The devil sat on his throne angrily, sighing and groaning. Obviously, by anyone,
the devil was furious. Not only did his recent attempt to get his witch bride Iris backfired
literally, thanks to the new magic protection on the Spark's house. It also didn't help with
the second problem, that he still doesn't have that annoying cup's soul.
Henchmen come flying into the throne room with a cake slice left over from last night's
party. "Uh, Hey, boss, want some leftover congratulations cake?" He asked the Devil as
he came next to him. Henchmen didn't understand why his boss was so mad. "Uh, you
look mad for somebody who just got that cup's soul. Congratulations, by the way."
The last comment made the devil snap, and then he roared in Henchmen's face, finally
letting out all his built-up anger "I didn't actually get his soul yet, okay?" he admitted to
Henchmen. "I just said that to buy myself some time before Stickler finds out. I hate that
guy," he said, annoyed as he crossed his arms and then added, "And of course, it's not
great that I still don't have my bride"
Henchmen thought a moment and then remembered something he was sure to cheer
him up. He placed the plate with the cake slice on the throne armrest. "Oh! I know
what'd make you feel better, boss." Then Henchmen pulled out an Inkwell Isle's Inkwell
Blotter newspaper to show him the front page "The Obliterator!, It's a new ride down at
the Inkwell pier. They say it goes so fast, it'll tear the clothes right off of you."
However unfortunately did not change the Devil's mood. He moved the paper out of his
face "The only things that'll make me feel better is getting that cup's soul and my bride,"
he told Henchmen. "He's gotta take that sweater off sometime, same with Iris and her
necklace." The Devil was sure that Iris and Cuphead couldn't possibly wear their
protective magical jewelry and sweater all the time. When they don't, he will finally get
the cup's soul and his bride back to the underworld.
Meanwhile, with Iris and the cups
"You're wearing that sweater forever!" Mugman said in his brother's face, Literary.
Cuphead tried to speak, "But–" just to get interrupted. "No buts," Mugman cut him off,
then continued talking, "That sweater's the only way the devil can't get your soul." he
looked to his brother with a serious look, hoping Cuphead would take it more seriously.
"You can never take it off! Ever!"
Iris nods agreeing with Mugmen. "It's for your own good, Cuphead! Your sweater and
my necklace are the only things protecting us from him" Iris said as she looked at
Cuphead with the same serious look as Mugman. "Ever since I found out that he was in
love with me and wants to marry me, I have been wearing my necklace all the time no
matter what. So you should be taking it a little more seriously". Iris said hoping that
Cuphead would take this situation with his now magic sweater more seriously.
Unfortunately, Cuphead just surged then turned around and started to walk away. "Eh. I
ain't too worried about it".
After Cuphead said that, a puff of black smoke appeared right in front of him, and it was
none other than the devil. Everyone was shocked, but no one was more scared than
Cuphead. He screamed as soon as he made eye contact with the devil. "Your soul is
mine!" The Devil said as he tried to rip out his soul, but all that resulted was electricity
crackles, groaning in pain from the devil looking a bit dazed and his fur slightly burnt. He
shook it off and then turned his attention to Iris.
"Fine then… you're coming with me, darling!" He grabs her left arm and tries to take Iris
back to the underworld but gets an electric shock again. As the devil looking a bit dazed
again "He's never taking that sweater off!" said Mugman, looking at the devil annoyed.
Then Iris and Cuphead looked at the devil and said, "Same with my necklace! So just
leave us alone already!" Then Cuphead added, "Yeah. Give it up!"
"Never!" yelled the devil as he vanished in a black cloud of smoke. Cuphead
triumphantly laughs that they won this round thanks to the necklace and sweater, but
Iris still worries. Sure, they are safe for now, but she knows the devil is very persistent,
so he's not going to give up that easily. Iris sighs, "Oh boy," knowing that this is only the
beginning of their devil problem.
Then for the last couple weeks, the devil popped up, attempting to take Cuphead's soul
or Iris back to the underworld, but failed every time.
When they were having a nice beach day, the trio was having some fun in the sun, but
then the Devil appeared from black smoke and tried to take the Cuphead's soul. "Give it
to me! (screams in pain)" but gets an electric shock again. Angry, not just from the pain
but still couldn't get Cuphead's soul, the Devil hit his pitchfork on the ground, vanishing
in black smoke back to the underworld.
