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The Episode ‘Roadkill’ except it’s in the Welcome Back to the Casino AU Part IV

For @flufflepops

Being laughed at by a couple of children, at first the Devil was embarrassed, her cheeks, bridge of her nose and tips of her ears turning a dark shade of pink.

Though soon after, she snapped.

Growling and sharpening her claws, the Devil pounced. Though, the girls got out of the way just in time. But the Devil didn’t stop there, instead chased the two girls around the room- Scratching up the curtains, breaking things; all in an effort to catch them.

Right on their tails, the Devil would’ve caught them if she hadn’t gotten hit over the head with a broom.

“Bad! Bad kitty!” Elder Kettle scolded her as the Devil massaged her head where she was hit.

“HIIIIIIISS!”

Not listening to the Kettle’s demands, she went to pounce once more-

Until Mugma’am pulled a yarn ball out of seemingly nowhere.

Mystified by it, the Devil stopped with a screeching husky. She blinked up at it with her big, yellow eyes.

“Meow?”

“You want the yarn ball?” Cuphead took it from Mugma’am. “Then go get it!” She tossed it across the room, the demon chasing after it.

“I’m sorry girls, he wasn’t acting like that before!” Elder Kettle shook her head.

“She’s kinda cute, you gotta admit.” Cuphead chuckled as the three of them watched the Devil roll around the ball of yarn.

“Where’d you get that… Uh… Thing…?” Mugma’am asked.

“Oh, I ran the poor thing over. So I took him in. He was acting fine before, you must’ve just startled him.” Elder Kettle sighed. “I need to clean up that broken lamp.”

“Uh… Elder Kettle, what do you think that is?” Cuphead pointed towards the Devil.

“He’s a cat of course!”

The girls looked to each other, both noticing that the woman didn’t have her glasses on.

“That ain’t a cat.” Cuphead shook her head.

“Now girls, I may not be able to find my glasses, but I know a cat when I see one.” Elder Kettle placed a hand on her hip before heading to get the dust pan.

The door opened, the girls turning their attention to it.

“Heya fellas!” Chalice stood in the doorway. “There’s a double double feature playin at the Inkwell Theatre, you Ding-Dongs wanna go?”

“Hey, whaddya know, our lie came true!”

“Last one there buys the popcorn!”

The sisters ran to catch up with Chalice, Mugma’am stopping in the doorway and pulling Cuphead back by the collar.

“Wait, we can’t just leave Elder Kettle alone here with the Devil!” Mugs whispered.

“Hey Kettle! Why don’t you come with us to see the picture show?!” Cuphead called out to the woman.

“No, no, you girls run along.” Elder Kettle stopped halfway through cleaning up the broken glass. “I’ve gotta stay here and deal with this naughty thing.” She glared over at the Devil, still enjoying the ball of yarn.

“Meow!”

Exchanging glances, the girls shrugged and went on with their day. After all, if the Devil was out to hurt Elder Kettle, she would’ve definitely done so by now.

“Now then, mister!” Elder Kettle finished cleaning and loomed over the Devil, scowling her. “You’re in hot water now!”

“Meow…?”

The woman pursed her lips before sighing. Elder Kettle smiled, scratching the demon’s chin.

“I just can’t stay mad at you, Mr. Meow-Meow.” The Devil purred at her touch. “Now you just wait right there, I’m going to whip up a special treat for you!~”

The Devil blinked, her tail twitching as she looked at the yarn ball she had been playing with rather than getting that bratty girl’s soul.

“What am I doing?! Pretending to be a cat?” She tossed the yarn ball as if it were poison. “I’m the Devil! Ugh!” She ripped off the pink ribbon, throwing it to the ground and kicking it. “Forget the girl’s soul! Any soul will do! I just need one soul!”

Her ear twitched at the sound of pots and pans and the old lady humming a tune. An evil giggle came from the Devil as she came up with a new plan.

“I’ll just get that old woman’s soul. This’ll be too easy!”

Sneaking into the kitchen and ready to strike and take Elder Kettle’s soul for herself, her heeled footsteps caught the old lady’s attention. Falling down on all fours just in time as the Kettle turned around- As if she was still pretending to be a cat. Looking around, the woman’s eyes fell on the Devil.

“I wuv you Mr. Meow-Meow~!” The woman turned back to the stove.

Feeling just a spark of empathy, the demon sneaked back out of the room. Once out of eye shot, she stood up, leaning against the wall.

