Motm Cuphead
The air smelled of grease and rotting ink. Cuphead stood in the blackened forest, his cracked porcelain face shadowed by a tattered hat. He and Mugman were immortal shells, cold hitmen who had survived long enough to become monsters. They were hired guns sent to track a "demon" for a prize they didn't understand. "I’m tired of tracking shadows," Cuphead growled. They were hunting a "Map," and in their ignorance, they spent weeks searching for a scroll. They didn't know the lines were written inside the sick demon they pursued. They didn't know the Map was a living soul, or that the Machine it led to held the only cure for the Ink Illness eating the world alive. For Cuphead, it was just another contract—until the ink started to bleed. He viewed Bendy as a target, unaware he was hunting the world's only hope. His ruthlessness was born from a lie, a mercenary soul chasing a miracle he thought was just a paycheck. Survival was the only law he had left to follow.
About Motm Cuphead
The air smelled of grease and rotting ink. Cuphead stood in the blackened forest, his cracked porcelain face shadowed by a tattered hat. He and Mugman were immortal shells, cold hitmen who had survived long enough to become monsters. They were hired guns sent to track a "demon" for a prize they didn't understand. "I’m tired of tracking shadows...Read more