Mugman X Cuphead Novels & Stories

A burly man with a deep scar slashing across his cheek clicked his tongue in disdain. "Too bad Romulo didn’t finish the job. That bitch is still alive." "May Romulo rest in peace," murmured one with mock solemnity, crossing himself. Silence fell. Only the crackling of the cigarette filled the air until one of them—a man with dark hair and slanted eyes—spoke in a low voice. "She heard me." Every gaze snapped to him. "What did you just say?" asked the scarred man, his voice sharp as a blade.

Three long gashes that sat diagonal over his right eye. He gave a warm smile, his teeth showing as he took away my empty glass cup and refilled it with beer. I couldn't help stare at his bald head as he worked. The light reflected off the surface from the lanterns that sat above our head. It was shiny and I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away. It wasn't until he placed the mug in front of me that I could compose my self. I grunted my thanks and passed him a few gold coins before returning my attention to Sebastion. His head had been placed where his mug had once been, distress now more evident than ever.

Well, he can go ahead and pass by a little quicker if you ask me. “Coming right up.” One business-formal jerk will not ruin my day. Nuh-uh, no way. “Chocolate powder?” I call over, sweet and polite. “Yeah,” he clips out, like this monstrous drink is so freaking obvious. The man’s eye twitches when I present him with his drink in a pale pink mug–a half deflated cappuccino, dusted with chocolate and slumping like a drunkard down the side of the cup. “What the—”

Grace said beside me . " who is the baldheaded man "I ask curiously while starring at him . " that is Jacob , he owns this place and a very big time cheat " she spat venomusly and I chuckled . 2 dice seeds were thrown into the cup and Jacob shook he cup violently then slam it on the table . "what's your count " he ask Manfred " 7 " Manfred said "what about you gunji " he ask and Gunji smirk " 3 " he said and Jacob nodded and open the cup and like predicted by Gunji it was 3 .

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.

On the way out I stop in the kitchen and grab my favourite mug, one with a unicorn on it that says ‘I wish I was a unicorn so I could stab people with my head. We all step outside and Aaron locks up my place. Darrien insists on carrying all the bags, but I continue clutching one of my pillows and keep my mug hooked over a couple of my fingers. I have to work not to swing it around, something about having it hooked over my fingers makes me want to fiddle with it. Probably because it’s just balanced perfectly, the cute pictures aren’t the only reason it’s my favourite. Darrien loads all my stuff into the back of the car and I throw the pillow into the back seat. For some weird reason I decide

So even Mutiny could kiss his winning streaks goodbye. Without putting on my helmet, I observed all my opponents. None of them seemed like the type to give me any competition. But then entered a biker dressed in a black and red suit riding on his bike with his helmet on. That person gave me an actual powerful vibe—someone who had the confidence to win this thing. This had to be Mutiny. "Are you Mutiny?" I called out. He turned his head toward me and just stared without saying anything, then he nodded.

The man scowled at her for being interrupted and the criminal smugly said, smacking his lips, “So they’re sending sexy bitches now? What you gonna do, baby? Seduce me with a striptease? I love babes in uniform.” “Give me the keys.” Her colleague warily looked at her but decided not to question her. He tossed the keys at her and she caught it, unlocking the thug’s handcuffs much to his surprise. “Woah, my hands are all num—” Megan immediately grabbed the back of his head by his hair, yanked it back till his neck strained and brutally threw her fist, slamming it hard against his jaw. The man fell down, blood spilling from his mouth as he barely registered what happened, “What the fuc—”

Immediately my time was up, I dropped the mug on the table, smiling at the cute heart I'd made on top. Tate hummed and picked up the mug, taking a sip from it. My fingers were nervously working together as he dropped it back to look at me. "Well for starters," I held my breath, already prepared for the rejection. "You make an excellent cup of espresso, Miss Munroe. And the latte art is incredible too." I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and chuckled in relief. "Yeah, I'm an artist. A painter." "An excellent one," He complimented and the applause that followed wasn't one I was expecting.

“Oh Blake! This is really amazing.” There was a mug as well, but with my name on it inscribed with gold italicized letters. By the side was a huge ass image of my head, his way of saying I had a big head even though his was the one that couldn’t pass through a grille even when greased up. “How did you even manage to get this here?”