I never thought that you guys were so petty; hilarious.
It all started with a slap on the back of the head.
“Hey, you don’t treat my sis like that!”
Then it trailed into a kick to the gut.
“Wh-, you brat, she was just havin’ some fun!”
The sucker punch before the storm. It was always these four, two pairs of sisters from separate families; Catherine and Matilda Glasswater, and Rhonda and Circe Goldhopper. Ever since they met, the older Goldhopper sisters made it their sworn duty to harass the Glasswater girls, mostly younger Matilda. Tripping as they passed by, the spreading of nasty rumors, raiding their mailbox, and much more. Before this moment, however, it had never been direct physical violence, which left Circe with a rather nasty surprise and a black eye. Rhonda stepped in front of Circe and scowled.
“What’s your problem?!”
Catherine stepped back and had Matilda come behind her, her cutesy red skirt and hair bow clashing harshly with her enraged face.
“What’s your deal?!” Catherine hissed, standing in a fist-fight position, trying to look intimidating even with her tiny size. “You slapped my little sister upside the head!”
“You two should be expecting things like this by this point!” Rhonda laughed, as Matilda cowered behind Catherine and Circe rubbed her temple. “Now buzz off! We can’t be caught hitting little babi-“
Before she could finish, a terrible pain shot up her leg from her foot, before she began hopping on one foot and swearing copiously. Catherine had just stepped on her foot with all of her strength in her tiny plastic heels, managing to poke a bleeding hole in the much-larger Rhonda’s foot. Circe smacked the ground with her fist, before standing up and kicking Catherine to the ground and stepping down on her chest, the little girl’s blond hair spraying outward on the floor.
“You’re gonna’ regret that!”
Catherine freed herself quickly, before kicking the fat Circe in the shin. Matilda stood up and slammed into the tall Rhonda’s leg while she was holding her punctured foot, running as fast as her tight blue skirt allowed her. Things had officially escalated into a full-on brawl, the sisters delivering harsh blows to each other.
As the fight escalated further and further, a burst of energy seemed to release itself from one of the Goldhopper sisters; Circe bared her teeth, and with some pain, bashed her knuckles together, unleashing a ball of flashing energy that bounced all around and nailing Catherine in her eye. Blood sputtered and flew from the wound, splattering onto Circe’s white shirt. Around Circe’s hands formed a pair of bright red boxing gloves, and the skin under started to become a slimy, rubbery lime green, and spreading.
Rhonda squirmed to get the tiny Matilda off, before sweeping the girl off and slamming her into a wall. She ran over to the sister and tried to stomp her into the ground, causing the girl to flail in pain. Rhonda's feet burst from her shoes, now having three toes each with similar rubbery skin to Circe’s hands, but with cream-colored feet pads and brown skin instead of green. The skin spread up her leg, and her dress started became a pair of long red leggings.
Catherine spasmed in pain, but was still alive; she stood up slowly, before her face paled into a pale silver color. The red blood on her face began boiling and sizzling, before turning a pale white and receding. The part of her head that was blasted apart began to reconstruct, leaving Circe paralyzed with confusion. The flesh of her head began healing in shards, like piecing together shards of porcelain, and her head shape changed with it, starting to look like… a cup. She lost her hair, and her head became a wide cup, with a handle and a hollow head, the white liquid filling up her head. Her red bow became a bent red-and-white straw that plunged itself into the liquid. Her eyes became much larger, and “hung” on the top rim of her head, her pupils becoming tall cut-pie shapes. Her nose became a red circle between the two large eyes.
