Mugman woke up from his dreemless sleep, filled with a sudden pain from his chest, and winced. He placed his hand upon his chest but felt a soft, silky object and moves his hand up towards his neck, The silky objects seemed to stop just at the base of his collarbone. In an almost panic, he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, ignoring the pain of the movements, and saw poppys growing on him. The flowers covered his chest, from the top of his stomach to the base of his neck, and he cried. He cried because it was his birthday today and he was in to much pain to enjoy it. Just like cuphead.

Cuphead woke on his bed and sighed. He looked at his wrist, even though it caused flowers to grow more, and saw the sideways moon with a bow on his wrist. He had been trying to figure out who the hell it could possibly be. The only person he knew to be symbolized by a moon was Hilda berg, but she had already found her soulmate, match grimstick, and the flowers weren't on her anymore. He thought and thought, staring at that little moon and bowtie. He thought till the flowers caused him more pain then they already had been causing. Giving up for the day, he got up and grabbed some scissors, preparing himself to cut the flowers off, and walked to the bathroom. once there he attempted to open the door, only to find it blocked by something.

"Mugs?" Cup questioned the object knowing it could only have been him.

"G-go away," A Small voice came from the bathroom, shrill and shaky, exactly like his own on his 18th. Sighing he pushed on the door more, only to hear a small yelp of pain from his younger brother.

"Mugman move," Cup growled softly and felt the presser from the push ease up slowly "you alright?" He pushed the door open the rest of the way and saw his little brother faced away from him, holding himself in a hug.

"No.." He whimpered. Cuphead moved and sat next to his brother.

"Let me see 'em," cuphead said softly, tugging on his brothers arm. Mugs hesatiantly moved to let cuphead see the poppys, "damn. That's bad.." cuphead mattered before taking the scissors to one of them. Mug man suddenly screamed in pain as Cuphead began to cut one of the flowers away. "I know. I know. Just bite your hand," cup head said as he continued to cut away at the flowers.

After the flowers were gone, mug man was surrounded in poppy petals, blood and his own tears. Cup head only seemed to care about it now, unlike when he was cutting the flowers away.

"I know it hurts Mugs. I really do.." His voice was shaking, he hated to hear his brother crying for him to stop hurting him, but it was the only way until they found his soulmate. He hugged mugs close to himself as the younger Cupheaded toon cried in agony.