#cupheadau

This au be cool af 👀

Au fanart here ya goo!

Au: @blundercups

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Also if you two found out that Mugman and Cuphead were gambling when their like teens n such, what would you do?.

Gambling must be a family tradition at this point.

“I’ve got something you might be interested in.”

It was Earl’s turn to run the errands today. He had gotten a few items on the list; sugar, flour, milk for the kids…he left early enough so that they would have some for breakfast.

Somehow, he managed to tune out the broken conversations around him—until he was handed a flyer by one of the bee cops he had gotten to know over the years.

“Missing?” Earl looked up at the bee before him. It was a pain having to look up. He felt like a child, but what could he do? Bumble was just bigger.

“Wanted,” the bee corrected his…colleague? Earl didn’t work under the same boss as him, but they did work on a few cases together. Bumble pointed at the crossed out photo of the suspect, “Don’t know who put ‘em up. Don’t know who the person is. Some think it’s a demon.”

“A demon?” Earl chuckled as he studied the poster, “Where could they get a silly idea like that? Especially from this?” He held up the poster to the bee, “all I see here is a smile.”

Bumble hummed and shrugged, “Dunno. Heard someone say the smile looks like something they’ve seen in the cinema. Y’know, that little—shoot! What was his name?”

“Oh, a movie star. What will we do?” Earl asked with sarcasm. He folded the poster and pocketed it, “Look, I promised my kids I’d spend a few days with them. No work, no cases to solve. Just a couple of days playing baseball. I’m not breaking that promise. You and the squad can figure this out.” He shooed the bee off as he headed to another stand selling honey. Unfortunately, Bumble followed him.

“Ain’t ya worried, detective?” Bumble called, “Demon might try and take your kids!”

Earl sighed and grabbed a jar of honey. He was ready to tell Bumble to just buzz off!…but the nice little old bee lady selling honey didn’t need to hear that sort of language. The best thing the teacup could do was bite his tongue and continue shopping, hoping Bumble would get the hint.

“Just keep an eye out,” Bumble huffed. He walked away from the teacup, “The last thing we need is another demon on the isles.”

Once Earl was done with shopping, it was time to head home. The kids would be up soon, or probably were up at this point. His mind wandered back to that missing poster. He took it out and began to look it over once again.