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Cuphead was frozen with shock and fear, watching in horror as the elevator to Hell vanished in a burst of flames along with his brother. “Mugman?”
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“Mugsy?”
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Cuphead fell to his knees as his eyes desperately fought back his tears. Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, you can fix this! He took a deep breath and placed his hand on his chest, attempting to slow his breathing which was beating like he just ran around all four isles.
While his whole body was still shaking, his heart was beginning to beat normally. It was working! Or, it was working until a thought snuck into his mind. This is all your fault.
Cuphead’s lip quivered and the child broke into a wailing sob. He clutched the pitchfork to his chest as his snot filled cries filled the forest. He really messed up this time. How was he supposed to save his little brother from The Devil?
The only things he knew for sure were that Elder Kettle could never find out and that he needed to be quick, otherwise he might lose Mugman forever.
Cuphead rubbed his eyes and wiped the tears off his porcelain face and stared at his reflection in the pitchfork. “Devil just wants his pitchfork back.. right?” Something felt off about the exchange. Sure it was a magic fork belonging to the Devil, but it’s still just a fork. It nowhere near equaled the value of his brother.
“Guess there’s only one way to find out..” Cuphead thumped the bottom of the pitchfork on the ground, resulting in the elevator reappearing in a burst of flames in front of him.