Cuphead X Depressed!Reader
YES, I am continuing it, so don't you worry!
Cuphead stared deep into my eyes, smiling as he did so. He grabbed my hand, pulling his face closer and closer to mine.
Our lips connected. It was a long but pleasant kiss. It was not rough, nor soggy. I loved it.
As time flew, I had been non interactive, and had only been inside my room for what had felt like 15 decades or something.
Cuphead once again, balled his fists as it rapped against my door.
I sighed as I grabbed the small doorknob. My hand phased through the golden knob, I sighed.
He rung his voice across the room, trying to open up the door that barricaded him from me,
"I-I'm here."
He didn't even perk up to my voice, I sighed lightly, circling around my body.
There it stood, cuts on it's wrist. I looked down at my shoes, before seeing nothing.
"Im an angel, Cuphead. I hope you may hear this. I have to go back to hell soon."