A/N: I was very displeased when it was announced that the Cuphead Show was canceled due to Netflix's greed. So, I thought about the old saying: "if you want something done right, do it yourself". Hence why I'm announcing the release of this brand-new fanfiction!
To save time, I will be saving room for those in the game that either didn't get their own episode, or just got a cameo (possibly an occasional OC). However, if you have any requests for boss fights to be included, please drop a review or shoot me a PM.
DISCLAIMER: "The Cuphead Show" is owned by MDHR and Netflix; with the exception of a few original characters, I own nothing in this story. SPOILERS AHEAD!
Enjoy!
The Devil sat in his warm bathtub, bubbles flying throughout the bathroom in Hell. Normally, this activity would be relaxing for the double dealing demon, but recent events have made it less enjoyable.
It was already all over the news; the day that three underage cups, Cuphead, his brother Mugman and friend Chalice, humiliated him in front of all of Inkwell Isle's residents. To make matters worse, more critics came forward and wrote even more reviews about the Devil 'losing his touch'...all thanks to that little brat, Cuphead.
As badly as the Devil wanted to wreak his terrible vengeance on the young teacup, he no longer owed him his soul, neither did his friends. Not to mention Stickler's constant nagging over the lack of souls coming into the soul vault; it seemed time was running out for the Lord of Darkness.
"Hey boss!" A voice called, interrupting Satan's train of thought. "You've got a phone call, it's King Dice. Should I take a message?"
The Devil rolled his eyes behind the cucumber slices covering his eyes.
"Well, what do you think, Henchman?"
Getting his boss' message, Henchman nodded and turned back to the phone. After a good couple of minutes, the Devil got his peace and quiet…until Henchman interrupted again.
"Hey boss, Dice really wants to talk to you. He says he has an idea on how we can get more souls?"
The Devil was about to scold his bumbling minion for interrupting him again, when something stopped him. Intrigue, perhaps? No, what could a failure like Dice come up with that could possibly help him?
Still, might as well hear him out…right?
"Alright, Henchman." The Devil sighed. "Put him on the line."
Henchman handed the Devil the telephone, a look of annoyance shrouding his face.
"Dice, this better be good." The Devil grumbled. "You're interrupting something very important."
He listened to King Dice on the other end. It was then that he heard something interesting from his 'number one'.
"A casino…?" The Devil mused. "Not a bad idea, Dice. But there are clubs all over Inkwell Isle, we'd need something to make it stand out."
"True, but I have a feeling that with my charisma and style and your magic and cunning, we can both make this the biggest hit yet!" Dice beamed from the other end. "We'd have a bar, a live entertainment venue, and (most importantly), lots of different games to play."
The Devil could hear a chuckle on the other end of the phone.
"Ya know…rigged games."
At this, the Devil cracked a devious smile.
"And if they lose the games…they forfeit their souls to me!" The Devil laughed. "I LOVE it! Let's set up a meeting to discuss it…I think even a stick-in-the-mud like Stickler would enjoy this!"
The Devil hung up the phone and handed it back to Henchman, who was overjoyed at overhearing the proposal.
"We're really starting a casino?!"
The Devil sneered toward his eager minion.
"Yep. Why don't you get Stickler and the others? Dice and I will get the presentation ready."
As Henchman excitedly ran out of the bathroom, the Devil got out of the bath, more relaxed than ever.
The Devil was back…and badder than ever!