She blew short strands of stray red hair out of her face thank god for the short cut. She reeled back at the nasty feeling, reeling back far enough to fall right out of her chair onto her rear on the hard floor, knocking her head on something slightly as well. While she was messing around, she froze when she felt something warm and wet moving on her fingertips. She was left to hum “Die House” to herself while moving Cuphead around randomly in boredom. Kathrine huffed in confusion, hunching over in her small cammie and shorts and tapping the movement keys in an effort to amuse herself. Feast your eyes!”Īnd with that, he jumped into the ground with a little spin, leaving the room silent. What she noticed most of all was that as he winked, the music stopped dead in its tracks. He interrupted himself, grinning again and winking with a ding. “But don’t worry your hollow little head-“ “Ah, well, that just means that I’ll have to round ‘em up myself! “You’re missin’ a few! But admittedly, it’s too dangerous for you to go there!” “Hm hm… Sorry, Cupsy, but you can’t pass just yet!” King Dice was standing up, tapping his foot, and wearing a curious expression while tapping on a stack of papers he was holding. She took a quick glance at the actual dialogue, before her eyes became glued to the text box and King Dice’s different animation. She didn’t notice the dialogue much, still tapping and humming along to the music, before the dialogue stopped moving from her pressing the key to skip through. She walked Cuphead up to the sharp-dressed man to initiate the dialogue, and things went as normal, with King Dice leaning over and talking. She lingered in the room for just a little while longer, to hear the song one last time before handing them all in. Nonetheless, she had collected all of the soul contracts and was here to bring them to the devil’s right hand man.
She had gone through things rather quickly, though due to her not being very good at the game she had numerous deaths. She couldn’t figure out why, but she had a weird love for King Dice was it his cocky and arrogant nature? Was it his spiffy fashion sense, with his sharp suit and cute bow-tie? Was it his singing voice, singing the very song she was joining in? Was it related to her love of object heads in general? She didn’t quite care, but she knew that this was going to be the last time she would be in this room.Īs she lacked the perfectionist nature of many others that played the game, she went through the levels and bosses any way she pleased, not caring much about getting a “perfect” score. To her, the song was delightful the jazzy tunes, the Cab Calloway-esque voice, the bobbing of King Dice along to the song, she just couldn’t help but sing along. Throughout her playtime, Kathrine must have spent about five hours in this room alone in her twelve-hour run. “Don’t mess with King Diiiice~!” she sang, tapping her feet to the tunes of the room.
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