The next attempt was when Iris and the cups were helping in the backyard garden of
the cottage, the cup brothers and Sparky were running and laughing while playing with
the water hose. Then suddenly the Devil once again appears trying to get Cuphead's
soul "Give me-" (
Spluttering, Grunting
) and once again gets an electric shock from the
sweater. Then, even at night when the cups are asleep at home, "Your - - (
Spluttering,
Grunting
)" Or out in the city shopping for new shirts "..Soul! (
Spluttering, Grunting
)" after
getting a socked again the Devil sighs and then slaps his right hand on his face before
hitting his pitchfork on the ground vanishing in black smoke back to the underworld.
The Devil may have admitted defeat for today. Unfortunately for Iris, the devil didn't stop
trying to somehow get her back to the underworld despite trying to get the cup's soul
every day in the last three weeks. Just like how he kept popping up to get Cuphead's
soul, the Devil has also popped up trying to take Iris back to the underworld. Even at the
Fly Trap where Iris works in her dressing room. Iris had just finished her show for the
evening she just magically changed back to her everyday clothes and made her way to
exit her dressing room when the Devil appeared in black smoke. "You're coming with
me! (
Spluttering, Grunting)"
But gets shocked and then gets beat up by Ribby and
Croaks, then kicks him off the ship into the river. Thanks to her family home having a
new
Obsidian
magic protecting preventing him from entering the house. He tries to open
the door, but his left hand just gets a little shock "Yow!" retracting his hand, growling with
anger before going back to the underworld.
The next day, Iris was with Cuphead and Mugman at their cottage. She was reading a
book about London on the couch while Mugman was reading comics in the newspaper
on the floor, while Cuphead was listening to his and his brother's favorite radio show,
"The Adventures of Dirk Dangerous." Cuphead listens intently to the show's narrator on
the radio closing the show. "Will the fireproof pants of Dirk Dangerous be enough to
save a flaming bank vault full of orphans? Tune in tomorrow for the stunning conclusion
of Dirk Dangerous vs. Pyromaniac Pete!"
Cuphead turns off the radio, sweating from that stress-inducing and sweat-exciting
episode. "So Sweat-inducing!" he says as he is on the ground, trying to cool down,
which is kind of hard because he wears the magic sweater all the time.
Mugman noticed one of the news articles in the newspaper that made him excited to tell
his brother and friend. Mugman looked to his brother then to Iris "You wanna see
something even more sweat-inducing?"
That got Cuphead's attention. "Do I?" he said, looking at his brother intrigued, and Iris
looked up from her book to hear Mugman's exciting news. "It's a new ride! New,
Cuphead, Iris, new!" Mugman ripped out a newspaper page to show them, "Says here
it'll go so fast it'll..something. I dunno. But it's new!" Even if they couldn't read the rest of
the page, the new ride did look both exciting and fun to the trio.
Cuphead looked invested in going on the ride. "Oh!" Iris agreed with Cuphead
"Wow, that ride does look exciting. "
Cuphead looked at Mugman and Iris. "If we go now, we can get there before Elder
Kettle wakes up from his nap." Iris got up from the couch and put her book back in her
bag while Cuphead and Mugman made their way to the front door. But just when
Cuphead opened the door, waiting in front of them was the Devil himself, angry-looking
back at them. Iris just got to the door and then saw him. "Oh... it's you again, I see," she
said, both annoyed and tired of how they had to keep going through the same thing with
him again.
The Devil looked at Iris and said pleasantly, "As much as I'm happy to see you, darling,
I'm here for the cup's soul… so—" He turned his attention to Cuphead, his tone shifting
to something far more demanding. "Hand it over. Oh!" he growled, reaching out with a
claw to rip the soul from the cup. But Cuphead smacked his claw away with a
scowl."Would you just get outta here? Elder Kettle can't even see you," he snapped.
That just left the Devil a bit confused. "Who is Elder Ket—"
He didn't get to finish the question before Cuphead slammed the door in his face.
Frustrated, the Devil growled and let out a roar, a burst of fire briefly flaring beneath his
feet. A moment later, the front door swung open again, revealing an irritated Cuphead.
"Would you cut that out?!" Cuphead snapped.
Still glaring, he added, "Look, just meet me around back."
