The seagulls come back after dinner. They perch on the other boulders and eye the Cup's pickaxe swinging. Things grow interesting as Cuphead finally wedges the pickaxe in the rock. It seems no body builder could ever pull it out with how stiff it is.
He ties the rope to the handle, gingerly repelling himself down the boulder. It's fool proof. He just hopes the rope is long enough to reach the beach, and hopes Mugman isn't in immediate danger. Who knows what that mermaid could do.
He stuffs his boots on ledges and makes his way down. Halfway down the rock: hermit crabs. An army of them crawl up the boulder, attracted to the trail of spilt milk at the top. Some pinch at Cuphead's gloves, but he won't let go anytime soon. They're small, but nothing short of annoying.
It wasn't until the seagulls swoop in for a crab snack that Cuphead starts to punch away the wildlife. Their wings and pecking block the ledge-way down. His boots can't find any creases to sit in. He yells for them to leave.
"You better leave, bird-brains!" He says, "I mean it! I got a mermaid to fight and a brother to save."
The strength in his arms, from the jostling and swinging, drain. Hermit crabs disappear and seagulls infest his space. It overwhelmes Cup, but more so the rope. It wears away and snaps.
Cuphead curses something he once heard from Porkrind.
The plummet is like a drop of an elevator, then splashes on the first floor.
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Thank you so much for reading this fic! Comments and likes are welcomed!After I'm done with this fic, I'm moving on to one-shots and other long(ish) stories. Have a great day!
