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It’s the same thing: trapped, cornered in a dark quiet area at the Carn-Evil, that same old creep approaching….
Mugsy wakes up with a yelp, and it takes a few seconds to remember where she is.
She’s not there, she and Cuphead hadn’t been back since the incident last week.
Speaking of her brother…
“Mugsy?”
Cuphead doesn’t even wait for a response, just jumps down from the top bunk.
“Same old bad dream?” he asked.
Mugsy just nodded as the tears started coming.
Her brother immediately came over and pulled her into a hug, their usual routine on these nights.
She would do the same for him if it was the other way around, that’s for sure.
“I’ve got you, Mugsy. Nothing’s gonna happen with me and Elder Kettle around, you’re safe here,” Cuphead spoke softly.
She did feel safe.
A brother who had fists and a guardian with a rifle and experience in the war.
She was home, with her family, safe from danger.
“Thanks, Cuphead. I’m sorry I keep waking you up with this,” Mugsy said.
“Hey, I’d rather wake up every night for the next six months than leave you dealing with this alone,” Cuphead replied.
She was very grateful to have her brother by her side.
When she went to sleep again, there was no more nightmares.
She was safe.
Meanwhile….
Someone was at the window, opening it and climbing inside.
They lifted the sleeping mug from his bed as she slept soundly, unaware she was being taken.
Mugsy was placed in the back of a car and taken far away from home.
The culprit grinned.