowing that this wasn't a great sign and changed him into his clothes. The devil can take my soul, but I'm not going to stop taking care of my bro until he feels better...

                                                    That's a Cup Promise!

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