Cuphead Kissing Mugman Novels & Stories

Dangerous combo. The drive was short—three blocks to a place called The Frosty Mug that looked like it had been decorated by a Christmas elf with commitment issues. Twinkly lights everywhere. Inside, it was warm chaos: hockey posters on the walls, a jukebox playing old rock, and the smell of cinnamon and melted marshmallows that made my stomach forgive Minnesota for existing. Knox waved at the barista like they were old friends. “Two specials, extra whipped cream, and don’t skimp on the chocolate shavings, Lila.”

I traced my lips with my tongue a huff under my breath was all I could muster in response to the silly merman, an image of him grinding metal gun parts with his teeth and a look of pure disgust on his face materialized and I snorted “This one is fake…” I picked up the toy gun, it was light “..and you still can’t eat it” I added the last part after a second thought. He pouted and I rubbed his head to pacify him, a habit I have picked up “Come on, let’s play” I gave the booth handler money from my spare wallet knowing that Caius had taken the other one. He was a weaselly-looking man with brown, shaggy hair and a crooked nose. It looked broken

I smile, he’s right…. Manuel passed me a gift bag, inside is a statue of two wolves sat proud and strong, the smaller wolf leant against the bigger wolf ….. our wolves….. Knight and Sky…. It was gorgeous…. It even had the tones of the fur right and the shades of their eyes…… I look to him, I know there are tears in my eyes. “I had it made for you guys, I hope you like it.” Manuel smiles. Knox gives him a big hug “Bro it’s beautiful, you can immediately tell who they are. I love it. And you know our girl does too, you made her cry dude” he smiles.

I smile at him "Will try not to." He pecks me for the last time and l watch them leave in my very happy mood but this stomach flu was getting in the way.Suddenly my attention was drawn to the sudden flash that came my way which turned to look for /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

My arms wrap around myself and I force a smile right back at him. “I made cinnamon milk -“ he gets up and brings me one of the mugs. “I thought it would pair well with your gingerbread cookies.” He hands me the mug and I take it from him. Is this Killian? Or some alien? Maybe a clone? Did it have a belly button?!

he shot back, smirking. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips. These little exchanges felt like air after being underwater. The kettle clicked, and he poured water into two mismatched mugs. One had a faded cartoon character on it, the other a crack along the handle that he’d glued back together. Not perfect, but real. “Toast?” he asked. “Sure.”

Eyes widening with horror, as they shuffle to the side to try and cover the mug they have already made. I step easily around them, they aren’t game to touch me to stop me, and I pick up the finished mug, it has a wolf on it and I read the slogan out loud with a giggle. “’In my defence the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.’ It’s clever, are you both horror fans?” “Ah… it’s a just a joke…” James starts but is cut off the sound of the timer buzzing for the other mug still in the heating press.

Kieran was pointing at the mug in his hand, laughing so hard he had to lean back in his chair. “Jesus, Adrian,” he said. “What the hell is that? Did you drag it out of a kindergarten art sale?” I followed his gaze. It was a cream-colored ceramic mug, slightly uneven in shape, with the glaze thicker on one side than the other. Near the handle, there was a tiny painted crescent moon with two little stars beside it. Supposed to be, anyway. From a distance, it looked more like a crooked yellow smudge. Heat rushed straight to my face.

‎I drag him to more games. ‎He wins me another stuffed animal—a giant panda this time. ‎I hug it. ‎He glares at the attendant who compliments me. ‎Again. ‎We eat more corndogs. ‎Share another funnel cake. ‎He makes a face at the sugar. ‎I feed him a bite. ‎He grumbles. ‎But eats it. ‎We ride the bumper cars. ‎He’s ruthless. ‎I ram him repeatedly. ‎He laughs—real, deep laughter that makes my stomach flip.