A circus.
Of all things, it had to be a circus that brought the Isles together in a bit of harmony and agreement. Everyone loved them, right?
The trapeze acts,
The animals,
The clowns.
Of course, it had to be a circus that brought the Isles together. Amongst all the laughter, all the popcorn, it was nice. Hopping from place to place, seeing all those people smiling and getting along.
It was Cuphead's favorite thing in the world.
The smiles, the laughter... The way people pointed at him in awe and not in mockery.
Even over the years, not once had he hated the attention. Not even now when his body shook, when an expectant quiet washed over the crowded Big Top.
Not when he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.
In the area of New Warners, where people were grabbing snacks and taking seats.
This is where our story begins.
