[Don't start the music just yet, my beauties]
~YOU~

Me and Mugman ran out of the house, the fresh air filling my lungs and leaving traces of glee in my soul. Okay, getting a bit too poetic here. We quickly arrived at the flower and ghost's talking place but they didn't notice us, not yet.

Mugman signalled for me to climb the tree above them to preform our plan, I held in a giggle and climbed 'til I was on a branch directly above their heads, Mugman soon came along. We were trying not giggle so hard, it would be a fail if we gave away our position before anything. I counted down.

-"1...."

Cagney stopped talking to Specter when he heard my meek voice.

-"2...."

They both were trying to find where the source of the voice was, forgetting to check the tree. They turned their heads but continued talking after not finding the source, thinking it was thier imagination.

-"3! Mugman NOW!"

Mugman pulled a stick out his mysterious pocket , the stick had a mistle-toe beneath it and he hung it over their heads. Cagney looked up while his lover-boyo was getting confused.

-"Why, you litt-"

Cagney growled but was soon cut-off by us singing the most classic song in history.

-"CAGNEY AND SPECTER, SITTING UNDER THE TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!"

We laughed like the little kids we are and ran away, I could hear Cagney's scream of frustration as Specter was trying to calm him down.

We had a great time pranking other people of this land, like putting pins in a balloon clown's stage tonight and pouring lemon juice on some candy in the suspicious candy kingdom.

You can't blame me for being suspicious, I mean what do they even eat!? Candy?! That's just weird and unfaithful logic right there.

Mugman and I were back at about 8 pm. And oh boy, were we in some deep puddles of trouble. Elder Kettle was really crossed, he was steaming! Literally, and his face was hot red. Apparently, the 'victims' didn't take the...ahem, pranks lightly.

I didn't know Mugman and Cuphead would do this on a weekly basis. Well, not only pranks but they would get into all kinds of filthy trouble. And here I thought I was a bad apple, well not the only one.

Cuphead didn't have a part in our trickery but still was blamed for "not looking after the guest". Made sense while it's still quite unfair for Cuphead.

We had dinner without dessert, which seemed like the worst thing ever in the whole universe (I'm Vietnamese so I barely get any dessert either, you people who do are lucky fuckers~). Then went straight to bed, no questions.

The bed was made neatly before I jumped on it and destroyed the masterpiece like the agent of destruction I was. The uncolored and out of place bed was soft as a feather and probably had some kind of magical curse on it...

Because I slept instantly after coming into contact with the floof, I still had like 87% of energy left! But I have descended into wonderland before I knew it.

~|•DrEaM sHiT•|~

I felt like I was suffocating, the pressure on my chest grew stronger as if a million weights has landed on it. I tried to open my eyes but all I could see are blurs of a certain cup figure struggling as well. He had an X on his right eye and chains held him to the ground, he was bandaged carefully but new cracks and bruises appeared when he carelessly tries to break the cuffs.

I was trying to scream but all I could muster was a gargled noise. Then the world around me started to drain the water, bubbles of air were swirling around my body as to tickle my meek figure. Only puddles of black colored water covered the floor.

I could finally breathe, I feel like I took air for granted now. The Cup figure was no where in sight making me worry, was it all an illusion?

No matter, I must get out. But how? I'm too weak to break down the walls but it's all this room is.
I tried banging my fists on the walls so someone could hear me from the other side, nothing. I tried the first wall then the second and the third.

But when I tried banging my fists on the fourth wall, all I hit was paper. The material wasn't strong enough to hold body so I fell right through the pit of darkness.

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I hit the cold, hard floor. My head being the first thing to come into contact so now I have this splitting headache.

I looked around me:
I was in some sort of cave, it was lit by torches with pinkish red flames, a cell door is right in front of me and the floor underneath me seemed dirty.

Fantastisco! Just great! Well, at least there was door this time and I didn't have to open death's door. I sighed heavily and stood up, the headache feeling worst than before. I limped to the door and tried to open it with my sausage fingers.

It cracked open.

I pushed the door wide.

I saw a black figure sitting on top of what seems to be a throne.

Something is pushing me towards them, but nothing was there.

Tempting.

I took a step...

...then another...

.....then another.....
I could feel them calling out to me, their face becoming clearer by each step.

I tried to touch the figure but this sudden ringing noise came into my head. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! This headache is going to kill me. I tried to move but nothing.

What is wrong with me!?
What is wrong with me!?
What is wro-

~|•DrEaM sHiT eNdS•|~

I shot out of bed, screaming my lungs out. Had it been all a dream? No, it was too real. A memory? Could be. But why were those figures there in the first place? It could be one strange movie my head makes every night.

I checked the time, still dark. About 4:40 am. I heard shuffling outside before my door was kicked open by no one other than Cuphead. His expression was worried but then turned confused after seeing me just fine:

-"Why did you scream?"

Cuphead asked, bags were under his eyes. How did I notice that? I told him I had a nightmare and thanked him for caring, due to his apparent lack of sleep I think he's pretty much vulnerable.

He groaned and waltzed to my bed, sitting down next to me. Cuphead turned towards me. His face was so close to mine, too close for comfort. His eyelids were closed shut and he fell into my lap, sleeping.

Did he even sleep at all? I wondering if he does but not tonight for some reason. My thoughts were cut off by him softly snoring, so cute. Too cute. I was by cuteness law that I shalln't move until he has moved.