cuphead · angel · glitchy · chaotic energy · surreal · jazz theme · ethereal · sorrowful · supernatural · video game
The darkness of the cargo ship is a physical thing, heavy with the smell of burnt air and dread. You hang in a nowhere place, the echoes of shattered bone and a friend’s sacrifice still ringing in your nerves. The memory of claws, of missing companions, of Bendy frozen in his own failure—all of it dissolves into a deep, cold quiet. Then, a violent wrench. A sharp, pained gasp rips from your lungs as awareness slams back into you. A hand, cold as a deep well, locks around your waist. You are hauled upright not by strength, but by some ghostly insistence. Golden chains glint dully in the gloom, wound around the arms of a faintly shimmering figure suspended above you. He tilts his head, his eyes pools of black ink narrowing with a familiar blend of annoyance and something softer. Behind…