"Okay, I will tell the boys. Make sure she gets some rest." Elder Kettle replied to Dice over the phone. "Boys, Come here."
"Yes?" Cuphead said as Mugman trailed behind him.
"Dice is okay and asked for us to hold down the fort. He is taking care of Porsha at the moment." Elder kettle explained and Mugman asked why.
"Is it because of her legs again? She just glued them together yesterday."
"Yeah, but she is made of porcelain and that is fragile." Cuphead replied and Mugman nodded.
"But we are porcelain too, but we don't break as much." Mugman said and Elder Kettle corrected him.
"You two are made of porcelain and pottery, so, you boys are extra tough. Miss Porsha is like a china doll. Very fragile if she gets in a scrap or jumble."
"What if we get the stuff to make her not break easily?" Cuphead asked and their grandfather chuckled.
"You boys are sweet to think of helping her, but sometimes it isn't that simple."
Dice carried Porsha to her apartment and she unlocked the door. He opened it while he sat her down on the couch. He locked the door behind them and went into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit. Porsha gripped his sleeve as he walked by her to try and get something off the shelf.
"Hey, it's okay." Dice said looking down at her. She didn't say anything and pointed to her room. "Wait...do you want to lay down...in the bed?" Porsha nodded, he picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. He propped up the pillows for her and laid her down gently.
"You alright?" He asked as he brought in the kit and the book.
"...door, please..." She said to him softly and he understood.
After closing the door Dice saw her take in a deep staggering breath. She was stressed, she shouldn't have gone out there, but she was too worried about him. Dice knew his house of cards could hold off the Wolfpack for a short time, but knew the whistle was the last resort. Why would he give this back to him? How did Porsha even get this or have the time to talk to the demon himself? Dice realized that she had always work long sleeves and skirts, but that was due to the weather.
"Porsha." Dice's voice made her look straight at him. "How did you see the Devil and why did he give you this?"
"I was walking in the woods and stumbled upon the old remains of the casino. Fire surrounded me, which caused my body structure to become brittle, and the Devil handed me this. He told me to give it to you and I just did." Porsha explained and Dice laid out one of her legs straight.
"That hellfire is no joke. When did this happen?" He asked while taking off her shoes.
Porsha wenched in pain, causing him to stop. "Keep going love, I have been in worse shape before." Dice continued as she explained further. "It happened about three days ago. I actually got hurt the day after while helping move some heavy items to the library."
"Why didn't you get a cart?" He asked her, noticing her feet and calves were crackled like a broken plate.
"...I did, but I fell...you know how clumsy I was that day..." Porsha realized he could see her legs and gripped her skirt.
"Is all this from...being exposed to fire?" His voice was filled with worry as he looked up. She shook her head, contradicting his question. He saw how her hands were gripping tightly onto her skirt and sat down on the bed beside her. "Porsha, what happened? I am alright if you don't want to say anything, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what's goin' on."
"There is um-some glue or something in the bathroom...to fix it-my legs, I mean..." She started to ramble on and Dice touched her hand.
"I got something else that would help better than glue." He pulled out gauze and a type of bottle that had a pump on it. Porsha was skeptical, no other thing would work for her, and she tried everything.
"Um, KD..." Porsha heard her voice crack and held her hand to her mouth.
"It's not anything weird. Okay, it is just a super glue thing I use when I get scratched or shattered into pieces." Dice explained, trying to ease her mind.
"It-it's like glue?" Porsha repeated and He nodded.
"Yes, just like glue."
She squeezed his hand and sighed. "Do it."
"Alright." He said and started to repair her left leg. "How did you get shattered or broken before?"
"Well, I was an idiot and made the Devil mad one time. He got so infuriated with me because he walked outside and Wheezy made the air a bit extra humid, for fun. The demon had just had a bath and his fur puffed up around him like a big fluffy ball. I had never laughed so hard in my life, at that point, and he didn't think it was funny. He flared up his flames and that was the first time my face and arms shattered, due to the heat." Dice explained and laughed, which made her stop thinking of the piercing pain in her legs.
"And then?" She replied and Dice started to bandage her leg.
"The Devil freaked out and put me back together. I was good as new. He wasn't always fire and brimstone, ya know? He did actually care for his workers."
"That's sweet that he had a soft side. Were there any more times?" She asked, noticing her left leg was completely bandaged up.
"Yeah, uh, when I was in my last relationship...but he shattered more than my body..." Dice's demeanor grew saddened, talking about the last one, as he started on the right leg.
"He shattered you?"
"Yeah, completely. Had to even go to the hospital to be put back together piece by piece...still, have the scars and marks..." Dice explained as Porsha saw the cracks and scars on his wrist.
"We both got beat up, huh?" Porsha awkwardly chuckled. "When I was in Aster I used to brake so easily because of the fires and smoke that my father started running tests. He made something that fixed me up again ...then when he was taken...they took it too and I was left with a little bit left..."
