cup

there’s no way they gave athena the set that bobby died of a highly contagious and deadly virus in and harry WORE it?

it took them 18 days for them to give athena the turnout which is about just as long as it took for them to release bobby’s body for the funeral… there is something fishy going on.

and don’t get me started on people coming back from the dead every episode for the past two seasons.

i know what you are .

Ding! The elevator to hell reached the Devil’s throne room and opened to reveal an anxious cup and an equally nervous lackey. “Err uhh, this is y’er stop!” The small purple demon scratched his head and gestured for the kid to exit the elevator.

Part of Henchman was hoping Cuphead would ask to return to the surface— the poor boy was surrendering himself to the Devil, unable to handle the neverending nightmares and the danger he put his brother and caretaker in. As much as Henchman loved seeing his boss happy, Cuphead was just a kid and didn’t deserve to lose his soul so young.

“Okay..” Cuphead hesitantly stepped forward and looked around. His legs were trembling; once off the elevator, he felt like he couldn’t take another step without collapsing. It was beginning to occur to him what a terribly stupid idea this all was.

“Cuphead?”

Cuphead spun around to locate the source of the voice— it was King Dice. “DICE?!” He hugged the former game show host’s leg, clinging on like a sloth to a tree. “I thought you were dead ‘cuz you were replaced on your show! Wait, do you owe the Devil your soul, too?”

“Uh—”

“Since you’re here maybe having no soul won’t be that bad after all! We can be… soulless mates?!” Cuphead was talking a million miles an hour, grinning wide from ear to ear. Clearly he forgot about Dice’s show being rigged… and the fact that he was literally giving up his conscience.

King Dice opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t get any words out— not that he could fit a sentence in between Cuphead’s rambling anyways. He just nodded his head and took Cuphead by the hand to walk him down the room. He tried to take this kid’s soul on Roll the Dice just a week ago and failed, but NOW he’s just giving it up?

“Y’know what’s funny? That guy in the elevator sounds a lot like the Henchman! Y’know, the guy who replaced you on your show? And he’s also like the Devil’s henchman! I should’ve asked for his name. Crazy!” Cuphead laughed at the irony, but Dice could only force a chuckle, “So.. funny..”

King Dice cleared his throat to get the attention of the ruler of Hell, “Umm.. sir?”

“Sir? Pfft, don’t be so formal with him! He’s just a big ol’ cat!” Cuphead cracked his knuckles and went to show Dice how professionals get the attention of The Devil.

He kicked the leg of the chair, immediately spinning it around and then leaped into the ‘big cat’s’ lap, “Hiya, Devil!”

The Devil had been half asleep in his chair and now suddenly awakened by his least favorite being on the Isles. Wait. Scratch that. Least favorite being in the world. His evening was off to a terrible start. “Ew! What are you doing down here? How are you down here?” He shoved the cup off of him and brushed himself off, shuddering in disgust.

Cuphead’s goofy grin fell into a frown. “I’m.. um..” He looked down at his fingers as he fiddled with them. He was regretting coming down there. His brother was going to wake up to him missing. His Elder Kettle didn’t even know about the entire Devil situation, so how would he feel? He felt like he was about to throw up. Why didn’t he think this through before he came down here?

“He’s turning his soul in.” Dice finished the kid’s sentence for him.

Devil looked down at Dice, cocking an eyebrow, “Oh, really?” His scowl became a smug smirk, “Number one, go fetch my pitchfork.”

“Who?” Cuphead looked around the hall. It was just the four of them? Who was ‘number one’?

King Dice stepped forward and headed out of the throne room, “Yes, boss.”

Cuphead’s eyes followed the former host, shrinking to pea-size as he processed the last few seconds. He looked like he had just been shot. His face was paler than usual and his jaw agape. “W-What?” He sputtered, eyes welling with tears. “H-He..” The cup was on his knees, refusing to believe his idol worked for The Devil. This was all just another bad dream.. right? He was going to wake up and he’d be back in bed, at home with Mugman, Elder Kettle and the goat from the front yard.

The Devil smirked and tapped his fingers along the arm of the chair, “Oh, that’s right you didn’t know that your silly little idol works for me.”

Cuphead couldn’t get sounds out of his mouth. He couldn’t even hear his thoughts as his brain raced a million miles an hour. There was no way anything that was happening right now, was actually happening.. right?

“I’ll let you in on a little backstage secret,” The Devil leaned over and whispered in Cuphead’s ear [??????], “The mystery prize room ? That leads to your soul spending eternity in Hell.”