"E-Elder Kettle!" the red cup yelled, clasping his hand to his chest. The elderly kettle stepped closer, waving his hands down in attempt to get the startled boy to calm down. "It is fine, my boy! Just calm down. That will make this easier for you and Mugman." "W-what?!" the red cup stuttered. "Mugs can't come with me! I was the one to sell our souls!" "Actually," said blue cup stepped into the room with his fingers lit up in a controlled blue. "I think we've got this, Cuppy!" his face was determined. Shaky yes, but still very determined. "If you freak, this gets harder and harder to control..." Elder Kettle sighed in relief. "Well, at least one of you two has the handle of things so far..." Mugman sighed, and stepped closer to Cuphead. "Come on bro," the mug held out his pointer finger, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Let's go together." ____ ((Art will be done by me unless said otherwise.)) ((This is my first Cuphead fanfiction, and the first on here.))