The Devil glared right back, equally annoyed. "Listen, you little shoehorn—"
SLAM!
Cuphead shut the door in his face again.
Stunned, the Devil blinked, then seethed.
As the trio made their way toward the cottage's back door, Iris couldn't help but giggle.
"Shoehorn?" she repeated with a shake of her head. "That's his best insult?"
Meanwhile, the Devil stomped around the house, muttering under his breath. "Stupid
cup making me go around the back… I'm the Devil! Nobody tells me what to—"
He trailed off as he reached the back and stood there grumbling, waiting. Cuphead
opened the back door as he and Mugman stepped outside, followed closely by Iris. All
three glared at the Devil at eye level.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in if Elder Kettle sees you here?!"
Cuphead hissed in a whisper, trying not to wake the old kettle.
The Devil leaned down to their level, clearly just as frustrated and annoyed, making no
effort to lower his voice.
"You're already in trouble! You owe me your soul!"
Before anyone could say anything else, a sharp voice rang out from above.
"Hey!"
All three gasped in panic.
Without thinking, they shoved the Devil into the nearest bush.
"Oh," the Devil muttered in surprise as he disappeared into the leaves.
Just then, Elder Kettle opened his bedroom window and glared down at them, clearly
irritated. "What's with all the noise?!" he snapped, having been rudely awakened from
his nap.
Thankfully, the Devil was completely hidden.
Cuphead quickly looked up and said, "Uh… nothing! That was just a large cat… man."
Elder Kettle squinted, still annoyed but apparently accepting the explanation. "Well, tell
him I'm trying to nap!"
He was about to shut the window when he noticed something else.
"And another thing—paint that fence! It looks terrible!"
The trio turned to see the scorch marks left behind from the Devil's earlier outburst.
"And Iris," Elder Kettle added, turning his attention to her with a firm look, "don't use
your magic."
"What?" she blinked innocently.
"The boys need to do it themselves. Teach them some responsibility—no magic
shortcuts!"
Then, with a final huff, he shut the window.
All three of them turned their attention to the Devil, who was just emerging from the
bushes, brushing leaves off himself.
"Thanks to your little tantrum, the fence is all burnt up!" Cuphead said, clearly annoyed.
"Yeah!" Mugman chimed in. "What do you intend to do about that, huh?"
Both brothers stared at the Devil expectantly, but he just looked back at them, equally
irritated and frustrated.
"Nothing! I'm the Devil!" he snapped, throwing up his arms.
Cuphead kept staring at the Devil, thinking for a moment—then a sly grin crossed his
face.
"Hmm… tell you what. You paint the fence, and I'll take off the sweater."
That statement left both Mugman and Iris completely stunned.
"Cuphead!" Iris gasped, staring at him in shock.
Mugman looked equally horrified. "What?!"
He quickly grabbed his brother and pulled him aside, out of earshot from the Devil.
"Are you crazy?" Mugman whispered sharply. "What are you thinking?!"
Cuphead held up his hands to calm his brother and Iris, whispering so the Devil couldn't
hear.
"Hold on. Let's see where I go with this. Trust me."
Reluctantly, they stepped back and turned their attention toward the Devil again.
Cuphead faced him with a confident smirk.
"Well? What do you say?"
The Devil rubbed his chin, considering the offer.
"Let's see… I paint the fence… you take off the sweater… I take your soul."
"Hmm…" The Devil paused, analyzing the offer carefully, clearly searching for
any possible loopholes. After a moment of consideration, he finally nodded.
"Alright, Cup. You've got yourself a deal," he said with a sly grin.
With that, he made his way over to the fence.
Iris, rolling her eyes, at least used a bit of magic to make a paintbrush and five
buckets of white paint appear beside him.
The Devil dipped the paintbrush into a bucket. "Painting the fence. Oh yes... oh!" he
said with a chuckle as he started to paint a small section.
All three—Cuphead, Mugman, and Iris—exchanged uncertain glances. It was obvious
he had no clue what he was doing.
"Have you ever actually painted a fence before?" Cuphead asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Mugman added, arms crossed. "Looks like you have no idea what you're doing."
The Devil, clearly offended, turned around to face them. "Is that so? Watch this." He
cleared his throat dramatically.
With a flick of his clawed fingers, he summoned his powers. Several paintbrushes
levitated into the air, dipped themselves into the buckets, and began painting the fence
all on their own with surprising coordination.
