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Despite his friends’ efforts to leave no stone unturned, Cuphead managed to escape their notice via smoke-dash between any bush, rock, or tree he could find. Even when Hilda made her rounds, he managed not to move a single muscle to avoid giving himself away.
The frightened child’s breathing staggered, rivers of sweat running down his ceramic body. They’re all after me, he spoke in his head. They probably wanna stop me from trying to bring Elder Kettle back. Well, I’ll show ‘em, especially Mug. This is what’s best for everyone.
The moment Hilda’s back was turned, Cuphead smoke-dashed a few more times until he’d hidden in the shrubbery near the rebuilt Mausoleum I.
At first, Cuphead felt a chilling sense of deja vu as he climbed the stairs on tiptoe. Sure, the ghosts he and Mugman faced weren’t much of a threat, but, without the legendary Chalice, coming back to the Mausoleum felt a lot less rewarding, generally speaking. Careful to avoid any rocks, spider webs, or bones laying around, he could see the beams of colored light emitting from the stained-glass window. The moment he reached the top, what sat before him nearly sent him back to psychological paralysis.
Where Chalice’s urn once stood was that of his dearly departed grandfather. Its stout pot and shade of light-tan was chillingly identical to what his body once was. What made it stand out most, however, was a small, silver medallion attached to the base of the pot, depicting a detailed engraving of Elder Kettle’s portrait in frontal view. The likeness, from the smiling mustache to his outline on the bas relief, was incredibly uncanny; so much so, in fact, for the first time in what felt like forever, Cuphead let a few tears trickle down his face.
“Elder Kettle!” The child bounded in excitement toward his grandfather’s remains, and gently lifted the urn with the utmost care. Upon gazing at Elder Kettle’s happy face on the medallion, Cuphead hugged the urn close, as though the man it was commemorating had just come back from the dead. After a minute or so reveling this semi-reunion, Cuphead looked back at the medallion, a smile growing across his tear-soaked face. “Oh, Elder…I’ve missed you so much. Don’t worry; w-we’ll get you back…a-and everything will be all right again…”
All of a sudden, a feeling of dread began to loom over the boy. A familiar array of voices echoed across the room, and a faint, pink light slowly cleared the darkness from right behind. Protectively holding the urn, Cuphead spun around, and nearly jumped back at what was approaching him; a terrifying throng of at least fifty members from the Spectre Syndicate!
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“Oh, puh-leeze!”
Djimmi, Croaks, Psycarrot, and Werner all stared in astonishment. Ordinarily, this sort of reaction would be from the mere fact that they were all standing before the Devil in his own office. Surprisingly, the response he’d just given them was even more worrying.
The Devil puffed out a black cloud with his cigar. “The soul of that goody-two shoes old-timer isn’t worth so much as a passing glance. He’s a pebble compared to all the other gold bricks in my casino.”
“Ack!” Werner protested from his soup can tank. “Zat is a load of Blödsinn!”
“Yeah,” Croaks added. “How do we know you’re not just lyin’ t'save face?”
The Devil smirked, reaching out his hand. “Mind if I take your souls so you can find out for yourselves?”
The pupils in Djimmi’s eyes shrunk to the size of a pea. “Uh, no thanks, we’re good!”
Quickly convinced, the four toons bolted for the exit, stopping by the nearest railroad tracks to catch their breath.
“Ok,” Croaks panted. “I don’t think the Devil was lyin’ to us for once.”
“Well,” Psycarrot added. “at least we know that Cuphead hasn’t surrendered his soul to him. I doubt the Devil would be inclined to keep that a secret.”
“Ja ja,” Werner chimed in. “Zat is all vell and gut, but vhere else could ze kind have run off to?”
Djimmi scratched his head. “…Hey, Frog Face, where did you say Elder Kettle was buried again?”
~~~~
With the urn back on the pedestal, another “spooky battle” was surely brewing. The ghosts were approaching Cuphead at an alarming rate, sometimes up to twenty at once! If this was some sort of game, then this usually-simple parry challenge had just been cranked beyond even the “expert” level. Nevertheless, Cuphead maintained constant vigilance, and put every ounce of energy and speed he had in each parry slap. On a few occasions, it would take the agile child a good three minutes before his feet could reach the ground again.
“Stop it!” Cuphead shouted, panting between parries. “What do you want with Elder Kettle?!”
“You have dared to intrude on a soul at rest!” One female shouted, circling around before being abruptly slapped.
The Giant ghost chimed in, continuing to speak Cuphead split him into two smaller ghosts. “So we’re sorry to dampen your 'spirits…’”
The minute those ghosts were parried, a few bowler hat ones made their way. “So stop this foolish mission, boy!”
