Cuphead's Perspective

Two weeks later

Now that I was more put together and had a higher status as the next in line with Bendy. Seeming as we were both males, it would be something of a duel king leadership. Bendy was constantly pampering me, giving me anything and everything as an apology for what he had done. Now I was sitting at the feasting table, with many delegates and esteemed members of the kingdom. To sum it up in three words: So. Stupidly. Boring. At least Bendy was next to me, giving me little signs of affection like holding my hand or kissing my cheek. I looked across the table, seeing silver platters, baked goods, exotic fruits and vegetables, delectable meats of many kinds, all sorts of food. Even beetles and snakes of weird sorts. I stuck to what I was still getting used to, smaller portions of blander foods like chicken and greens. I had been malnourished as a slave for a long time, so I ended up throwing up after my first day of eating so many delectable foods. Now I was eating at a prestigious affair, small bite by small bite. I was so occupied by my eating that I failed to realize the room had fallen silent. I looked up from my silver plate and looked for any sort of clue as to what just happened. Bendy gently tugged on my loose silk robe and I bent down so he could speak to me. "Cuphead, they're disturbed by your bloodline, because it is not royal or of high status." He whispered rather worriedly. I held his hand, gently caressing one of his many bedazzled rings. I then resumed my position and glanced around. "It has come to my attention that you kind folk have seen a flaw in my persons, but I believe it is better to understand what royalty is. Did not royalty come from commoners? There was not always a royal family or a king, he was selected for his position. And now I, a commoner, a peasant, am being selected for the very same reason. Are you to question the judgement of the royal family for that?" I spoke, trying to sound as confident and fancy as I could be. The people shifted and whispered, muttering and speaking in hushed tones. One spoke up, a wife of a Duke of sorts. "I was a peasant as well, I believe in my king's word." She spoke softly, referring to Bendy's choice of picking me. The others began muttering in sour agreement, shifting uncertainty. "Now, let ur resume our meal." I stated before gazing down at the nervous demon. He was smiling a little, reaching for my arm when he noticed I was watching. He happily snuggled with it for the remainder of the meal, easing my tense mood as well.

A month later

Now that I had been crowned King with Bendy giving me his crown, it was surprisingly easy. Most everyone did things for me, and I only had to travel occasionally. Something that did change however, was that Bendy had been nesting recently. He had been more instinctual and primal, nesting with pillows and blankets, or stealing raw meat from the kitchen. As soon as it was night and I was relieved of the few duties I did attend to, I went to our bedroom and saw Bendy curled up on the bed, sheets messy and pillows thrown. I took off my expensive robes and shoes, carefully approaching the primal demon. He heard me and looked up at me, staring at me with a strange expression. He looked upset, or in pain. He retracted as I reached down to pet him, whimpering quietly. He had taken off his clothing, removed all of his jewelry, and he was shaking. For all I know, this could be some form of late demon puberty. Anything is possible. I gently picked up the quivering demon, setting him down in my lap. I stroked his horns and watched him, hoping it would relax him. Bendy purred quietly and leaned on my chest, closing his eyes. "Baby what's going on with you? You've been acting so strange." I asked, holding the tiny demon in my arms. He looked up at me and sniffled, tearing up. "I want family." He whimpered, burying his face in his hands and crying. I continued to soothe him, rubbing his back and humming. "We can have a family babe, I promise." I assured him, removing his hands from his delicate face. He sniffled and hugged me tightly, nodding. I smiled at him, encouraging him to smile too. He smiled a little and wiped away his tears, staring back at me. "Th-the reason I'm sad is... I was.. Pregnant, but.. I-I.. It died.." he sobbed out, going into another fit of tears. I laid down and pulled him with me, pulling up the fluffy cloud-like sheets. He sobbed into my chest for a few minutes, eventually calming down and looking up at me. "D-do you hate me? For.. For being barren?" He asked, already knowing my answer. "Of course not, I love you with all of my heart. You're the love of my life." I told him, wiping his small tears away. He snuggled up to my chest and relaxed, slowly breathing and closing his eyes. "I love you too." "And we will have children." I told him. "We will." He whispered, getting sleepy and drifting off. I began to tire as well, falling asleep within moments.