Iris raised a brow, a little impressed by the display. The Devil caught her reaction and
shot her a wink.
She just rolled her eyes.
"Shh," Cuphead whispered to Iris and Mugman as the three of them quietly
sneaked away from the Devil. Thankfully, he hadn't noticed them slipping off
since he was too distracted, getting into the rhythm of painting the fence. The
Devil hummed to himself, "And on the one, and on the two, here we go," as he
guided the levitating paintbrushes with a bit too much enthusiasm.
The three friends made their way to Inkwell Pier, eager to try out the amazing
new ride, the Obliterator.
Meanwhile, at Inkwell Pier,
Iris and the boys stood in line for the Obliterator. The line was long, but that didn't
stop the excitement on Cuphead and Mugman's faces.
Iris still couldn't believe Cuphead's crazy plan had actually worked. "Gotta say,
Cuphead, I still can't believe that plan worked."
Cuphead grinned. "See? I told you, we're just too smart for him."
Iris raised an eyebrow. "You do know we still have to worry when he's done
painting the fence, right?"
Cuphead waved it off. "Don't worry, Iris. I'm sure we'll figure something out. But
for now, let's just enjoy the new ride!"
Cuphead looked at the long line and groaned. "This line!"
He then turned to Mugman and Iris. "Hey, Mugsy, Iris, hold my spot. I'm gonna go
grab us some funnel cake."
Mugman raised an eyebrow. "But you don't like funnel cake."
Cuphead smirked. "And you don't like knitting soul-saving invisible sweaters, but
you made me one."
He turned to Iris. "Iris, you're always looking out for me and protecting us from
the Devil. The least I can do is buy you guys some funnel cake."
Cuphead looked at both of them, grinning. "Can I borrow five bucks?"
Iris rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She pulled out a five-dollar bill and
handed it to him.
Back at the Cups' house
The Devil was fully immersed in painting the fence, using all his magical power to
control the paintbrushes. With a dramatic flourish, he made one final
move—magically lifting the paint into the sky in a swirling display.
"And that is how you paint a fence!" he declared proudly, bowing as if expecting
applause.
But there was only silence. The Devil looked around, confused. The Cups and
Iris were nowhere to be found, and all he could hear were the cicadas chirping.
"Unbelievable!" he muttered. "Where did those two nitwits go? And where could
they have taken my Iris?"
As the Devil took a few steps forward, he heard a squelching sound and felt
something wet beneath his right foot. Looking down, he saw white paint. He
followed the trail and noticed three sets of footprints. Two were definitely from the
Cups, and the third... it must have been Iris's.
Unknown to the trio, they'd unknowingly left a paint trail leading out of the woods
toward the city. Annoyed, the Devil decided to follow the footprints and track them
down.
Meanwhile, back at the pier...
Cuphead walked back toward Mugman and Iris with powdered sugar smeared
across his face and hands.
"There was a little powdered sugar mishap," he said sheepishly.
Mugman chuckled. "No problem! I never say no to extra sugar."
"Thanks for getting the funnel cake for us," Iris said with a smile, taking a bite.
Mugman raised an eyebrow and joked, "Let's hope I don't eat any invisible
sweater hairs."
The three of them laughed at the joke.
Cuphead wiped his mouth and smirked. "You might… if I didn't take it off hours
ago."
Iris and Mugman froze mid-bite, staring at him in shock.
"You what?!" they both exclaimed in unison.
"I took off the sweater," Cuphead said like it was no big deal.
Mugman grabbed his brother by the shoulders and gave him a little shake. "Well,
where is it?!"
Cuphead blinked and scratched his head. "Hmm… looks like I don't remember."
Iris placed a hand to her forehead, clearly not believing what she was hearing.
"Oh... Cuphead."
Mugman looked like he might collapse from anxiety. "What happened to never
take it off?!"
"Cuphead," Iris said firmly, her voice a mix of frustration and worry, "what were
you thinking?! Do you realize how much danger you're in again?!"
Cuphead waved it off with a shrug. "Big deal. It's not like the Devil's around or
anything."
As soon as he said it, a cold chill passed through the air. A towering shadow
loomed behind Cuphead. Slowly, he turned around... and there stood the Devil,
arms crossed and looking furious.
