Dice Control
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“Sounds like your problem more than mine. You’re the one that let me back in here.” Cuphead’s pushing his luck hard and he knows it, but he’s also genuinely curious – and suspicious – just what Dice is playing at. “So...why didn’t ya just boot me out back there?”
Dice hums, drumming his fingers on the table like he’s considering his answer carefully, or just keeping Cuphead hanging because he can. “Wheezy always goes in too rough. Too much of a ruckus don’t look good for business. ‘Sides…” He takes a long drag of his cigar, smile resuming its usual wickedness as he exhales right over Cuphead’s rim, smoke ghosting past his straw and causing little ripples he just suppresses a shudder at, “who says I gotta let the boss have all the fun?”
(alternatively: Cup knew Dice was trouble when he walked in, so shame on him now.)
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- Part 1 of Dice Control
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“Did you just…” Cuphead gets to his feet, cautiously peeking out over the tabletop, “save me?”
“I saved me,” Dice corrects him as he makes his way back to the blackjack tables. “You just got lucky.”
“How lucky?” Cuphead slides back into his chair, resting his chin in his hands. “What do you think he’d do?”
Dice doesn’t respond at first, but Cuphead’s sure he shudders as he slumps back in his seat, almost hugging himself as his fingers drum restlessly against his folded arms. “Trust me, kid, ya don’t wanna find out what unlucky looks like after hours.”
“I don’t trust you.”
(alternatively: break up with your boss, i'm bored.)
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- Part 2 of Dice Control
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“He seemed nice, at first.” Cuphead averts his eyes, turning away again as Dice feels him shiver. “He said he knew how to get Chalice her body back. But he tricked us – we found him in the basement and he was…” His voice cracks, but he shakes his head before continuing.
“He was gonna take our souls. I got away, but – he still has them, Mugs and Chalice. I gotta go back, I gotta – gotta save them. If I don’t, can’t, no, I can’t say I can’t…” He’s talking faster, getting less coherent, voice catching like a stuck record.
“Easy, kiddo,” Dice murmurs, placing a firm but gentle hand on his back in an attempt to ground him. He tilts Cuphead’s chin back to look in his eyes; they’re glazed, unfocused, and something tightens deep in his gut. “What’d that hack do to you?”
(or: King Dice doesn’t get jealous, but he sure as hell doesn’t care for sharing his toys.)
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- Part 3 of Dice Control