"Alright honey, time to..." Bendy trailed off. He looked up at his lover. He looked...different. "Cuphead?"

"That's Hothead to you hotstuff," the Cuphead lookalike scoffed. "Do I look anything like that weirdo sweet cheeks?"

Bendy blushed. "Wha- y-yeah, you do, just a bit," he admitted. "Except you're...purple..." he murmured.

Hothead shrugged. "Red ain't my color, and I don't have some weird hairstyle either!" he laughed.

Bendy tensed. "His hairstyle is not weird you wannabe!" he hissed. "And he's not a weirdo! If anything, it's you!"

Hothead seemed...surprised. He smirked and stepped towards Bendy, who stepped back. "Come here baby," he beckoned the demon forward.

Bendy shook his head quickly, then bumped into someone. Cuphead. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled.

Hothead groaned. "Greeeaaaat...just what I needed!"

"What? A cock-blocker? Yeah, he's mine jackass," Cuphead huffed and picked his short boyfriend up, who squeaked in surprise.

Hothead rolled his eyes. "Here's my number if you get tired of this weirdo hottie, I'll always be glad to give ya a good time~" he winked.

Bendy took it. "Thanks," Cuphead frowned and stiffened. "But no thanks," Bendy finished, causing Cuphead to smirk and sigh in relief. "I'll never get tired of my Cuppy," he purred. Cuphead smiled. Bendy ripped up the sheet of paper with Hothead's number and giggled. Hothead frowned and stormed off, his fists balled up.