Chapter Text
A rough beginning
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“Another one please” Cuphead asks the bartender. He stretches in his seat and sighs deeply. He doesn’t really need a drink. But how else is he going to spend his time? Chalice is busy. Always busy. Mugman doesn’t talk to him anymore for… reasons. And he can’t stand to face elder kettle. Or his disappointment in him. He gets his shot and drinks it almost immediately. “Another one please” god he sounds pathetic. He puts his head down and turns to see an imp made of ink, doodling on a napkin. Suddenly he hears a tink of the glass and gets startled propping himself up too quickly his drink spills on the napkin next to him. “Shit! I’m so so sorry-”. The ink demons face remained neutral. Making an awkward silence until he spoke. “It was nothing important anyways”
The bartender looks at Cupheaad with this pitiful look and slides him the rest of the napkins then goes to do whatever bartenders do. Cuphead never really cared . Besides, he was more interested in the novelty sitting next to him. He was an imp- that itself was unusual as there was not many demons in inkwell. And there’s no demon in inkwell that was made of ink-besides that he wore striped yellow and white pants with a white button up. Well- used to be white before he spilled his drink.
“Are you going to help or keep staring?” The ink demon remarks. Cuphead, realizing he’s been lost in thought, instantly grabs a napkin and puts his attention to the mess. Hastily dabbing the alcohol with the white napkin letting it soak.
“Im really sorry for this- I should have watched where I was going”
The demon looked irritated, then sighed, and looked at him.
“It’s fine”
As they clean the mess in awkward silence the demon looks at him again
“Say, aren’t you that cup person that saved the isles at like, 12?”
Cuphead blushes from embarrassment, its a noble thing to be known for. But considering where he currently is in life. He just seems pathetic compared to the person he used to be . “Yep. That’s me” cuphead laughs nervously “alone in a bar in a Friday night” to be frank he didn’t expect that joke to land but he’d a snicker from the demon.
Now that he’s thinking about it referring to him as “the demon” wasn’t a very nice thing. Even if it was only in his head.
So
He put his hand out.
“Cuphead, you?”
The demon shakes his hand
“Bendy”
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