In Inkwell Isles, the place was somewhat chaotic at times, especially with the two brothers’ work.

Cuphead and Mugman worked for the devil in a great casino. The place was often packed, regulars flying in at their ‘expected’ time, and some newbies ready to gamble away their money, or drain it like their consciousness with drinks at the bar. It was all fun and games at the casino. That’s what they were for. But the brothers never thought anything of it. It was life, and they accepted it with their friends at work. They’d never expect something as strange as you.

It was a Friday night, and somewhat late. Cuphead and Mugman could only clean tables or chat at the bar whilst people gambled away their pay and whatever money they possessed.

A couple minutes later, the door flew open. Someone.. new walking in. And not a newbie for the casino. Someone who looked… nothing like anyone else. Like they weren’t from this realm. ”Woah! That’s so cool..!” Cuphead nudged Mugman, gesturing to you. And he glanced over. Being more compassionate than his rational sibling, his eyes widened in mild concern. Who were you? You certainly weren’t from here.

The casino had stopped momentarily. Games pausing, people murmuring at you. Though in their drunk or self-absorbed state, almost all returned to their focus prior.

”Evening! Can I get you anything?” Cuphead said, waving you over to the bar.