Dear Bessie,
You know that I am no gossip. But you must remember that I myself am also no saint. I used to think Inkwell Isle was pretty boring. But it isn't anymore. They haven't had a "new child" case. Let me run it down quickly because I want to talk about Sammy. So basically this cup-head and a chalice were being dumbies. That ended well. Now they have a bastard daughter on their hands. I feel somewhat sorry for them. But mostly Chalice because gah! A guy like that! They leave you lonely! They use you and once they're bored they slack off once they're done with you. And then you stick to your own species and then your ended with a bastard. Oh gah! What was I going to say instead? Either way tell Sammy quickly as possible that if he doesn't tell you what? I'll get over there and I will pull him by the slacks. Just he waits. Because nobody, especially after what I heard, messed with my friend.
Yours truly,
Betsy
I have reached my final verdict concerning my young patient from long ago. She was 12 and had a baby actually two. However one died by the cord. And again, I write to you that she was too young. Her very young age, caused a pain that les to a smell. And now I know that smell. Childbed Fever. Longest one I ever had. Saltbaker pains me as much as he makes me laugh. Malady? She was pregnant not cancered. Or maybe I'm just a doctor. But when I say Childbed Fever I am confused because Yeni removed the placenta. And there was no use of surgical instruments.
Highly likely it was post-partum endometriosis but it was never searched through. It was.
June 1930
Everyone acted so cold to Miss Chalice and her daughter. Also everyone hates Cuphead and we have been whispering more often than not. It makes my mortal soul cold and black to hear this. I send my prayers to Elder Kettle. I hope things get better for them. Poor Baby Bottle!….not.
When we took Miss Chalice, who had never been able to recover from childbirth and had instead died from it. An underage infection forming in between her legs. However not much a child anymore when now that she woke up. When she did so, she admitted to herself over a stomach bulge and a horrible smell accompanied by pain in her lower body. The Legendary Chalice is not so Legendary now that I think back to it. I wonder what Sir Spooning would think about Grans-children. Gee, please don't take that the wrong way sir. She looked no longer the young adult damsel she once was but now instead the body of an adult woman, a woman who used to be a hero. She cried at the sight of her belly bulge which was small but there. Something all woman go through. Though not quite a woman exactly. Boss was really pleased to see her. She was grim to see a ghost from her past. They chatted for a bit. Boss taunted her of the trouble that Ms. Chalice had done. The whole time she was confused as to what happened. Then she muttered under her breath oh that cup! She hates him. But I guess, I can't say I blame her. Wait sorry for that. The Boss acted like an old friend towards her and asked about her health, her newborn children, and poke fun at her horrific relationship with Cuphead. That of hormones. Legendary Chalice struggled to voice. She just stood there, stunned. If I were her I wouldn't have been so damsel about it. After all, she did do it to herself when she made the deal with Boss. He warned her again. That Legendary Chalice had to pay the sins of Ms. Chalice. They were now the same damsel. And to say she didn't expect to pay for the sins of being a pretty girl who scammed and lied is an understatement as it rushed to her rather quickly what she had done. She asked meekly and he responded about. She replied coldly that even if she had a child born from her past Boss would have made sure that she and the child both died. She chastised herself and who she was before for being so foolish. For trying to deny their mistakes. Only to be met with the same response. She made a deal, and she could not escape it. He teleported her to a cell ready for her. The rest of her time was now in his hands.
Your Imp.
Aunt Cecile,
It has been a while since we have spoken but I wish to tell you that in this world, nobody had pity for a mug. This time, instead of a petty joke from Cuphead, it was a kick to the heart. And while none of it should concern me, it does. My best dong dong friend, or at least while we were, the three ding dongs. So while behind my back, I admit I had my suspicions at night where I would lay awake. But then at the lake, the fountain, the bakery, the cottage, the grass. I feel gross oh god, I just remembered that one time I saw her blood (Which my Elder Kettle has taught me about.) on Cuphead's sheets. And I as clueless and fondly and gay during 9 months. Okay, I admit, I saw multiple warning signs about that could have warned me. But yet I dismissed them. I noticed that Cuphead and Chalice were arguing but yet that seemed a matter of friendship rather than romance. That was all the whole time. It seems like a theme, now. And then the months came along and caught up more to me than her. I can't sleep and without sleep I can't think. Me and Elder Kettle both. Maria got handed to us. Just randomly. And we have tried to be more secretive about it but really we shouldn't be having this barely baby here. Ilegal. Maria, I admit, I blamed her for a lot of it. I felt weird and odd. I miss my friends.
Mugman
Dear Mugman,
I recommend at least two doses of his medication. This time his bad back isn't the only thing wrong with Elder Kettle. Just make sure he drinks a lot of fluids and take care of his bad back. An extra pillow behind his back for extra caution. And my condolences on your nephew and your brother. Be weary my friend.
My condolences,
Dr. Mackdox
Stickler sir, of you want to laugh then you read the right letter. Last time I went to town a few months ago, and The Devil didn't mistreat us as he has been doing. So I was just admiring the town. When Saltbaker and Elder Kettle were hushed among themselves in his bakery. "So what should we do?" Elder Kettle said, you know him. Cuphead and Mugman's guardians. So he said that Mugman should marry Chalice as a last effort to avoid shame. Please laugh. Saltbaker, a devout religious one, rejected the idea of incest. Sure, Chalice and Cuphead weren't married but technically they were. They had the children and everything.
The Imp.
Duh, Boss. I found him, he's dead.
-Henchman
Dr. Mackdox,
Please, I don't think my Elder Kettle will live another day! Just yesterday I caught him! Please help me!
Yours, desperately, Mugman
Aunt Cecile,
My worst time of need is now, as I think Elder Kettle's condition has worsened all thanks to our situation. I'm worried. Most of all, an orphanage. But, maybe with a pinch of hope, I will end up in the same orphanage as my niece.
Yours, Mugman