King Dice was panting from his fight with Cuphead and Mugman. It was brutal, because King had given it his all..

He had lost a tooth in his formerly perfect teeth, a part of his Dice head was cracked, and his outfit was scratched up. His gloves were practically falling apart, and his bow tie was hanging loose from his nonexistent neck.

“No..” He whispered. His career could not end like this. If the boys did not defeat The Devil, his boss, then he would most likely fire King. If they did, then King may be called to comfort his boss after all of it. Part of him did not care, however.

He needed to get to you. His love, his sweetheart. You always knew what to do when he was drunk, tired, or even beat up from work.

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He knocked on the door. “H-honeybun..?” Murmured his unusually raspy voice. “I need your help with somethin’..” He groaned in pain. “Darlin’, please.. I hurt so badly..”

That time, you heard him from the living room.