The rubbery green skin spread up Circe’s arms as she was stunned, the arms losing their joints and becoming like rubber hoses. Her body became very round, and her neck seemed to melt away. Her nose, breasts, ears, and short brown hair disappeared, aside from her eye brows, which became thicker. Her pupils became similar black cut-pie shapes as Catherine’s, and the amphibious green skin spread even faster. From her top lip to the bottom of her belly was paler lime-green skin, and her-his gender changed as the skin spread down her legs, making them jointless and hose-like like his arms, and he gained similar three-toed feet as Rhonda, with the same pale lime-green pads as his belly. His shirt became a pair of white pants that took place of his dress, and around his waist formed a red fighting belt. Rhonda’s shifting went similarly, but in reverse, with it starting at the legs and going up, changing his gender and staying tall, with a cream underbelly, brown skin, and red leggings with brown boxing gloves and belt. They were both paralyzed in both pain and confusion.
Catherine’s skin turned the same silver color as her porcelain cup head, lost her breasts, arm and leg joints, and her short black shirt became long-sleeved. On her hands formed white gloves, and two fingers on each hand merged for four-fingered hands. Her gender changed to male quickly, and his belly became slightly bigger. His red skirt became a pair of red shorts, and his plastic heels became a pair of brown shoes. Matilda began changing in a similar, way, with the change of gender and pie-cut eyes, but his cup head was slightly taller and thinner, his eyes were taller, not “connected” or “hanging,” his nose was much larger, his straw was shorter and not bent, and everything that was red on Kathy was blue on Matilda’s body.
Catherine’s hand twitched in both pain, and with an itchy finger. His arm jerked up as he snapped his fingers, shooting out a blast of blue that blasted through the roof. Everyone else in the room jumped, and nobody was paralyzed anymore. After a moment of awkward silence and stillness, the brawling ensued once again, even more violent this time with new supernatural powers and strength. After a long while of struggle, Catherine and Matilda had Circe and Rhonda pinned on the floor, belly first, with their arms pinned behind their backs. Circe tried to flail from a sneering Catherine’s grip, before he began whining in a different, masculine voice:
”Uncle, Uncle, I cry Uncle! Let me go!”
The tides seem to have turned, and both Catherine and Matilda laughed, before Matilda finally spoke up:
“Both of you say “Uncle!””
Circe scowled, looking dead at Rhonda.
“Ribby, cry Uncle!”
Rhonda, or Ribby, flailed his legs, before he yelled back at Cirice.
“I’ll say “Uncle” when you acknowledge what just happened! Croaks, you just called me “Ribby”… and I just called you “Croaks!””
Croaks looked at him with confusion.
“What do you mean “what just happened?””
Ribby growled in agitation.
“We’re not calling each other by our normal names, and… oh yeeeaaa… we’re both FROGS, and they’re CUPHEADS! And now we’re all MALE!”
Croaks frowned, before looking embarrassed.
“…I didn’t notice that… hm…”
Ribby screamed in rage, and the two cuphead brothers both sighed in boredom.
“GOOD LORD, YOU JUST NOTICED? HOW DIM ARE YOU?”
Kathy facepalmed, before looking over at Matilda.
“Mugsy?”
Matilda, or Mugman, looked over at Kathy:
“Yes, Cuppy?”
Catherine, or Cuphead, looked at his brother and gestured upward.
“Scare ‘em.”
Mugman cocked his hand like a gun and blasted a blue shot at the ceiling light, blowing it to smithereens and almost literally scaring Ribby and Croaks out of their skins.
“Alright, I cry “Uncle;” let us go! Let us go!”
Cuphead and Mugman both grinned, before they jumped off of the two giant frog brother’s backs. Ribby and Croaks stood up slowly, and Croaks rubbed his eye, which was still black.
“…Croaks?” Ribby sighed weakly, rubbing his back.
“Yes, Ribby?” replied Croaks.
“…How do ya’ think that we’ll explain this?” Ribby chuffed, gesturing at Croaks and himself.
Cuphead and Mugman looked at themselves and each other, before Cuphead butted in.
“Uuuuh…We don’t.”
There was a silence, before Ribby put his head in his glove and sighed.
“Oooof course we don’t.”
Cuphead paused, before chiming up.
“We dooooo have awesome powers! That’s worth it!”
Everyone else went still and slowly turned their looks over to Cuphead, before collectively facepalming in embarrassment.