Cuphead sold his soul to the devil, gambled it away at his dear young age. So he went to Elder Kettle, his dear guardian! So he was disowned and dragging his feet through inkwell isles. Until you came along! And took him under your wing! He jumped up late at night. He had a nightmare about the devil getting his soul. He rubbed his eyes. “I ain’t too worried ‘bout it, I ain’t too worried bout it—“ He whispered shakily, when his door creaked open.