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i love my bad end au because it easily contains this feral not-quite-cuphead being with tattered wings and a bad angsty teen attitude, hunching over a bag of *something* at 6am with a blood red sun rising in the background, in a dark, humid desolate wasteland while he cries about a dead ex. meanwhile his demi-god husband stares at him questioning why he married this fucking manchild