"Well, you are all fixed up now." Dice said and Porsha looked at her bandaged legs. She wiggled them then noticed him staring at her.
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah, I was just thinking."
She took his hand and he could feel his heart racing. Hers was as well when she asked a risky question to him. Porsha waited and couldn't ask him just yet. Dice realized that Porsha had been through hell like he had, but they were still here. Living when others had gone. He just wanted to keep her safe, although he didn't know for how long now. He had to at least do something for her to get her to be on a brighter note. She started to say something then felt her face get flustered by her silly question.
Porsha realized that she was a bit too worried to move around much. "D-Dice, would you help me?"
"Yes, with what?" He asked right away.
"It sounds silly. I-I want my pajamas...but-I am afraid...to move my legs...Well any more than wiggling them a bit."
"O-okay, um, where do you keep your pj's?" Dice asked and she pointed to the dresser with a mirror built in.
"Top second drawer to the left." Porsha replied and realized that she would need to take off her clothes, and started taking off her blouse.
Dice turned around and saw her taking off her shirt. "Uh-well..." His face was shot red seeing her without a shirt.
"Dice, you have seen women and probably men with bigger boobs than me. So, just help me and stop blushing more." She said and he handed her a nightgown while he closed his eyes.
"Do you need me to tuck you in too." Dice jokes as he turned around to give her privacy. "Wait, do you?" He turned around and saw her, clothed in her gown, and she nodded.
"Y-yeah..."
"O-oh, well..." Dice picked her up again with ease then she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Alright, and down you go." He pulled the covers over her and she was still holding onto him.
"I'm glad you are safe. I was worried." Porsha said, embracing him tightly.
"I'm more worried about you." Dice said returning her hug. "Now get some rest, okay?"
"Alright, are you going back to your apartment?" She asked him and he shook his head.
"Nope, I'm going to be right here with you." He replied while he held up the book.
"What one did you grab this time?" She smiled as he sat down at her the bedside.
"The book of fables and myths." Dice answered then saw her smile while she yawned.
"Greek and Roman ones are good to read."
"Maybe I can read one of those tonight. Por-" He realized she was already asleep and he chuckled while standing up. "Goodnight love." Dice said as he kissed her head and sat down in the chair next to her dresser.
~~~(Porsha's Dream)~~~
"Mom where is dad?" Porsha glanced around, hearing no reply, then walked outside. People were gathered around her home, but why?
"Porsha!" Moon said scooping her up in his arms. "I told you to stay inside!"
"But, where is mom? Why hasn't she come home?" She asked him and she saw someone turn around.
"She won't be coming back, babydoll." Moon replied to her as the person threw something, crashing into their window, causing Porsha to scream.
Moon ran into the crowd to try and get away from the now inflamed house. "Close your eyes sweaty and don't look into that light!" Porsha did as she was told and noticed her father stop.
"Dad? What's wrong?" She asked again, feeling his father tremble in fear or shock, and opened her eyes. "M-mom..."
Her father was right. Her mother wasn't coming home today as she saw the embers fly up into the skies above her. The unforgiving flames encasing the poor shattering woman, being tied to a stake. Tattered and charred clothing around her as the hellfire grew bigger and bigger in the fire pit until they had too back away from the heat. Porsha felt her cheeks crack under the heat and touched her face.
"D-daddy?" Her voice was a mixture of dreaded emotions while her father noticed her little face.
"It's okay. I can fix it. I can help you." Moon explained as he saw Blackruth walk up to them.
"The people are rioting. What happened?" The bird asked, noticing Porsha's fractured cheeks.
"My wife is what happened." Moon replied as his tone was flat. "She was the only saint we had left in this city and you killed her..."
"Nonsince, she was a tainted one and had to be dealt with. It is was the scriptures say-"
"The damned will be separated from the right hand of God...but that is you." Moon stated aloud, his voice now filled with righteous anger.
"Watch your tone, Moon. I may end you too." Blackruth sneered as he realized something. "Or better yet, your daughter might be shattered in some horrific accident."
With hearing that sentence, Moon gripped Porsha tightly, causing her to look at her father. "The deal is off when you hurt her and you know it."
"Who said it had to be me?" Blackruth stated then walked away.
Moon made it to a safe place to put Porsha down and glue her cheeks back together. "Hold still, it will take a moment."
Porsha closed her eyes while her father finished tending to her wounds. "Why did he threaten us?"
Her father was stumped for a moment, trying to find the words to explain to a ten-year-old, and then sighed. "Because we are not like other people. We think, laugh, and even love. Though our city doesn't consider this to be of a certain purity, it is a great asset to standing out and making a difference."
"Like mom?" Porsha added, causing Moon to hold back his tears.
He hugged her tightly. "Y-yeah, like Mom."
~~~Author's note~~~
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