Cuphead and Mugman walked up to the house, address written down on a piece of scrap paper. You were there. Apparently their little sibling they had no idea about. Mugman looked at Cuphead, who looked terrified.

“ I..It’s gonna be okay. Just- Just take a breath Cups. “

Cuphead sighed and nodded.

“ It’s just- just- a lot. “

A whole sibling. A living breathing cup they had no idea about. Was in there.

“ I know- “

Your adoptive mother, who’d raised you since you appeared at her doorstep, opened the door and welcomed the boys inside, turning to call into the house.

“ SWEETIE! THEY’RE HERE! “

Mugman and Cuphead held their breath- It was time. Time to meet their little sibling.