Teen pupcup AU / sorta based on what happened to the cupbros in MOTM but it’s altered a bit and mainly centered on childhood pupcup. (Characters belong to Flyguts and nortsauce)
It was the last day of school, and Boris was excited, excited to get his final grade report and finally leave school. This year was so boring and slow, but now with summer just a bell away, he could spend time with his only friend other than his brother, Cuphead.
His tail wagged quickly, his eyes on the clock as every minute passed, and with every minute gone, is when the hour was closer to finishing.
Finally, the bell rang, and Boris quickly grabbed his bag, and was the first to rush out the door. He let his legs guide him through the packed hallways, he never really participated in P.E often, but right now, he was running to reach his homeroom, get his report, and leave.
He reached the room, looked over the teachers desk, snatched his report and quickly ran out, he kept on running, even when he left the building, he was rushing to reach his escape, not a place or thing that brought him comfort, but a person. Someone who made getting up worth it.
He ran all through town, down the dirt path, and up to the gate where Cuphead’s home was. His tongue hung out his mouth as he panted, trying to gather his thoughts, his breath and his sense.
“Cuphead!” He called out, hoping that the Cup was here. There was no reply, but, before he could open the gate, he felt someone tug him backward, by his tail. It had brought out a whine of pain from his mouth, he didn’t immediately snarl, assuming it had been Cuphead, maybe he snuck up on him, but instead, he turned around and faced another porcelain that wasn’t exactly Cuphead..but they almost looked alike. He was just..Blue. And a mug.
“..Hello?” Boris said quietly, and the blue porcelain boy onky fixed his backpack over his shoulder. Maybe they went to the same school, Cuphead mentioned having a brother who also went to Boris’s school.
“Afternoon.” Mugman said, looking at Boris with a slightly judge mental look on his face, as if he was suspicious of the wolf.
“what are you doing Here, and how do you know my brothers name?” The boy asked, his hand reaching up to fix his glasses correctly against his face.
“I uh..I’m His friend..” Boris said, his face holding a look of nervousness and awkwardness already. He held his hand out to shake his hand, thats how you introduce yourself right?…
However Mugs wasn’t having it. He only stared at Boris’s outheld hand and looked back up at him.
“I’m Mugman, and who are you?” Mugs asked as he raised an eyebrow at him, the boy was cautious of strangers, people that could be a bad influence to his brother..even if his brother was already a loose cannon, he didn’t want him to be around people who could potentially be snakes, or even another loose cannon who could get him in trouble.
“Im Boris,” Boris answered as he slowly moved his hand down, figuring it’s no use to keep it held out if he wasn’t gonna shake his hand. When he opened his mouth to speak, maybe ask a question, he was silenced before he could make a sound.
“I don’t know who you are, but I know my brother likes you. And if you hurt my brother, I promise I’ll give you a piece of my mind.” Mugman said, his suspicion and threat was almost comical, but his attitude was definitely judge mental. He got that a lot, being a big wolf for his age and all.
He only nodded, and watched Mugman open the gate and walk past him, not bothering to let him inside. And at this point, Boris was bothered, annoyed and frustrated. He ran all this way to just get some lame threat. He began to walk down the dirt path, but when he felt another tug on his tail, his ears struck up and he looked over his shoulder, baring his teeth and letting out a snarl, but his demeanor quickly changed when he realized it wasn’t the mug, it was Cuphead. A now slightly frightened but intrigued one.
“Sorry,” the wolf mumbled as he turned around to face him completely. “I thought you were..someone else.” Boris lookrd down at his feet, before looking back at Cuphead to meet his gaze.
“Schools finished,” Boris said with a small smile, and Cupheads eyes widened, a excited look forming on his face as he reaches for the wolfs hand and pulled him forward, running ahead of him already.
“Well come on then, I already had this idea in mind for your last day!”
And for some time they ran, even when it felt like their legs were going to give out, their chests ached and their lungs burned. They didn’t run back to town, but Cuphead had guided Boris through yards of trees, until they were in an open field of talk grass, the sun was nearing to set.
“Come on, theres a patch of grass uphill thats a bit more shorter.” Cuphead said as he began to walk uphill, meanwhile Boris trailed far behind him, his chest heaving as he tried to not pass out from running so much today. Once they reached the patch of shorter grass, is where he took a seat on the ground, right next to Cuphead. They both sat there in silence, not trying to say another word, not because they didn’t wanna talk, but because they both were still trying to catch their own breaths. Besides, the sound of each others breath comforted themselves, it was proof that they were alive, in the moment, living, and that they were together.
