Author's Note: This has no beta reader, and if the character's seem OOC, it's because it's my interaption of them. I do NOT support the artist of the original comic. I ship Bendy and Cuphead, but this wasn't written with the intention of being romantic and can be interpreted as just friends. :) If you notice anything wrong, please let me know!

The cold breeze made his cheeks feel numb, and he pulled his coat tighter against his body, letting out a soft sigh. He shoved his hands into his pockets, fishing. around for a pack of cigarettes. He took on out before shoving the little box back in his pant pockets. Sticking the cig between his teeth, he raised a finger to his lips and snapped, closing his eyes as the bright blue bullet flashed to life and used it as a lighter.

Standing there, on that cliff, the others sleeping peacefully in their tents, Cuphead thought about jumping off. But after everything that's happened and all the shit he's done just to keep his soul, suicide was the last thing he should do. Not again so soon.

He tensed when he heard footsteps in the grass, relaxing when he realized who it was. He didn't bother to glance down at the demon, even when he stood right by him. Nor did he bother to make small talk. He preferred the silence. Or well, the silence of nature.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Bendy guessed, which made Cup hum, the corners of his lips twitching.

"Wow, how'dcha know." He muttered sarcastically, smoke blowing out from between his lips and drifting up into the sky to join the clouds. He thought he heard the demon scoff, but he couldn't be too sure.

Some might say this was a peaceful moment. Full moon, stars visible due to the lack of pollution and shining brightly, with a bit of quiet company. But to Cuphead, this was odd. This serenity, this calmness- he couldn't fully trust it. The muscles in his arms were tense, his eyes darting out to the trees every once and a while, as if waiting for an attack.

Relaxing in a way that wasn't getting drunk, smoking, or taking a nap wasn't something Cup was used to. A guy like him can't get used to such things. It makes it hard to look someone in the eyes and kill them. Watching them beg and cry before a loud bang echoes throughout the alleyway and suddenly there's blood seeping in between cracks of concrete...

Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he saw his brother. Standing there, blood seeping into his shirt and sputtering out of a large hole in his chest. Saw him fall back, heard the thud as his back collided with stone, a puddle of crimson growing underneath him. The warmth of his body fleeting, his breath going shallow as unfocused eyes watered with tears, teeth stained red and lips parted as he tried to speak.

Then when he opened his eyes, he was back here. His brother was okay. They were both alive and breathing. And they were on this confusing quest that seemed to produce more questions then it ever did answers.

"You ever think about jumping?"

Cup blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he slowly turned his head towards Bendy, his expression blank.

"'Scuse me?" He replied, wondering if he had misheard. Then Bendy looked at him, and Cup realized he couldn't have heard that sentence better.

"Jumping. Off this cliff."

By the Gods– don't tell him he the little fucker was gonna jump. He was too sober and too depressed to deal with Bendy commiting right in front of him. He didn't want to deal with the side effects of seeing that.

"Not that I'm gonna do it- no, no, that's crazy. I was just... Just wondering, is all." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he looked away, giving the moon a hundred yard stare as if recalling a bad memory. Cuphead could relate to that.

He cast his gaze up into the inky abyss that was night, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"... If it makes ya feel better, then yeah, I've thought about jumpin'. Hell, that's what I was doin' just a few minute ago. I didn't, of course, never do- but didn't stop me from thinkin' about it."

He tells the demon, raising a hand and removing his cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke.

He felt a little guilty when the wind shifted directions and he heard Bendy cough, but the guilt faded in about 4 seconds.

"But regardless, don't jump off the cliff. Please. I ain't dealin' with dat tonight. Plus, you got your bro ta worry about... An' uuuh... I got mine. So neither of us should jump. Just so y'know." He adds, gesturing with his cig as he shrugs once again. He heard Bendy sigh, and he glanced down just in time to meet the demon's gaze. They held it for a moment, like a staring contest, except they weren't being as competitive as they usually were with each other. For a second, Cup was almost willing to swear one of Bendy's eyes were slightly darker then the other, but it seemed to be a trick of the light.

"Wanna commit a double suicide?" Bendy asked.

"I would love ta do that, but as I mentioned earlier, our bros aren't gonna be happy to wake up to us dead." He responded. Bendy nodded, looking like he had expected that answer. Cup tossed his cigarette down and smashed it under the tip of his boot, listening to Bendy speak yet again.

"I know that, but if... If they weren't here, would you commit suicide with me?"

He asked again, tilting his head. Cup watched as his tail flicked to the side in curiosity. He was way too calm about this. The dish wondered if the idea of suicide was something he considered every day.

He felt tempted to say he would've already shot himself if it weren't for Mugsy keeping him sane and being his only motivation for living, but he decided to give a genuine answer.

"Absolutely."

"Thanks."

And that was that. No more talk of killing themselves, just two dudes standing next to eachother and staring at the moon. No, wait, rephrase that. It sounds weird.

Just two pals with sleep deprivation staring at the sky... That sounds a little better.

This was one odd night. Y'know, if you had told Cuphead a few months ago that he was gonna be friends with the very people he was trying to kill, he probably would've laughed at you and then said "go fuck yourself", but here he was. And he had no clue why, but he felt comfortable around Bendy. They just seemed to click. Maybe it was because they seemed to have similar humor, maybe it was because they were both older brothers and had to sometimes play the role of a dad to their little brothers, or maybe it was just because they were both depressed messes who were just trying to go a single day without thinking "I want to kill myself".

"The moon looks pretty tonight."

The demon said, yawning after he finished his sentence. He had small fangs. Like an animal, maybe a cat. Cup knew because he watched Bendy yawn. He looked kind of c̶u̶t̶e̶ funny with a scrunched up face.

"I s'pose it does."

He replied, his eyelids having grown heavy as he looked up at the sky one more time. Cup decided he needed to get back to his tent, and bid Bendy goodnight, leaving the demon to stare at the sky before eventually retiring back to his own sleeping bag. Despite the strangeness of that whole conversation, they both felt a lot better. Especially Bendy.