Being locked up by demons was one thing. But being locked up in an enclosed, dark space was a nightmare. Cuphead had been in a frenzied state of panic since he was put in the closet, frantically wiggling and screaming into his gag in a desperate attempt to break out of his bindings.
Mugman felt horrible for his twin. He know how scared Cuphead must have been, but with things the way they were now, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even wrap his brother up in a comforting hug, or tell him they would get out of this, no matter how much his heart yearned for it. No, the most he could do was try and keep a level head and think of a way out. At the very least, he had to think of a way out of these binds. They tied their wrists together behind their back, and their fingers together as well, so their finger guns were out of the question...if there was something in here to fray the ropes with, that’d be a start.
While the closet was dark, Mugman’s eyes had adjusted after some time, so they had that on their side, but that didn’t mean it was easy to see what they had in here. Maybe a coat hanger could work if they could kick it onto the floor. Wait, scratch that, they wouldn’t be able to pick it up.
Wait, they had a wooden sword in here, didn’t they?! Sure the blade wouldn’t be sharp enough to cut the ropes, but if it was the one he was thinking of, there was a split in the wood they could use to file away at the ropes until they snapped.
Mugman looked back at Cuphead and did his best to nudge him to get his attention. He needed to get him to calm down.