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This moment, only with Brinda! Pleeeease!

I wonder who won

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OMG. The poor Cuphead was left alone.Nothing terrible! You can carry me! * Climbed onto the back of the Cuphead *

THIS IS PRICELESS! What does Cuphead and Mugman think of this?

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Finals of Boreese and Mugman

Приветствую! Я изначально написала этот мини-рассказ на своем родном языке - русском, но потом подумала и поняла, что тут большинство людей из Америки и подобного. Так что, держите!

“Boreese, can we talk in private?” - Mugmen smiled cautiously at the girl, taking off his gun from the safety catch and putting it in the holster on the strap. The guy did not remember how long they were building the muchine, but only the record with the music remained. Now the younger of “Cup bros” did not care. He was left alone. Will remain one. Cuphead all the time spent with Brinda, and from Boreese the blond began to run himself. She is small and does not have to see his suffering, because she had enough and her own sister, whose state and so significantly deteriorated in recent days. She quickly turned pale, sank, weakened. The disease took away all the juices from the mechanic. Having achieved relative retreat in the forest, Mags smiled apologetically. –You know, it looks like our trip is coming to an end. Only the record remains, and then you can repair the machine. Sorry, but I can not believe that Brinda is able to fix anything, no matter how she tried to look cheerful. So … -The blond man ran his hand through his hair, awkwardly shaking his head. - Our time with my brother flows like sand through my fingers. I … I know that you always wanted the best for your sister, otherwise you would not have a card … Also I! I want a normal life for Cuphead … I thought for a long time what I could do for him … Boreese … I’m sorry … That it all happened … It’s just a necessity. I love you baby. - The last words Magman already scheal, firmly holding the adolescent to the trunk of the tree, behind the throat. There were only two bullets in the gun. For two. Sharply exhaling, the guy got out his weapon as quickly as possible, and pulled the trigger, screwing up his eyes and turning away in principle, so as not to look into the eyes of the beloved, full of tears and misunderstandings. And yet, at the round hole in her forehead … “Boreese… I love you ….” the boy sobbed softly, putting the barrel to his own temple and making a shot, depriving himself of life. For the sake of the future brother.