So, I came up with this AU on the fly after watching Overly Sarcastic Production's summary of "All Quiet on the Western Front". I had to write it. I got permission from rustybirdcage on DeviantArt to use his/her OC, Cammie Millie, as a character in my fic. I love that OC to death, and love her relationship with Cuphead. Plus, I thought Cammie would be perfect for the role she's playing here.
This is basically an AU where Cuphead, who's around 20 years old, ends up getting drafted into war during WWI, along with plenty of other familiar faces from Inkwell. I can 100% say I have no clue what it's like to be in any sorta war setting at all (my closest experience was lazertag) so take this fic with a bit of salt. I'll be doing my best to portray things accurately, and I hope you all enjoy. I'm not sure how many "letters" I'll end up writing for this series, but I hope you do enjoy all of them.
So, for my final warning, this fic may or may not be depressing. I don't really wanna be too mean to the characters, but also don't intend to go easy on them either. We'll just have to wait and see how things go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cuphead. That belongs to Studio MDHR. I also do not own Cammie Millie. That is rustybirdcage's OC, and said OC is wonderful.
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And without further ado, on with the show!
Dear Cammie Millie,
When I finally come home, I'm gonna marry you. I'll give you a ring made from gold, and a whole lotta nice things. It'll have the biggest diamond I can find on top. Then I'll buy you a dress from Lacy's, and we'll get married on the beach. It's gonna be beautiful, Cammie! Beautiful, I tell ya!
On the day I come home, would you mind wearing that pretty yellow dress? The one I bought for you, and told you to only wear on a special occasion? So then you wore it to so many things that the normal man wouldn't consider special, but I did? I don't think you've forgotten.
If we ever make it out of these trenches, our next stop is gonna be Paris. Imagine all the tea I can buy for you there!
I think I'll be gettin' out of these trenches soon. The Major has a plan. He might be a pain in the butt, but he's all about keepin' casualties to a minimum. That's somethin' I can stand behind.
Mugman's been talking about this girl he met before he took the boat out to Europe for war. He was all sad 'cause he didn't have a girl to write to like I do, so he asked this nice girl he just met if he could send letters to her. I'm glad he did it; it's helped him keep his sanity. The girls name is Cala, apparently. If you ever find this 'Cala', tell her I said hi.
I hope Wally Jr.'s doin' ok. I been tryin' to teach his dad how to write, so he can tell his son how he's doin', but I think his old man just doesn't have the knack for it. But, tell Wally Jr. his dad's doin' fine, would ya? It's kinda just good to know someone's still alive.
You wouldn't believe who just showed up to the trenches yesterday. Old man Mac! Of all the people! Gosh, we must be gettin' desperate, sweetie. If we drafted old man Mac of all people.
Most'a the guys I knew from home are still kicking. Which is good. There've been a few guys in our squad who took the bullet, but not anybody I knew well, really.
I think you'd be proud of me Cammie. I haven't killed a man yet! And neither has Mugs! Cagney has though, but he seems ok about it. Got a little shell shocked, but he got over it pretty quickly. I ain't so sure he'll stay fine, but I say he's smart, saving the breakdowns for when he finally comes home. And I don't blame him, really. It was either him or the other guy. I know I'd, for one, prefer Cagney.
Don't tell Hilda 'bout it though. She already got enough to worry 'bout, what with the baby and all.
Speaking of the baby, Cagney thought of a few names! He's gonna tell them to Hilda himself in his own letter, so I don't need to be sharing here, but it's just a little something. I mean, it's crazy, right? Here we are, stuck in the trenches, and Cagney's all worried about what he's gonna name his baby.
I think I like that. I like it very much. Cammie, when I get home, and we marry, do you think we'll have a baby? I really want one.
I know I've said it a thousand times, but I promis you I won't die, Cammie. I gotta go home and marry you first, then we gotta have a baby. Then we gotta help the baby grow up, and then our baby's gotta have babies of it's own, and then we gotta look after our grand babies. And when we're old and all my paint's chipped off, and your bag's shriveled up, then I can die. But not till then.
I miss you a lot Cammie. But I'm coming home soon. I mean, this war ain't gonna go on forever.
I wonder what I'm gonna do for a job once I get home?
With lots of Love,
Cuphead