Cuphead's eyes widened in horror. "The Devil!" he screamed, leaping into
Mugman's arms.
Iris quickly whispered, trying to keep her voice calm. "Stay calm, Cuphead."
Mugman nodded, whispering, "He doesn't know you took the sweater off."
Cuphead let out a small relieved breath and whispered back, "Oh… yeah."
The three tried their best to play it cool, hoping the Devil wouldn't notice that
Cuphead wasn't wearing the sweater.
The Devil stood before them, clearly furious. His eyes narrowed as he looked
over the group.
"I painted your little fence," he growled. "Now, off with the sweater. Let's go."
He raised his left arm and pointed straight at Cuphead, signaling for him to take it
off.
Cuphead slowly got back on his feet, crossing his arms as he looked the Devil in
the eye.
"Well, how do we know you actually painted the fence?" he asked skeptically.
The Devil leaned in, meeting Cuphead at eye level with an annoyed expression.
"I don't know—go look! It's actually quite good," he added, a small smile tugging
at his lips as he thought back on his handiwork.
Iris stepped forward, arms crossed, her gaze sharp. "Can you blame us?" she
said, gesturing toward him with her right hand. "It's hard to trust the king of lies."
The Devil rolled his eyes at that, knowing she wasn't wrong. He was the Devil,
after all—lying, cheating, and twisting deals were practically in his job description.
Still, in this case, he had kept his word.
"Well, in one of these very rare cases... I'm telling the truth," he said, turning his
eyes back to Iris. "The cup and I made a deal. I held up my end. Now it's time for
him to do the same."
He turned his attention back to Cuphead, visibly annoyed and growing more
impatient by the second.
Cuphead wasn't having it—especially since they had been stuck in line the entire
time and hadn't even gotten on the ride yet.
"Fat chance, buddy," he snapped. "We've been waiting in line all day to ride the
Obliterator."
He pointed up toward the massive attraction towering over them.
"The what now?" the Devil asked, confused.
He followed Cuphead's finger and looked up, only to see the wild new ride in
action. The Obliterator roared to life, sending riders spinning and flipping at
breakneck speed. Screams of both fear and excitement echoed through the air.
As the ride intensified, various belongings flew off the riders—hats, bags, even
some pieces of clothing.
A sock smacked the Devil in the face.
He scowled, peeling it off, and then something clicked in his memory.
Oh... right.
He remembered what Henchman had told him a few days ago:
"Hey, boss. It's the Obliterator, remember? It'll tear the clothes right off of you."
After peeling the sock off his face, the Devil let out a low snicker, an idea forming
in his mind—one that could help him get rid of that pesky Cup's sweater and
snag Iris's necklace in the process.
"On second thought," the Devil said, shifting his mood completely, "I think I'll join
you three. This ride looks like fun."
Cuphead, oblivious to the fact that the Devil was clearly scheming, lit up with
excitement. "That's the spirit!"
Iris, however, narrowed her eyes, immediately suspicious of the Devil's sudden
Change in mood. She crossed her arms and asked, "What's with the sudden
change of heart?"
"What?" the Devil replied, feigning innocence. "It does look like a good, fun ride.
And us enjoying it together? Just a bonus."
Mugman leaned over to his brother and whispered urgently, "Uh, hey, Cuphead.
Maybe you should head back to the cottage?"
Cuphead blinked not really getting what his brother is trying to hint to him.
Mugman tried again, dropping a not-so-subtle hint. "In case you forgot
something... something you took off... and maybe need to put back on?"
Cuphead just stared blankly at him, completely missing the point. "But it's almost
time for the ride."
Mugman and Iris groaned in unison.
Iris turned to Mugman and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You go," she told him.
"I'll keep Cuphead safe... and keep my eyes on this guy," she added, pointing
sharply at the Devil.
Mugman gave her a grateful nod, then muttered under his breath as he started
walking off, "Always doing everything around here because someone took off the
sweater…"
Fortunately, the Devil either didn't hear or didn't care to question what Mugman
was saying. As Mugman disappeared back toward the cottage, the Devil cleared
his throat and turned his attention to Iris, trying to strike up a casual conversation.
"Well, while we wait… So, Iris—"
"Nope," Iris cut him off immediately, not even looking his way as she turned to
face the line.
