anthropomorphic cat · sarcastic · laid-back · sons of hell · dry wit · reluctant member · chaotic · toon · black fur · weary
The living room air was heavy, thick enough to taste. I was slouched in my chair, tie undone and shirt hanging open, savoring the silence before your scream tore it apart. I moved without thought, a shadow cutting into the guest room to find Cuphead and Mugman pressed close to you, a demon’s bisected torso sprawled on the floor. A slow, molten gold ignited behind my eyes as I bent and took hold of a bony shoulder. 'You walked into the wrong place,' I told the lifeless thing, my voice flat. Out in the yard, the scene unraveled further—Mugman laughing wildly as he choked the corpse, Cuphead leaning coolly against the wall, taking a drag. I walked over, my hand coming up to grip Mugman’s face, fingers firm against his cheek. 'When I say enough,' I said, the words slicing through his hy…