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Not too long before those two Sippy Boyos, Cuphead and Mugman, heroically committed their heroic acts of heroism, the Blind Kawaii Specter just up and waltzed into the Devil’s Casino like he owned the place.

Inside, the little blue wisp actually managed to win something decent at the Slots! “Hi-De-Ho, Hot Diggity Damn!!” exclaimed the cube-headed, super-gay manager, King Dice. “That kiddo ain’t even alive and he’s straight-up beatin’ the system...!”

“... Nice streak kiddo,” a new, even gayer voice spoke up. Specter could hardly believe his eyesocket, it was THE Satan! Like, the Devil Himself! Ol’ Scratch, Mr S, The Big D, the list goes on and on! He even owned the casino, for those unaware. I’m definitely one of those people. Me. The narrator. What am I even doing with my life...?

“Win this roll and I’ll set ya for life!” Satin growled in that gayass voice that had long replaced the extremely heterosexual voice that could make angles cry. “But if you fuck up even once... I’ll solidify that soul of yours and crunch it up like crispy chips of the apparition variety!! Deal, or No Deal...?”

Specter, blinded (he wasn’t before, that’s just his name) by easy swaggalicious earnings, nodded excitedly and grabbed the manager’s two children for a throw, hilariously unaware of how much of a Cheaty McCheapskate the Prince of Darkness is.

... Long story short, he didn’t win.

“... FOR FUCK’S SAKE SPECTER!!! WHAT THE FRIGGITY-FRACK WOULD YOU EVEN GAIN FROM BETTING YOUR HONEST-TO-CHALICE SOUL TO THE DEVIL HIMSELF!?!?!?!?!?” screeched T-Bone.

“... All the loot in his hellhole of an establishment...” was the Blind, Kawaii, now Soulless Specter’s half-hearted reply.

“... Welp. Guess I gotta go beat the shit outta some cube guy now,” T-Bone sighed before heading down to the casino alone to settle the score.

...

The casino’s golden doors burst open. And then appeared a very pissed-off-looking skeleton. I mean like, really, really, REALLY fucking pissed.

“WHO IS THE MANAGER HERE...!?!?!?”

Mr Gay Dice stepped over to Angry Bones, saying, “That would be me, sir.”

“Where is the Devil? He stole my baby’s soul!”

“Oh, ’zat all~? Y’know, I could easily fix this lil’ pickle o’ yours real mighty quick~”

Now this definitely got T-Bone’s attention. “Oh...? Can you now...?”

Dice nodded and appeared a mysterious contract from literally nowhere. “Just sign here and everythin’ll all go back to normal real quick~”

Even though King Dice was very obviously sus, T-Bone signed the soul contract without hesitation!

“Yeah so...” Specter mumbled after the two realized their mistake.

“... maybe let’s not tell the Blaze Brothers and the Head that the Devil is owed our eternal souls...” T-Bone muttered.

... Yep, they’re fucked.