Chips Cuphead Novels & Stories

conversation with Chloe. "Double shot then," Chase nudges my shoulder, holding out the cup. I grab the plastic cup of 'Jungle Juice'... it smells like rubbing alcohol and sugar... and down it in one go. My throat catches, and I have to cough. The room does a slow 360-degree tilt. "Next!" I choke out, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You’re not wrong about that.” "Here, let me help you." She steps forward, raising a hand. "This thing's got a sweet spot. You gotta hit it just right." She lifts her fist and gives the machine three firm knocks. A second later, a few bags of chips tumble down into the dispenser. "There you go. Your overpriced chips." She smirks. I laugh, grabbing my snacks. "I owe you one." "Nah, consider it a public service." She leans back on her mop. "You passing through?"

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

I barely notice how firm they are, too amazed at his confession. I stare at him long enough that he chuckles nervously, probably wondering what my problem is. Scratch that. He’s definitely wondering what’s wrong with me. My eyes have adjusted to the dark long enough that I can just see his little half smile. The lights shining up from the outside of the ship add just enough of a glow that I can see the contour of his cheekbones. It’s just enough to distract me a little but I push back to the subject at hand. “You’ve never… had… a chimichanga?” I finally get my voice to work. “Deadpool? Chimichangas? Fried burritos smothered in cheese and sauces? It’s a travesty I tell you!” I declare firmly.

Carlos slapped the table, and an employee quickly brought over two sets of dice cups. "Let's start small, with two billion,” Carlos said, and tossed two billion chips onto the table. Frederick followed suit without hesitation. "Go ahead, you first," Carlos said. Frederick didn’t hesitate to pick up the dice cup and give it a casual shake before placing it on the table. Seeing his clumsy, amateurish technique, Carlos smirked with disdain. Then, Carlos picked up his own dice cup, performing an elaborate display of shaking it in the air before slamming it down on the table, brimming with confidence as he lifted the cup.

She piled some crumbs left from an ancient potato chip bag beside it. "You don't exactly have much in the way of food here," Buttercup said as she sat in a chair across from him. She had Cheetos on her plate, or the remnants of what was once Cheetos. Where did those come from? "How do you eat?" she asked. She tasted the faded orange snack as if unsure of its safety. :Rhychard's on a first name basis with the Tony's Pizza delivery man,: Kree mind-spoke.

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

The other guys get the complaints as they are led out by the girls, with Jesse in tow. Meanwhile, I collect Hunter’s diminished pile of chips into a tray and hand it to him. He takes the tray, removes a two- two-thousand-dollar chip, and places it in my palm. “Pity you could have much more than this,” he says and follows the others out. He is right, but it is more than enough for me. It’s by far my biggest tip of the night, if not ever.

“Careful, those are hot and oozing stuff out the sides.” “That means you did it right.” Chase peeked inside the bag she’d dropped on his lap. Two bundles wrapped in white parchment paper, two single-serving packages of nacho cheese Doritos and two Heath bars. When she shoved two bottles of grape soda in the beverage holders, he gave her a dubious look. “How’d you know this is exactly what I would’ve gotten?” “Lucky guess?” She twisted the top on a bottle of soda. “Or maybe there’s an index card that lists Sundance’s own PBR bull rider Chase McKay’s favorites! on the wall by the hot food section.”

Could it be, as Imperious said, that the great flood was to cleanse the world of Evergrow? Chad finally understood that dealing with only a tiny amount of Everygrow was simple. However, once Evergrow became widespread, Imperious' methods would no longer work. After understanding that principle, Chad picked up the cupping devices and studied them carefully. After thorough research, Chad found that the cupping devices had some secret technology. He discovered that each cupping device was engraved with talismans, contrary to what Imperious had said about their simplicity. The material of the cupping devices did not feel like ordinary glass; it felt more like crystal.