A/N: Oh hey, someone's actually reading this. Yeah so-I've actually had this idea floating around in my head for a while, and finally decided to try it out. Don't get too excited however, I can't promise how often I'm going to update this story, or if I'm even going to continue past this part at all. See, tomorrow I'm going to be leaving for Missouri, in the hopes of finding work, so I might be busy pretty soon. You can just consider this more of a test than anything-if this first part gets at least five reviews, I'm going to consider continuing this story, when I have the time.

Until then, enjoy this little introduction.

Disclaimer: I own neither Bendy or Cuphead, and never will.

"WAAAAAAH!"

King Dice's eyes snapped open, a scowl crossing his face. It was still pitch-black outside. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned his head to check the clock by his bedside, fearing what he'd see.

4:30

Well, that wasn't too bad. Just an hour and a half away from when he normally woke up anyway.

All the same, he found himself moving very sluggishly as he pulled the sheets off himself, sitting up robotically and pulling himself out of bed to check on the wailing infants in the next room.

It took all of Dice's self-control not to throw the door open, though he did glare at the babies as he walked in.

"What?!" He hissed, as if he expected them to answer. The younger of the boys, Mugman, blinked through his tears as he looked up at Dice, his lip quivering.

The die-headed man started to cross the room to see what was wrong with the babies—but he didn't need to go far. He'd barely taken a step before the stink hit him.

"Oh, Sweet Jesus!" Dice lifted his hand to his nose in an attempt to block the smell out, and the babies started crying again.

The combination of their high-pitched bawling and the noxious stink of their soiled diapers was giving Dice a headache. He wanted nothing more than to go back to his bed and lay down forever, but he knew he'd never get rest as long as the twins were crying to be changed. Plus, they couldn't just lay there in their own filth forever.

Letting out a defeated sigh, King Dice removed his hand from his nose, crossing the rest of the way to the boys' crib.

"Alright you two, come on." Ignoring the smell as best as he could, he leaned over, picking Cuphead up in one arm, and Mugman in the other. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Mugman's head lolled along a little as King Dice carried him and his brother to the bathroom, and Dice had to carefully shift his arm to keep him from falling to the ground. Suffice to say, he wasn't used to carrying babies, much less caring for them.

King Dice couldn't help but think back to two months ago, when his boss announced the birth of his baby son…by bringing him to the casino to show everyone.

Most people wouldn't think of bringing a baby into a casino, but then again, the Devil wasn't most people. And his literal hellspawn seemed to take a shine to the place right away, eyes wide as he looked around at everyone and everything, babbling in a way that could have probably been considered cute if not for the fact that he was a demon. Plus, Dice was pretty sure he saw him trying to eat some poker chips at one point.

All the same, the Devil was beaming with pride the whole time as he carried his progeny…what did he say his name was? Bendy, around. Dice had never seen that side of his boss before, and if he had to be honest, he really didn't see what the fuss was all about.

For a demon, Bendy didn't look like much. Plus, Dice didn't care for babies. Screaming, needy little squishy blobs that were only good at drinking milk, soiling themselves, and draining their parents' hard-earned money more than that casino ever could.

When he left work that night, Dice had allowed himself a good laugh as he made his way home. The Devil—the Devil, of all people, having a kid, and going completely gaga over it!

Granted, Bendy was still a demon; who was to say what he'd be like when he grew up? He could easily grow up to be as bad as, or maybe even worse than, his father.

But right now?

King Dice had had to suppress another chuckle as he tried to imagine his boss changing diapers, singing a lullaby to try and put the baby to sleep after being woken up in the middle of the night.

"More trouble than it's worth!" He'd announced out loud to no one. "You'd never catch me carin' for a couple'a screaming brats!"

Dice didn't know if it was cosmic punishment for mocking the Devil's son, or from the Man Upstairs for working for the Devil in the first place, but only a few weeks later, he'd ended up shackled with not one, but two babies of his own.

The best part? They came from a couple of old friends of his, who he hadn't seen in years. When he went outside to see Cuphead and Mugman on his doorstep, King Dice's first thought was that he was being pranked, likely by some of his coworkers, or even the Devil himself, who had overheard his declaration the other night.

But then he saw the note in the basket with them.

That, and that alone, was the reason he was in the bathroom at 4:35 in the morning, wiping down the babies' butts and sprinkling on baby powder.

"Boy oh boy, have I fallen far." He grumbled, not sure if he was talking to himself, the boys, or both. "I'm the Devil's Right-Hand Man, I'm the last person who should be taking care of babies!" He turned Cuphead over to put on a fresh diaper, and the little cup let out a giggle.

"Funny, huh?!" Dice shot the baby a glare, though part of him was secretly relieved. At least neither he nor his brother were crying anymore. "Trust me, if it were up to me, you two would've ended up in an orphanage, or at least with someone else. People who are actually cut out to be raisin' babies." He finished with Cuphead, and moved to start diapering Mugman.

"And it's not like I haven't tried, but my hands are tied. Best I can do for now is to get a sitter to watch after you while I'm at work." King Dice let out a heavy sigh. "Even if I wanted you squirts, you'd be better off with someone else. Like I said, I work for the Devil, in that literally damned casino of his. All the same…" His face softened. "I owe it to your folks, so for now…"

He was cut off by the feeling of a small hand on his arm. The die-headed man looked down to see Cuphead looking back up at him. The infant stared for a second longer before a big smile crossed his face, another gurgling laugh coming from him. Mugman crawled over, joining in on the laughter, before a yawn escaped him.

"You two gonna sleep now?" King Dice asked as he picked the babies up. They were asleep in his arms before he even reached their room, laying first Cuphead, then Mugman, in the crib. The sleeping Cuphead put his arms around his brother as he was laid next to him, holding him close as they both slept.

Another person might've found it adorable, but Dice just walked off, closing the door behind him as he returned to bed, to get as much sleep as he could before dawn broke.

All the same, he made a quiet vow that he would never let the Devil learn of the boys, ever.

A/N: Well, there you have it. Hope you guys liked, leave a review if you did.