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[Cuphead|Casino!Cuphead x Abused!Child Reader] Arms

[Hey, hey, hey. It's me... This one is dedicated to the gorgeous LightningWolf49! I'm super, super, super sorry that this took so long, I've had a lot on my plate lately, lol. I really hope you enjoy it!]

Written: Wednesday, 7th April 2021

Snores echoed from the living room, blending with the sounds of ultraviolence from the TV. On the other side of the house, a child sprung from their bed, landing muffled by socks that went over her knees. Quiet as a mouse, she dug her backpack out of the wardrobe.

The snoring stopped.

Y/n waited with bated breath, standing on the balls of her feet, primed to dive back under the covers. The sound returned and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief, not bothering to change out of her old flannelette pyjamas as she jiggled the flimsy lock on her window. It was a two story drop to the grass below, but if she could make the jump to the tree that assaulted her window on a nightly basis, she could climb down. Gathering her favourite plush toy into the bag alongside her already packed necessities, she hooked it over her shoulders and popped the window open, creeping onto the ledge.

She readied herself, closing her eyes as she threw her body towards the outstretched branch, bruises screaming as she landed stomach first, a quiet groan slipping over her lips. She was almost free, she just had to make it past the kitchen window, and she'd be gone.

She shimmied down the tree, feet thrashing to gain a grip on the bark as rain started to soak her tiny form. A muffled gasp tore itself from her chest when her hands failed, and she tumbled to the floor, blood pouring from the lip she'd had jammed between her rather sharp teeth.

The hammering rain muffled her movements as she crawled under the window illuminating the hopelessly tall grass of her yard, her now rotten cubby house producing a dull glint in the downpour. The back gate had been jammed shut for years, as long as they'd lived in the house, maybe earlier, so Y/n put her weeks of practice to good use, scaling it in four steps, and not breaking her ankle landing on the other side. She tucked her head to her chest, taking dive into the soaking grass, forearms screaming in pain as she came to a grinding halt on the curb.

Lying flat on her stomach in the darkness of the street, she finally realized how small she was. Their broken home was miles from anything, not even worthy of streetlights. The only other building in sight, her only hope that there was someone who would help her, was on the other side of the train tracks, lit up like a Christmas tree the day after Halloween. It was always jumping with life, even in the dead of night when the whole world had stopped besides the toads croaking in her yard, when she felt so totally alone and out of place. When the only noises she could hear were her own quiet sobs and her heart beating so hard that it made her feel sick.

The adrenaline was wearing off, making her aware of the huge cut on her leg, pyjama pants torn around it. The wind and rain hurt it, hurt her, but she stood up and started to walk, head turned to the pavement, rain beating down on her tiny figure, without even the moon to light her way.

Hours later, she collapsed at the shining gold door of the distant building, stomach growling as the sounds of smooth jazz enveloped her, filling her with warmth, despite the wet state she was in. Taking off her mud-caked socks, she wrung out her pyjamas as best she could before stepping inside, shivering overtaking every limb.

Her head began to pound, muscles getting sluggish, no one noticing as she stumbled to a quiet corner and curled up, trying not to disturb the fresh cut on her leg, her blood joining the stains on the carpet in her wake. The wall was hard, and more than a little uncomfortable, but she sat, eyes almost immediately sliding shut.