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"Didn't we tell you this morning? You're not working today." Said King Dice, grabbing ahold of Cuphead's shoulder before he could get any further into the casino,
"What? You guys have never given me a day off before though?" He questions, however, after seeing how serious he looks about this, he decides to drop that line of questioning and begin a new one: "What am I even supposed to do?" That question causes King Dice to pause, trying to figure out something to give him to do. Eventually, against his better judgement, he spots Bendy lurking around and decides to use him as an answer.
"Why not ask Bendy? This was his idea after all," He lies, pointing directly at him. Which catches Bendy extremely off guard and makes him jump a little at being so bluntly acknowledged. "Well? Any ideas?" Don't make me regret this.
"Oh! Uhm... we could-" He stammers out, trying to think of something they could do with the current weather outside. Eventually, he makes a decision, "We could build a snowman!"
"A...snowman?" He questions, his head tilting a little to display his confusion. Bendy grabs ahold of his hands before asking,
"Please don't tell me you don't know what a snowman is."
His silence is enough of an answer.
Bendy immediately starts dragging Cuphead out of the Casino and towards a more open but still empty space. "Okay, so, a snowman is made of giant balls of snow packed together and placed on top of each other." He starts, gesturing with one hand towards the snow, "So, I think first we should make the bottom of the snowman as the base," He finishes, dragging Cuphead behind him while he shows him what he needs to do. For some reason, despite all the cold air, I feel warm…? But, that can't be right...
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After a lot of mishaps caused by Cuphead not understanding something Bendy tells him to do, they did it! They made... a slightly sad-looking snowman. Well, they can't all be winners, huh? However, despite everything, Cuphead's lips still turn up a little at the edges as he watches Bendy with the Snowman, seeing him trying to figure out what to use as a nose as the finishing touch to it. Cuphead had accidentally found a piece of discarded fabric earlier, which he had draped over the snowman as a type of cape/cloak to go with his rocky eyes and mouth, with some sticks being stabbed into the sides that had already fallen out numerous times. Yet, despite all its flaws (and still missing nose), Cuphead feels like it's perfect.
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I wonder what Cuphead would be doing if he were here... Mugman thinks as he walks around the front lawn of Kettle Cottage. "It's just so... quiet," He mumbles, as he stops pacing. He decides to try and make a snowman; maybe that'll make him feel better...?
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Despite the snowman by all definitions being perfect, all the balls making up the body are the right size, his smile isn't crooked, his eyes are lined up, he has his carrot nose, his Stick arms are equal with each other, and a hat Mugman found on top of its head, it still doesn't feel right. He still feels empty; listening to the last few animals moving around isn't enough. He never thought he'd miss Cuphead's loudness, yet here he is. Wishing for nothing more than for Cuphead to appear and yell 'Watch out!' before throwing a snowball at him. However, that's not what happens. Instead, he walks back to the quiet of the cottage and drinks some Hot Chocolate with Elder Kettle.
Neither one of them acknowledged the empty stocking hung up between the other's.