“I can’t do it.” She drooped her ears, groaning. She slicked her hair back, just for her bangs to fall back over her eyes. “She was so kind to me, it isn’t warranted. I’ll just have to get someone else’s soul.”

She marched to the door, swinging it open. Only to be stopped by a short woman about to knock on the door.

“Oh- Pretty lady- Uhm- Hello! I’m selling brushes door to door! Interested?” She asked.

The Devil blinked, her answer right in front of her.

“Sure!” Her lips formed into a sinister smile. “But first you seem like a gambling freak to me. How about a friendly little game of tick-tack-toe?”

“Ooo! Tick-Tack-Toe! Yay!” The woman heedlessly followed the Devil wherever she was heading to.

Back in the cottage, Elder Kettle finished up her little treat she made for her cat.

“Here Kitty, Kitty!” She called out, finding the living room empty. “Mr. Meow-Meow?” Noticing the door was left open, she dropped the dish, collapsing into her seat. “He’s gone…? Now everyone’s gone and left Old Elder Kettle alone...”

Her gaze fell to the ground, finally noticing her glasses on their chain. Hearing footsteps and seeing a familiar shadow, she slipped on her glasses hopefully.

“Mr. Meow-Meow?”

Her eyes adjusting, she only saw the goat on the doorway. Frowning and riding her eyebrows, her and the host exchanged glances.

🧶 🧶 🧶

Checking her watch, Stickler sighed, as there was only a little less than a half an hour left before everything was permanently sealed. Walking down the rest of the steps with a soul, the Devil went straight to the other demon, shoving the soul in her mouth.

“There’s your soul. Happy now?”

“Quota satisfied.”

Though nothing happened. Angrily, the Devil frowned down at Stickler, the imp barely reacting.

“I said,” Stickler cleared her throat, turning to the Devil’s throne. “Quota Satisfied!”

The Devil herself turned to her throne, which happened to be un-bubbled. Anger struck her as she saw Asmodeus sitting at her throne, filing her nails.

“Quota satisfied!” Stickler snapped, finally getting the Sin’s attention.

“I heard you the first time!” Asmodeus snapped her fingers, the bubbles popping.

Henchwoman, asleep in her own bubble, awoke when she suddenly started falling, the Devil catching her.

“D’aww! Thanks Boss!”

“Did you get more donuts?!” The Devil’s tail wagged.

“Duh…” Henchwoman looked around nervously. “I was in the bubble.”

Her smile vanishing, the Devil dropped the imp and marched to her throne, looming over Asmodeus, still filing her nails. Catching her attention, the sin smirked.

“Hey there Luci, baby, have you lost weight?~”

“GET OFF MY THRONE!”

“Alright girly.” Asmodeus stood up from the throne. “You still single? Cuz you know I- “

“GET OUT!”

“Alright, sheesh.” Asmodeus walked off, winking at Stickler as she walked past. “Call me~” She whispered.

“I’d rather not.” Stickler was busy helping Henchwoman up from the ground.

Asmodeus huffed, heading to the elevator.

The Devil sat at her throne, sighing after a long day.

“Alright, you to, get out. I have very important things to attend to.”

Henchwoman and Stickler looked at each other shrugging, but doing as they were told. The Devil followed the two out with only her gaze. Setting her trident aside, she looked around before taking a yarn ball out from behind her back. She then began playing with the yarn, while giggling to herself.

🫧 🫧 🫧

Elder Kettle sat in her chair, half asleep while listening to her radio. She sleepily pet the goat that was atop of her lap. She sighed happily, sleep slowly claiming her for the evening.

🐐 🐐 🐐

Queen Dice stared out into the setting sun, slowly starting fall asleep. She accepted her fate of staying in this indestructible bubble. It wasn’t exactly an uncomfortable situation, it was roomy. It apparently was able to give her enough oxygen to breathe.

Since she lost everything, she might as well just stay in the bubble for the rest of her life-

The bubble popped, immediately dropping Dice out of the sky. With no idea of how far she was up in the air, it wouldn’t be a soft landing.

Landing face first, she felt the concrete crack below her. Or maybe it was her face. Both. Probably both.

How she survived the fell was beyond her, but a miracle.

Though she did survive it… It still hurt.

Making a sound between a groan and a cry, she stayed with her face in the concrete for a bit, unwilling- and possibly unable- to move.

“This is just peachy.”

THE END