#hellofaboss

okay here are the rules for if you want to send me submissions!

1- I will write anything, fluff, angst, lime and sometimes lemon.

2- I will not write anything like r@pe,  nsfw on minors and anything else like that.

3- I will write platonic stuff for minors. like ranboo, tommy, tubbo and purpled.

Fandoms I write for.

-danganronpa

-eddsworld.

-hazbin hotel/ hellov a boss.

- creepypasta 

-myct

-mha 

-fnaf

-undertale

-batim

If Cuphead was guilty of any of any sin, it was greed. After coming upon a small stash of gold coins hidden in a grove of Inkwell Isle, Cuphead had gotten an itch… Tonight, after tossing and turning in bed for a few sleepless hours, the elder of the two brothers decided he would try to sneak out undetected, any warnings from Elder Kettle, Mugman, even his own conscience not deterring him away from wanting to hit the casino. What could he say? He was easily drawn in by the bright colours, the jazz music, the sounds of the slots and card tables and the thrill gambling gave him. Maybe he was just a weak willed son of a gun who liked a bit of glitz and glamour, and easy way in to dirty money.

Wearing a trench coat that covered his chin and small frame, as well as a trilby hat over his easily recognizable mug, he’d made his way out the door at a quarter past one... only to run into his little brother down the dark trail outside, who’d grabbed his arm from behind, making him jump.

“Cup!” Mugman snapped. His patience was clearly thinning, from a mix of concern and frustration towards his brother’s reckless desisions “You can’t honestly be wantin’ to go back there?”

“How did you--?” Cuphead shook his head- of course he’d know, Mugman knew him better than anyone. "Look, I won’t do anythin’ stupid, I promise! No big stakes. I’ll play a lil craps, maybe some’a machines and be on my way once my pockets run dry, yeah?” He gave Mugman a nervous grin, but his brother obviously wasn’t buying into is reassurances.

Tightening the hold on his arm for a brief moment, Mugman’s grumpy expression didn’t sway. “I’m coming too. You’ll probably run into trouble if you go there by yourself, that place is full of The Devil’s lackeys, after all! As well as The Devil himself!”

“That’s what the disguise is for!” Cuphead insisted, finally sliding out of his brother’s grip, rubbing the place he’d squeezed with a slightly indignant look. “Uh... if you’re coming, you’ll be needing one too. Not that you need to come, because I’ll be fine!” Despite that claim, five minutes later, Mugman returned, in a coat and hat similar to his brother’s, a blue scarf wrapped around his mouth to hide his easily recognizable nose. He felt a little ridiculous, but his brother reassured that lots of people in the casino dressed in weird get-up like this, so they’d fit right in. Their trip down to Inkwell Hell was a quick one, taking shortcuts and running into very few people along the usually busy streets due to it being so late at night.