Female ghost again. “Because this path…”
Bowler hat. “Leads to…”
Then all the remaining ghosts chanted with malicious smiles. “A 'DEAD’ END!”
As a cacophony of cackles circulated the crypt, Cuphead gritted his teeth, and pushed himself to jump and parry faster than ever. Despite his energy waning, and the mob only getting bigger, the courageous cup refused to show any sign of weakness against this pernicious pack of pink poltergeists.
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No sooner did Cagney and Mugman reach the top of the Ferris wheel than an orange biplane with a turquoise turban made its way toward the child. It was also carrying a certain rat, frog, and carrot in its passenger seats.
“Mugman! Mugman!” Djimmi shouted, his voice somewhat nasally from his propeller nose. “We got a tip off that Cuphead was goin’ for the Mausoleum! Climb aboard!”
With one wing of the plane forming a human hand, Mugman promptly grabbed hold, and the flight on Djimmi airlines sped off.
“Keep going, Mugman!” Cagney called out below. “I’ll alert the others, and meet you there!”
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By the time he’d reached what felt like was his 100th ghost, Cuphead’s jump had diminished into a lethargic hop. Every inch of his pottery and clothes were soaked in sweat, with his numerous chips, bruises, and scratches exacerbating his condition. Scattered around the floor lay empty vials and cases of every charm in his inventory, having consumed them right down to the last grain of P Sugar. Despite his mass intake in sustenance, it still managed to leave the cup’s head pale-faced, and its contents completely dry.
Despite his staggering run and blurred vision, Cuphead doggedly persisted. “No…can’t…stop now….”
After one more parry slap from a giant ghost, Cuphead’s foot landed in an empty canister of Whetstone, sending his arms flailing while the rest of him tumbled to the base of the pedestal. He elbowed into it in his feeble attempt to stand up, but had just enough energy left to catch the urn in his arms before it could hit the floor.
Just barely maintaining consciousness, Cuphead’s energy had completely drained, his body weighing him down to the floor. With the rest of his body laying weakly, and the ghosts ganging up on him, it seemed all Cuphead could do now was wrap the urn in his arms, turn his head away, and scream to the heavens with his eyes shut tight.
“NOOOO!!!”
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!
Cuphead gasped. Where he should succumbed to a shroud of darkness, he was instead greeted by his brave, bold, and breathlessly bouncing brother.
“Mugman?!!”
“Hang in there, Cup!” He responded between parries. “We’re gonna get you out of here!”
Cuphead gazed in amazement as Mugman cleared a ring of fifty ghosts in a single minute.
“GET! YOUR! HANDS! OFF! MY! BROTHER!”
Once there was a clearing in the room, Hilda Berg, in human form, cradled Cuphead in her arms, and made a mad dash toward the exit downstairs. Unfortunately, she only got about mid-way before tripping on the steps with her high heal shoes, using her body to shield Cuphead as they bounced to the bottom like a rubber ball.
After a second or two of groaning in pain, Mugman followed suit. “They’re coming this way! RUN!”
Cuphead gasped with horror as the pink ghosts charged forth en masse, leaving no space between them unoccupied.
“Return the urn, or it’s death you shall earn!”
Hilda did a double-take at Cuphead’s arms and the ghosts. “The urn?!”
The mechanical maiden’s eyes popped again, an idea coming to mind that was both convincing and nauseating at the same time “Cuphead, put the urn down! It’s the only way to stop the ghosts!”
“WHAT?!” Cuphead screamed, hugging his grandfather’s container again. “NO! I can’t! I’m not ready to lose Elder Kettle again!”
Hilda felt the tears brim in her eyes as well. “I know, and I hate to ask you to do this, but there’s no time! Mugman can’t hold them off much longer!”
Cuphead did a few double takes, repeatedly switching between the ghosts crowding Mugman, and Elder Kettle’s remains. The heartbroken child took one more hard look at what was left of his grandpa. With his teeth gritting and his eyes welling up, Cuphead gently placed the urn back on the floor. The second it touched the ground, Hilda sprinted for the exit without even looking back. Cuphead rested over her shoulder, his eyes fixated on Elder Kettle’s remains growing farther and farther away. By the time they’d left the building, all he could see from such a distance was a group of round, pink shapes stopping near it.
Hilda and Cuphead were the first to escape, with Mugman following a few feet behind. Despite the fact that they were no longer being chased, the three refused to slow down until they’d reached an open field about a hundred feet away, where a massive crowd of all their friends began to cheer for their safe return.
