Narrative view

            Cuphead entered the dungeon only to find a fairly burned and unconscious demon that collapsed, still held by those horrifying chains.

Pathetic.

A pang of guilt slowly rose from the porcelain headed man, urging him to walk towards him and release the ragged demon, to which he did unconsciously. He then carried him on his shoulder and placed him on one of the royal beds found above a first few floors.

"Why am I doing this"

  He murmured to himself, observing each and every detail of bruises scattered upon the demon.

The bruises he caused.

Silent tears weep down his chin, shining like melted silver. Pain surged his chest, there were no spears, knives or swords that hit him, but something much worse.

Regret.

"What's wrong with me?.."

He set down Bendy and headed to the feasting hall, only for his guilt to rise up even more.

"Wha-"

Food presented perfectly, and a huge cake was in the middle of the dinning table. A letter was near beside it written in a high mannered penmanship saying.

Happy Birthday my son.

Tears streaming down his chin became pure golden red, he felt shame on killing a father who loved his son more than anything.

"What have I done"

And finally his Brother, who relied on him so much. He'd just let him die just like that. It was so careless of him to just let him die and treat him like a pawn.

Such a sadist.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he just curls up and let his sanity broke inside his so called "ball". There he sobbed ever so quietly, not letting anyone see or hear his shame.

Sadly that's not the case.

While he was still sobbing silently, Bendy was slowly gaining consciousness trying his best to stand up still. Once he did, he noticed that he was in one of those guess rooms that they have.

"What the?"

Confused he tries to remember past events moments ago, till it hit him like a brick when he felt burning pain on his neck. He wince and growled, rubbing the spot that revealed burn marks.

"That menacing traitor! "

He looked inside a nearby closet, looking for decent clothing, much better than his ripped open one that he was wearing. Finally he found some turquoise blue head master's clothing that fitted him perfectly.

"This should suffice for now"

After some time he headed out of that damn room and went to search for that porcelain headed man. After some time, he headed towards the dining hall and heard a wimper.

He raised his hand, only to find out that he had temporarily 
lost his mana and couldn't summon any form of ink what so ever.

"Damn bad luck! "

This started the porcelain headed man, jolting he turned around and saw no other than the demon himself.

Bendy.

He looked pailer than usual. His eyes had bags, his face still tainted with ink and burns still smudged upon his neck.

"I... I'm sorry.. "

"What?! "