NPC Pub

I have a whole set of attacks for Forky and these are two of them!

👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way?

👩‍👧‍👧  = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?

🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why?

👎 = Is there anyone in your muse’s family they dislike, why?

👍 = Does your muse think they’re a good child and/or sibling?

💕 = What are your muse’s thoughts on parenting and being a parent even if they aren’t one?

💜 = What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all?

😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?

👌 = Does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent?

😞 = Finding an orphaned child would your muse opt to take them in, find someone more qualified, or just leave them?

😫 = How does your muse handle a family member being stressed out? What about sick?

⚰️ = How would the loss of a family member affect them? Does it vary based on type of family member?

🍳 = What kind of family gatherings does your muse prefer and why?

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

“Alright, good. Don’t stand too close to the edge,” Forkington warned, straightening up, so he wouldn’t need his hands to balance him.

Then Forkington snapped fingers of his left hand and swiped the hand to the right.

One by one from the wall of the cliff emerged knives, comparable to Forkington himself in size. The formed improvised stairs from the ledge to where Forky was standing. Usually the knives would quickly disappear. However, as long as he was focused on them, clenching the fist, they could serve as platforms.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

“Alright, good. Don’t stand too close to the edge,” Forkington warned, straightening up, so he wouldn’t need his hands to balance him.

Then Forkington snapped fingers of his left hand and swiped the hand to the right.

One by one from the wall of the cliff emerged knives, comparable to Forkington himself in size. The formed improvised stairs from the ledge to where Forky was standing. Usually the knives would quickly disappear. However, as long as he was focused on them, clenching the fist, they could serve as platforms.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

Forky’s frown now had a visible tint of worry. Though, his hands were raised half way up in absolute confusion. Where do you even put your hands when you are pulled somewhere by a crying child? He desperately glanced around. Didn’t seem like anyone could bail him out. He locked his eyes on Cuphead again. He sighed. Guess his plans were changed for the rest of the day.

“Alright, alright, there is no need in crying.” Forkington finally let the cup drag him wherever he needed. “You’ll have to calm down if you want me to know what happened.” He really wished he knew how to talk to kids. He couldn’t even make a soothing voice. At least he was an expert in sounding calm.

Cuphead grabbed him by the hand and ran up through Rugged Ridge as fas as he could. Pretty soon, Cuphead had dragged him off the main path and past fallen pillars and ancient ruins. 

The boy looked both ways before raising a finger up defensively as if he were ready for something to attack, still crying and just as panicked as before. Suddenly, a pickaxe came flying at the two of them from somewhere on the cliff above. Cuphead dashed out of the way and turned towards the source of the attack. However, due to his choice of weapons, the boy was completely unable to attack, as neither the Roundabouts nor the Lobber could reach the Mountain Goat. 

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

When: October 29th - November 1st.

Where: The Devil’s Casino

Attire: Black Tie Masquerade 

If you are to bring a date, secure it by October 26th. No tricks, no lies, no trouble.

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