Slightly deflated, the Devil sighed and slumped back a little. He noticed Cuphead
watching him with that same wide, annoyingly cheerful grin. With a dramatic sigh,
the Devil pulled out a nail file from his coat and began filing his claws while they
waited to board the ride.
Cuphead nudged the Devil with his elbow as they stood in line. "Hey, Devil.
Wanna hear a joke?"
The Devil rolled his eyes dramatically. "I hear nothing."
But that didn't stop Cuphead. He grinned wide. "What's worse than finding a
worm in your apple?"
The Devil let out a groan, already regretting this.
Cuphead continued anyway. "Finding half a worm in your apple. Get it?"
He waited a beat, then added with growing excitement, "'Cause that would mean
you ate the other half? Get it? 'Cause it's only half of it in there? 'Cause you ate
the other half?"
The Devil threw his hands up. "Yes! I get it! Thank you!"
But Cuphead wasn't done. "You know what's worse than finding half a worm in
your apple?"
The Devil's eye twitched. "What?"
"Falling in a sewer."
There was a pause—then the Devil coughed, quickly covering his mouth, trying
to hide the sound that almost escaped. He turned slightly away from them, face
twitching.
Cuphead gasped. "I saw a smile!"
"You most certainly did not," the Devil quickly denied, straightening up and trying
to look serious, though there was the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Iris smirked at the interaction, arms still crossed but clearly entertained. Cuphead
gave her a playful nudge like he was proud of his accomplishment. Cuphead
turned to Iris with a hopeful grin. "Say, Irie, know any jokes?"
Iris hesitated, scratching the back of her neck. "Well, I do know one… but I'm not
much of a comedian like you, Cuphead."
Cuphead gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. "Aww, please?"
She sighed, unable to resist his pleading look. "Okay, fine… Why did the elevator
not go to work?"
The Devil raised a brow, smirking as if he already had it figured out. "Let me
guess—he was feeling down?"
A few light chuckles rippled through the line, including from Cuphead and Iris.
"That could work," Iris admitted with a smile. "But for this one… he wasn't feeling
up to it."
Both Cuphead and the Devil burst into laughter, and even a few others in line
joined in on the fun. As the laughter faded, Iris glanced around discreetly, her
smile fading ever so slightly. She silently hoped Mugman would return
soon—before the Devil realized the truth about Cuphead's missing magic
sweater.
Mugman searched every inch of their room, muttering in frustration. "Where did
he put it?!"
He flung open their closet doors and began rummaging through the clutter. "If I
were Cuphead, where would I put an invisible sweater?"
Just then, the radio crackled to life downstairs in the living room.
"Attention, Dirk Dangerous fans! Did our last sweat-inducing episode leave you
sweatier than ever?"
Mugman froze. His eyes widened as realization hit him.
"…That's it!" he exclaimed, snapping his fingers.
Meanwhile, back at the pier…
After countless jokes, laughter, and what felt like an eternity of waiting, Cuphead,
Iris, and the Devil finally reached the front of the line.
"—and then the banana says, 'Thursday!'"
The Devil chuckled, shaking his head. "How delightfully unexpected… sigh. You
know, Cuphead, you're not so bad after all."
"Thanks!" Cuphead grinned, practically buzzing with excitement as he turned
toward the long-awaited ride, now finally within reach.
Iris, however, saw an opening. "So... not so bad that you'd be willing to leave him
and his soul alone?" she asked, trying to sound casual, though the hopeful tone
in her voice gave her away.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to change the Devil's mind. He smirked. "Oh, not
a chance." He patted Cuphead on the back, clearly amused—then paused. A
puzzled look crossed his face. He patted him again.
No electric shock. No magical resistance. Nothing.
A realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Iris's stomach dropped. Oh no... the jig is up.
The Devil's eyes widened in shock as he pointed at Cuphead. "You're not
wearing the sweater!"
Cuphead's smile faltered. He tried to play it off. "Uh… am too!"
The Devil began to snicker as he stepped closer, claws twitching with
anticipation. "Are not…" he hissed, reaching forward. His claw hovered near
Cuphead's chest, slowly beginning to pull the soul from his body.
Thinking fast, Iris ripped the necklace from around her own neck and flung it
toward Cuphead. The instant it landed around his neck—ZAP! A burst of
protective magic surged out, blasting the Devil back with a sharp jolt.
