Dear diary,

I've been in hell for 1 year now. Everyday I miss my brother mugman who died from a terminal illness. His death haunts me daily. I'd do anything to be able to spend one day with him again.

To be honest I hate my job.

I wanna go home but I know there isn't anything there for me anymore.

I heard papa kettle died a few months ago from old age and loneliness. I think he found my dead body in the closet that day and mourned himself to death. I haven't seen him around so I guess he made it to heaven.

Fly high dad!

--Cuphead

Cuphead closed his diary and put down his pen. He laid back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Hell didn't have pretty clouds like on earth. Just flames and brimstone and lots of fire .

Cuphead missed making shapes in the clouds like he did with his brother mugman. Instead he made friends with shadows on the wall.

"it's dark and gloomy in this room. " cuphead said to himself. "I wish I could see the sunlight one more time. That would make me happy. "

Cuphead sighed and turned over in his bed and faced his clock.

"10:03 pm. King dice must be working the night shift tonight. Thank God it's my day off." cuphead said.