Once Boris had calmed down, he reached for his grade report inside his bag. He looked over each grade for each subject, and everything seemed fine…
Till it reached English. He wasn’t bad at English, he just didn’t understand the dang old hags way of teaching. His ears pinned back as he grew frustrated at the sight of a bold C staring back at him.
“Whats wrong?” Cuphead asked as he noticed his sour expression.
“Bad grade is all..I’ll probably get in trouble with the nuns at the orphanage..My teacher don’t got a clue of what she was talking about..” Boris scoffed as he shoved the report back into his bag.
“I ain’t dumb, but They always make me feel as if I am.”
“You’re real smart to me, I mean, you’re good at math, and know a whole lot about cars.” Cuphead mumbled, and Boris’s ears picked back up, his head turning to his left to face the cup.
“It’s a letter, big deal, don’t change how I see you, nor do it change what you’re worth.” Cuphead said, his eyes tracing over the shape of the sun as it set beyond the horizon, he looked over at Boris, momentarily only, but felt flustered to only realize Boris was already looking at him, so he looked back forward.
“Well what do I know..I don’t go to school anyway.” Cuphead mumbled in slight embarrassment.
“Whatever, i ain’t too worried about it.”
“I could teach you,”
“What?”
“I could teach you, how to Read and write. Those are real important skills to have my teacher said,” Boris spoke. A smile slowly forming on his face as he watched Cuphead face him again, his bright red colored eyes staring back at his Hazel ones.
“You’d do that for me?” Cuphead asked with curiosity, but his expression also held the look of someone who couldn’t believe that someone else was willing to help him, even if it was one of his closest friends that offered it.
“Of course,” Boris nodded.
Then there was silence. It was dark out, already past Boris’s curfew, but here he was, here with Cuphead, instead of back at the orphanage.
Then, light appeared. Little bits of light that flickered on and off slowly, and it didn’t take long before he realized..there was fireflies all around them. Lighting up the area around them in their beautiful light, Boris had never seen so many before, and his tail began to gently thump against the earth beneath him.
Cuphead couldn’t help but watch, with amusement on his face, to see Boris seem so happy and mesmerized, the sight made his own heart pump a bit faster. And In that moment, Cuphead swallowed his pride and faced whatever internal obstacle held him back times before, and he scooted closer to Boris before speaking,
“Boris?” Cuphead whispered
“Yeah?” Boris replied as he faced the cup, now noticing how awfully close he got.
And thats when Cuphead slowly leaned in, a rosy color tinted his cheeks as he held the Wolfs face in his palms, and brought his face closer to his..until he finally pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Boris’s whole world stopped, and he felt as if the earths rotation had been knocked backwards, as he felt Cuphead press his lips against his fur. When the cup pulled away, Boris leaned back in and hugged him tightly, burying his face into the cups bandana that was wrapped around his neck.
“Be my best friend forever cup,” Boris mumbled, his tail wagging crazily quickly now, and nothing seemed to matter anymore, not the grades, not the judgement he received on a daily basis, not the nuns, nothing.
Cuphead was ecstatic , quiet, but ecstatic.
For the night, they talked and remained seated in that spot, watching the fireflies dance above them in the field, hand in hand. And it wasn’t long till they both fell asleep.
The next morning, as the sun rose and basked them in a warm glow, Boris sat up, rubbing his eyes as he gathered his senses…
He forgot, his curfew last night!
He quickly woke up Cuphead, he practically shook him awake as he panicked.
“I gotta go..the nuns will notice if Im not in bed..I gotta go Cuphead!” Boris whispered in a panic, and even though Cuphead was slowly waking up still and barely had any idea of what was going on, he seemed to already get the message that Boris was in trouble.
The wolf looked around before tightly hugging Cuphead again, breathing in his scent of gunpowder, tea, and a faint trace of cigarette smoke, before he pulled away and ran.
“See you tomorrow!”
Only he wouldn’t see him again tomorrow. Boris had been caught sneaking back in, and he was already seen as a troubled child by the nuns in the orphanage..so much so, that for the entire summer, they sent Boris away, but just before he went, he dropped off a letter to the mail office, a letter for Cuphead, before he was sent away to some camp far away from inkwell. A letter that begged Cuphead to write to him over the summer, even if he was gone.