Startled, Cuphead looked down to see the necklace now glowing around his
neck. "Iris! What are you doing?!" His wide eyes locked onto hers, stunned.
"I'm not letting him take your soul!" she said fiercely.
Before Cuphead could react, a rope of dark magic lashed out, wrapping around
Iris and pulling her toward the Devil, who had regained his footing and
composure.
Then the Devil used his magic to seize Iris, trapping her in a magical hold before
she could react. She was yanked away from Cuphead, who desperately tried to
hold onto her hands—but her fingers slipped from his grasp, and she was pulled
from his reach.
Dragged toward the Devil, Iris glared at him, struggling against the magic. The
Devil gave a dark laugh and grinned triumphantly.
"I may not get that cup's soul today," he sneered, "but since you gave him your
necklace… at least I get my bride. So today won't be a total loss."
"Hey! Let her go!" Cuphead shouted. "Or I'll—!"
The Devil scoffed. "Or what? You have her necklace, and neither of you has that
invisible sweater to stop me. So this time… she's coming with me."
But then, a voice rang out—
"You're right, Devil. They're not wearing the sweater…"
Out of nowhere, Mugman appeared—soaring high into the air with the sweater in
hand.
"You are!" he shouted, landing directly on the Devil and yanking the sweater
down over his head.
In an instant, a surge of magical electricity exploded from the sweater, zapping
the Devil violently. Iris was released from the magical grip and quickly ran back to
Cuphead and Mugman. Cuphead smiled in relief and returned her necklace.
The trio stood together, watching as the Devil screamed in pain, sparks flying, his
body twitching with magical energy from the enchanted sweater.
The buzz of magic filled the air, drowning out his cries.
The three friends watched as the Devil continues to cry out in pain from the
magical shock from the sweater. After a moment, Cuphead's attention shifted,
and his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Oh! Eh? Eh?" Cuphead grinned, pointing toward the ride.
Iris and Mugman followed his gaze and grinned as well. Without missing a beat,
the three of them ran toward the ride, jumping into the seats as the Devil
continued to endure the magic shock from the sweater.
Later, back in the Underworld, the Devil sat slumped on his throne, clearly
irritated but trying to maintain his composure.
"Well, that went just as I planned," he said to himself, wincing as his wounds
were treated by Henchmen. Henchman carefully applied medicine to the Devil's
injuries.
"Yow!" The Devil flinched.
"Uh, sorry, boss," the henchman apologized.
The Devil sighed heavily, leaning back into his throne. "And where is the sweater
now?"
"It's hidden away... in an undisclosed location." The henchman whispered.
"Thank you, Henchman." The Devil gave a small smile, pleased with the answer.
"Perfect."
He sat up straighter, his confidence returning. "Without the sweater, I can just go
and take that cup's soul any time I want!"
"That's great, boss," the henchman replied. "But what about Iris? She still has her
necklace."
The Devil paused, narrowing his eyes. "True, Henchman. But I'm sure one of
these days Iris will somehow not have her necklace, or I'll find a way to get it off
of her... Then Iris will be mine too."
The Devil grinned evilly. "It's only a matter of time…"
Suddenly, he winced again, clutching his chest.
"Yow!" he squealed.
"Uh, sorry, boss," the henchman said, startled by the Devil's pain.
The Devil whimpers in both pain and frustration, knowing it will take some time to
heal before he can attempt to claim his bride, Iris, and the cup's soul.
Back at the pier, Cuphead grinned, looking around at the fun they had just had.
"Wow! What a great day!" Cuphead said, still feeling the rush from the ride.
Mugman crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Except I'm pretty sure the
Devil's angrier than ever."
Iris added, "And now you don't have the sweater anymore."
Mugman nodded. "The only thing that would've stopped him from getting your
soul."
Cuphead shrugged, trying to stay upbeat. "True. But hey, at least I got the best
brother and best friend in the world looking out for me."
He grinned wider. "Really makes me feel so much less exposed."
As they walked back home after a long crazy day, Iris giggled quietly to herself.
Her two friends were chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that
they were still wearing nothing but their boxers and shoes.
Shaking her head in amusement, Iris pulled out her wand without them noticing.
With a small flick and a shimmer of magic, their clothes reappeared on them as if
they had never been missing.
"Much better," she whispered to herself with a smirk, slipping the wand back into
her pocket as the boys continued walking, still none the wiser.