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    After a nice long sleep, I woke up to the smell of food. I rubbed my eyes and saw a plate of (waffles/bacon and eggs/toast) and a cup of (coffee/water/fruit juice). I didn't think I ate before I got here so I was hungry as heck, I devoured the whole meal in under a second. I tried to stand but i ended up feeling pain rush through my body like lightning.

 I sure do miss the days where pain was rare, sadly those days were short. -Familiar....too familiar-. I got back on the bed and lied there since it's the only thing that I can do in my state. I sighed and looked around the room, it was simple: the bed I was lying in was in the corner with a table next to it, a dark brown closet was on the other side where boxes of different shapes and sizes stay on top, a window which was closed by curtains was next to the closet and table and leaves a yellow door in the middle of the last wall.

 I heard a quiet knock on the door after some time of daydreaming, my voice was a bit hoarse but was still clear for someone to hear.

-"come in when you tell me your name!"

   Sure, it might be silly to say that but I'm not risking me getting kidnapped by a child pedo. It can either be Elder Kettle or Mugman (Cuphead would just burst in), I'm gonna put my money on it being Mugman.

-"It's Mugman, y'know the one who didn't force you to drink painkillers?"

    He chuckled as he came in. He was wearing something different than last time, The mug was wearing blue pajamas and his straw no longer in his head. He walked towards the bed I was stuck to and sat next to me on the table (Mugman: because screw the rules) after putting away the plate and glass. We talked to pass time and played 'eye spy' until we got bored.

-"I have something to show you, in some way you could blackmail a certain someone with it"

    He joked as he got off the table, I was confused. He grabbed a stool under the bed and set it in front of the closet, he stood on the stool and grabbed a thick dusty book then he ran towards me with a evil grin. Mugman set it on my lap and sat back on the table.

-"It's Cuphead's baby pictures! He wanted me to burn or throw it off  cliff or somethin' but I kept it on top of that there closet. Cups is gonna be steaming once he knows about me sharin' his child years."

  I snickered of the thought of Cuphead filled with rage and embarrassment. I flicked through some pages and thought they were kinda cute, I wonder if he was a trouble maker or a brat at the time. Anyone would be easily tricked by that innocent face, I was actually surprised to see him as a kid. I turned onto a page that gave me quite a shock: he pushed off a kid while taking a class picture in kindergarden, everyone was so afraid and some cried but the strangest part was that he was smiling with that the glint in his eyes, it was blood red.

 It gave me shivers down my spine, I pointed at the picture and looked over to Mugman. He seemed uncomfortable about it too, he took the picture out of it's cover and put it inside his pocket.

-"Let's not talk about that, shall we? I don't want to remember the horrid time."

 Mugs smiled weakly and got off the table, taking the book and sliding it under the bed. He walked out and closed the door, I was confused. What had happened that made him so sad out of the sudden? I sighed and lied back down, it was probably night or morning since I didn't keep track of time causing me more confusion.

 I waited and waited...and waited for something to happen. The monster called boredom took over my mind making me fall into dreamland, peace now filled my mind and the room was consumed by darkness. I heard crickets chirp the day away and birds tweet their favorite songs to their family and friends. -Familiar...too familiar-. As my touch with reality drifts away, I hear a whisper.

-"Have a good night's rest and tomorrow, you shall rise and bring happiness across the land for you have a chance to befriend enemies and create a new family. Make everyone happy is your goal, your plan, your purpose! No matter what they say, you will bring a smile to their faces. So please, help him escape the darkness."

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Run as you may but you can never escape your dismay.