Cuphead and Mugman stopped suddenly playing outside, one day, as they felt tired more than usual. Elder Kettle was concerned at first, but shrugged it off: Autumn was there, maybe it was the cold days that made his grandkids tired...was it?

But the old man only grew more concerned as he saw his boys having difficulty breathing and even walking downstairs to grab a glass of water. One day Cuphead collapsed, followed shortly after by Mugman. Elder Kettle panicked definitely.

He puts them on their beds, they were struggling to breath, to keep their eyes open...it reminded him of when his dear late wife...no, it couldn't be. He shrugged it off. He called a doctor, he wandered all Inkwell Isles only to hear these words:

Dr: "I'm sorry, but i think we can't do much. It's a bad, and progressed case of...tuberculosis."

His whole world seems to fade out. Tuberculosis...? What- it couldn't be. The doctor explained him that it could start without any symptoms. If only the twins showed any symptoms before, they could've been...saved.

He was now sitting, in their bedroom, watching over them, slowly slipping away...so young, usually so cheerful and even if they made him angry sometimes, he couldn't imagine a life without them. He just couldn't...