For the entirety of the summer, Boris spent his time just completing chores at a more grand sized orphanage, it seemed like the nuns here were more strict and mean. They usually forced Boris to talk when he didn’t want to, trim his fur to a length that was unnatural, and to rarely even write to his brother..or Cuphead for that matter. And despite this awful torment, he still lied awake at night, thinking of Cuphead, his scent, his gap teeth, his red eyes and his crooked straw. He waited for weeks for just one letter, but the only letters he received were from his brother, Bendy.
Just a week before the final week of summer, he was returned back home in inkwell, and the moment he got off that bus, he ran down the familiar dirt path, eager to at least find Cuphead and get why he never wrote him one letter..
But when he arrived to that same familiar home..it was empty. He could tell, the fence paint was chipping, there was no light inside, and on top of that, the goat was missing..
And nearby lay a grave, marked by the name “Elder kettle” in stone.
Cupheads guardian. If he was gone..then he could get the message that Cuphead was gone too.
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this is LOW-KEY GARBAGE!!!!! Sorry I been really busy lately and on writers block low-key so I haven’t been doing much but trying to keep up with my art, writing and life. There will be a part two to this though and be sorta from Cupheads POV
okay first YOUR ART STYLE IS SO FUCKING CUTE UAHAHAGAGGAHAUAGAGAGGAGAG JUMPS THRU THE SCREEN AT U LIKE A FOXY JUMPSCARE!!! ESPECIALLY THE WAY U DRAW BENDY I'M NOT A BENDY CONNOISSEUR BUT U DRAW HIM SOOO LOVELY AND CHARMING HIS PERFORMER ENERGY REALLY SHINES AND OOOHHHHHH MY BELOVED BORIS I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS. HE'S SO CUTE I NEED TO CRUSH HIM LIKE A BUG. OUGHHH HIS NOSE HIS LITTLE BEADY EYES HIS EARS HIS TAIL HIS CUTE LITTLE TAAAIIIIILLLL DROPS TO THE FLOOR WAILING IN DESPAIRRRR I NEED TO PLUCK HIM OUT THE SCREEN AND INTO A SALAD SPINNER FOR HIS CRIMES OF TAKING OVER MY BRAIN!!!!
okay I'm done phew! if ur open to it, could u please draw pupcup baking together? boris being excellent, cuphead being COMICALLY bad at it💀 they're so sweeties I need to put them under a hydraulic press (thank you!!)
THANK YOUUU SO MUCH SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG
here's Cuphead putting on a fire show and jumpscared Boris
I haven't posted in so long and now my art style has changed. whoops!
Omg it’s been so long!! So here is Pupcup family au!! Lmao it’s just another au with Pupcup and honestly…
I LOVE HOW I DESIGNED THE KIDS I ALWAYS DREAMED OF THEM BEING TRUE!!
One look like Cuphead but has the personality of Boris and the other looking like Boris (more like uncle Mugman, you know? Genes between twins? Idk how to explain it but oh well) but has the personality of Cuphead (she’s a real troublemaker)
Bond between siblings!! AWWWWWW!!!
Jack is the oldest while Stella is the youngest of a year! They are 8 and 7! But Stella loves to be bossy and also taking care of her older brother who is very shy!! (They are too cute I’m gonna explode!!)
Dynamic between the kids and parents!!
I love to see Cuphead the kind of father who will mess around with his kids and he would mostly mess with Stella since she’s easy to tease and reacts quickly (she learned that from her uncles - Mugman and Bendy)
While with Boris, I see him more like the chill dad who is always open up to any troubles or interests you might wanna share with him! (I have daddy issues and yet I create two perfect dads damn)
I also added a little Bluey scene in it (I didn’t have time to draw) where Bluey and Bingo prefers their mom over the dad lmao!! This is Stella and Jack where they prefer Boris over Cuphead! Such as whenever Boris is being boring with lessons, Cuphead is suddenly fun to be around! But when Cuphead messes up… hopped!! Back to Boris!! lol!
Jessie just thinks that his brother and Ranger's relationship is a little too good👍
（Buzz was catching up on his sleep after he came back, and when Woody saw that he didn't want to get up, he pressed on top of him and started playing the game.）