The first few seconds of the reunion were a bombardment everyone shouting “We did it!”, “You’re all right!”, “Are you ok?” or “Are you hurt?” Hilda responded with tired nods, and Mugman with warm hugs and handshakes. Cuphead continued to stare off in the distance, until, at long last, it happened. After spending a week of keeping them bottled up, all the anxiety, misery, and loneliness he’d been holding back had violently erupted in a heartbreaking…
“AAAHHHHHH!!!”
The entire crowd falling silent, Cuphead dropped on all fours, bawling in agony like they’d never seen him before. Hilda knelt beside him, gently rubbing his back as he wept. Ordinarily, the average bystander would find such an intense breakdown rather alarming, and they would promptly, and rightfully, ask what was the matter. Here, not one person even entertained on the idea. They knew exactly why Cuphead was crying, if not in full detail, then at least in the general sense. Asking him to explain or justify his emotions wouldn’t have done him any good. At the moment, what this poor child needed was plenty of space and time to get all the pain out of his system. It was the only thought occupying his mind; any other was mere background noise.
Mugman raced back to his sibling’s side, immediately embracing him. This time, Cuphead made no effort to deny or resist his brother’s offer for comfort. In fact, what Mugman saw before him was the exact opposite. His confident, heroic, tough-as-nails twin had fully surrendered to the vulnerable little boy that he still was deep down. As though hanging on for dear life, Cuphead clung onto Mugman tight, his body trembling from being shaken physically as well as emotionally.
“It’s ok, Cuphead.” Mugman sobbed. “It’s ok. I gotcha. It’ll be all right. You’re safe now.”
“I’m so sorry, Mugman!” Cuphead wailed. “I’m really sorry! I shouldn’t have tried to ignore you o-or run away or anything! I didn’t mean to hurt you or anybody else!”
Mugman gave him a few pats on the back. “It’s all right, brother. Y-You don’t have to apologize. Just let it all out; get it all out your system. Take as much time as you need; I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
After a moment of nothing but sobbing, Cuphead was ready to make his nerve-wracking confession. “It’s hopeless, Mugman! I-I never be able to move on from Elder Kettle! He-He was always so kind a-and caring, e-even when we got into trouble! I’ll never be ready to say goodbye to someone like him! I can’t take it anymore; I just can’t!”
Mugman sniffed. “Is-Is that what you’ve been feeling all this time?”
“Yes!” Cuphead sobbed. “I didn’t wanna tell you 'cause I didn’t wanna make you feel worse than you already were. I-I wanted you to think that-that I was gonna come up with a plan, and save the day again…but I ended up letting you down instead! Now, I dunno what to do anymore! I just want Elder Kettle back!”
His heart breaking from his brother’s words, Mugman struggled to remain articulate through his sobbing. “M-Me, too, Cup. I don’t wanna say goodbye to him either. I wish he were giving us more hugs and smiles, a-and telling us everything’s gonna be ok.” Mugman hiccuped. “But-but you didn’t let me down or anything. I-If Elder Kettle really is gone for good, all I want now is for my brother to be safe and sound.”
At that, both boys were too upset to think of anything else to say. All they could do now was sit there, hugging and weeping for each other.
With her face wet with tears as well, Hilda wrapped her arms around Cuphead and Mugman, forming a group hug. She not only wept for their painful ordeal, but for making a child like Cuphead make a decision that would scar him for life. Cagney arched down to the boys’ level, joining in the hug. Several more followed suit, like Djimmi, the Root Pack, Ribby, Croaks, and even Baroness Von Bon Bon. After her, more tearful friends stepped forward, the group growing until it became a full crowd of mourning masses. The only exceptions were anyone who was either too big, like Grim Matchstick and Cala Maria, too small, such as Werner, or who simply didn’t know Elder Kettle or the boys well enough to have much to grieve over, like Dr Kahl or the Phantom Express. Those unable to join the hug simply lowered their heads in respect, and anyone wearing a hat or tiara held it over their hearts.
In spite of this moment being one of solemnness and sorrow, there was a remarkable aura of profoundness to it, even more than the psuedo-funeral they had attended last week. The hearts of every individual present were aching, and yet, there was something about this same heartache that was bringing everyone together. This was especially true for Cuphead, who no longer perceived grief as a time of desolation and despair. No matter how well everyone knew his late grandfather, it was the powerful feeling of shared pain and sympathy that was unifying people from all walks of life, if not for Elder Kettle, then certainly with the scenario of two lovable children losing their only parental figure. With every person beside them mourning in solidarity, lending all eyes and ears to the sobbing Mugman and wailing Cuphead, it was arguably the most sincere and heartfelt moment in the history of Inkwell Isle.