Narrative view

The day has fallen and night has risen, Cuphead and Mugman bid farewell to Bendy and his family, as they head to their home.

"Hey cups can we visit them more some time? "

"Sure mugs,

Unsure why, Cuphead just shrugged the thought, he was more focused on Bendy, not that he had a crush on him, but he was worried?....

No.

Worried was not even close to what he felt for him. What he saw in that bathroom was more than enough to know Bendy was not clearly near to fine, much more could be said of what he could be hiding. All he could express that time was blood rage and a pang of guilt? worry? But still he didn't want him to know he was looking through his stuff.

So he tried his best to 'act' like nothing has happened, like he didn't find those things in his cabinet. Long enough for him to leave and go to his room.

"What are you hiding Bendy? "

Cuphead closed the door behind him as he saw the familiar features of his bedroom. A wooden rosewood table filled with books, essay papers and a pencil set, near it an office chair toned in cherry red with comfortable cousions. On the back stood bookcases filled with of course books. And on the far right side of a corner displayed a king size bed colored in all shades of red and black.

Cuphead's POV

"You're too mysterious... that it intrigues me in a wrong way"

I began to sunk on my bed feeling its soft texture consume me into a deep slumber, fading into an internal dark abyss.

Soon I was back in that bathroom, events replaying from what I saw in his cabinet.

Antidepressant pills.

My hands shook from fear and anxiety, hastily scanning the damn room with worry. Until my eyes locked on a horrifying scene. Bendy's body sunk in a bathtub filled with his own blood, his eyes were dull velved empty and lifeless full of agony, while his pale skin was tainted with cuts and burns, displayed like a horrific show of guilt. His mouth gaped open, Three static words came out that will haunt me forever.

"I-"

I suddenly shot awake, fountain of tears dropped down my lap, beads of sweat flow down my skin and a sudden new sensation run down my body.

Guilt.

Mugman's POV

Still in the living room I sat on a couch, contemplating what Boris favoured me to do.

"Mugs can I ask you a favor? "

"U-um y-yes you can"

At first I thought it would just be some little favor or something, like fetch some foods, help with assignments or just walk with him at school. But then again it could be something that could make me fluster or just straight out faint.

"What favor do you ask of? "

"O-oh right umm... "

At a first few moments he had a tint of guilt in his expression, like something he would regret later. But then that faded away and began to open his jaw, worry hinted in his face.

"Can you... spy on Bendy at school... please? "

"Wh-what?! "

I almost fell from the bed until a sudden hand grabs hold of me and another covering my mouth.

"Shh! don't yell"

He gently but cautiously removed his hand away from my mouth, he then listened carefully for any voices or sounds outside his room thankfully none of them heard me.

I then crossed my arms and huffed in an irritated way, that caused him to straighten up, it was an awkward silence between us until I decided to break it.

"So... why? "

"Huh? "

"Why did you wanted me to spy on your own brother? "

He then began trembling a bit, causing guilt to shot up my spine. I tried to speak but my throat seemed to be suddenly dry, he then opened his mouth.

"Bendy's been keeping secrets from me... "

He lowered his head, his ears flopping down. Disappointment hinted on his features. What does he look so curious about his own brother.

"And how can you tell that Bor? "

I was shocked I just nicknamed him that?! but it seems like he was not at all disturbed, surprised or even at least any emotion other than sorry, He just shrugged it of completely ignoring my name given to him. But then he spoke in an empty yet broken voice that shocked me even further.

"It's been 5 years since I saw him smiled... genuinely... It all seemed true to anyone else but me... his... face... his... laugh... everything about him was different all of the sudden!"

"It's ok Bor ever-"

"He began eating more and more each day! like his life depended on it! He began to become more and more oblivious to the point of having something close to amnesia! "

"Boris I-"

"And those!.... T-those pills he took each day! it scared the fucking crap out of me! "

"Bo-"

"Everytime I ask them about it they would just change the topic! Like it never appeared in the first place!... I.... I-"

I couldn't hold back anymore and just tackled him into a hug, I didn't care of anything anymore, I just wanted to comfort him, to sooth him. He began to breakdown and cried a heart shattering cry, he burried his face in my chest and just sobbed there, hiccups can be heard from his woeful ballad, full of heartaches and sorrowing shouts.

I didn't know how broken he truly was.

Until now.