MY WASHING MACHINE'S BROKEN.
Why am I so unfortunate. My wallet was stolen and now this— Nngh. Anyhow, here's the next oneshot!~ I thought some baking would be fun to write.~ Pardon if my writing's dry in some parts... Mwaah. Happy reading~!
11: Baked Goodness
Aside from the pans of pizza and bowls of pasta, Foxy observed that the cowgirl was also keen in whipping up batches of other baked goods.
He stumbled upon the Lass in the kitchen, attracted to her mellifluous humming. The wafting aroma of melted chocolate drifted up his nostrils as he saw her busily stirring a bowl of batter. Like an electric mixer, she professionally moved her whisk all around in swift circular motions, ensuring that the wet and dry ingredients were blended in each other evenly. The resulting mixture was a semi-liquid chocolaty brown, later poured carefully and equally into two baking pans.
Licking his lips, he cooed, "What 'cha making there, Lass? That don't look like cupcakes."
"It's a bigger project!~" Chica rubbed her hands in glee, hurriedly skipping to the stove to extinguish the fire; the flames had completely liquefied the solid bar of chocolate. She tittered as she set the bowl of chocolate aside to cool, "I've always been eating cupcakes, but what about plate-cakes?"
"I'm sure they're just 'cakes'," The pirate rubbed the back of his head. He surveyed the kitchen counters: lumps and particles of white flour coated the marble top, used bowls and tools were shoved to one side and cracked egg shells were scattered all over, dripping with leftover yolk.
What a project it must've been.
"All I'm left with is the frosting," The blonde placed the baking pans in the preheated oven, "You can be my first taste tester if you'd like.~"
"It won't be the end of me if I eat it, right?" Foxy jokingly cringed before earning a slap on the shoulder.
Chica pouted, "Don't be like that—my cooking's the best and you know it.~"
He knew it so well. The crab spaghetti that she prepared for the pizzeria's anniversary dinner was exceptionally scrumptious, and her homemade pizzas were second to none. He wondered if she was really a connoisseur in an android's body. Her gifted ability to craft edible masterpieces was awe-inspiring; there was always something new with each of her variations. Excitement trickled in his words, "I'll be most honored to be yer dinner guest."
"Splendid!~ I'll be happy to serve you," She replied in a posh accent, beating sticks of butter and powdery sugar in another bowl. Twirling around the pirate, she put up a sophisticated English front, "Have patience, my good sir! Once the dessert is finished, I shall satiate your hungry appetite with the exotic flavor of dark chocolate!~"
"Aren't ye going to satiate yer appetite instead— AGH—" He silenced himself once her heel slammed into his foot. He corrected himself in a weakened voice, coughing, "G-gh—I'm thankful for yer offer, madame."
"You're very welcome, my dear Foxy.~ However, do hold your tongue if you don't wish to sound foolish with such lousy comebacks," She held her nose high, maintaining a dignified tone. She added a tiny cup of vanilla extract to her mixture, immediately beating it in with the butter and sugar. The whitish mixture gradually became soft and fluffy with sufficient effort, leaving ribbons of cream hanging from the whisk. Like a curious child, the pirate inched closer towards the bowl, only to be elbowed by the female, "Any closer to the frosting and I'll be forced to bake that dense head of yours!"
"Ye really like to talk like that, huh," The redhead scoffed, and the blonde nodded cheerily.
"Mhm!~" She grinned, her sparkling eyes directing towards the bowl of chocolate, "Can you pass me the chocolate? I think it's already cooled.~"
"Aye, aye," He laughed, his long arm reaching to retrieve the chocolate for her. He couldn't become annoyed with her; there was really no reason to. Her sunny enthusiasm radiated like splattered hues of golden shine and her adorably and childishly round face was brightly colored with passion. They made him blush only slightly, showing his weakness to her unparalleled cuteness. Watching her pour the velvety chocolate to the last drop, he questioned awkwardly, "So it's a chocolate cake yer making?"
"A double-layer chocolate cake with piped chocolate frosting, yes.~" Chica chimed, beating the chocolate in the fluffy mixture. The color of cream saturated with the dark chocolate until it became a light, coffee brown. It was quite appetizing, especially to the pirate's eyes.
"Delicious," He remarked, even though he himself didn't taste it yet. Nevertheless, he predicted with the firmest of beliefs that it would certainly be delicious. "Who is it for?"
"Myself, Bonbon, Freddy… you, obviously!" From the corner of his eye, he thought he caught the subtle shades of cerise coat the cowgirl's cheeks. Chica continued, her voice brisk, "Perhaps the security guard too, if he wants some… though he never answers the door…"
Foxy chuckled, patting the pouty blonde's head, "I'm flattered."
His thankful smile swooned the female who struggled to focus on her mixing. The warm contact with his hand almost melted her inner wires. Secretly did the cowgirl smile, her mellow eyes softening in shyness. When she turned towards him, she mewed, "You're welcome, Fo—"
And saw him licking the leftover chocolate from the previous bowl.
"D-DON'T LICK THAT—"
Foxy sat down in silence, a lump formed on his head. It was comically huge as a result of the violent collision between artificial skin and a frying pan. Like a guilty puppy, his eyes stared downwards into nothingness.
He knew now not to mess around with the Lass' cooking.
Hearing the soft clacking of boots, he saw the cowgirl approach him at the table with a covered dish. Setting the dish down, she frowned upon the unsightly lump that he sustained. Worriedly, she asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"What do ye think."
"I—I'm sorry!" She cried, rubbing the tender lump gently, "I didn't mean to hit that hard. Y-you deserved a hit, anyhow."
"For cleaning up yer bowl?" The pirate pulled a smug look, heaving a soft sigh.
"That isn't cleaning," The cowgirl defended, her cheeks overrun by heaps of natural blush. Truth be told, her heart nearly stopped by when she saw his tongue flick along the glass walls of the bowl to taste the chocolate. The sight overwhelmed her composure, causing her to take the cooking pan closest to her, especially when some chocolate stuck to his lips— "A-ANYWAY! You should eat."
What was seen could not be unseen.
She raised the lid, revealing a large chocolate cake: identical twin layers of moist, dense chocolate were stacked on top of each other, separated by a thin layer of light chocolate frosting. On the top layer were meticulously piped flowers of frosting, forming a border on the edge. Similar flowers were seen at the base of the cake as decoration. Ripe red cherries adorned the top, forming the letters 'F.E' or 'Fazbear Entertainment'.
No matter what perspective the cake was viewed from, it was very appealing and tempting, even for her first 'plate-cake'. The pirate simply stared at the cake, frozen in awe. The only thing he did was water from his mouth with drool.
"A-ahem," Chica cleared her throat, her expression all nervous, "How does it look?~"
Snapped out of his trance, Foxy edged close to the cake, his eyes twinkling in admiration. Like a predator, his yellow eyes were locked onto the cake. He breathed in a whisper as though chancing upon buried treasure, "Simply beautiful. This might be the tastiest treat ye made yet."
"Oh, good," Sighing in relief, the cowgirl pulled a chair and sat near him. She took a polished knife and cut out a slice for him, putting it on his plate. Foxy eagerly rubbed his hands, now more famished than ever. Watching him closely, Chica used a fork to pick up a forkful of cake, bringing it up to his lips, "Aahh."
"Aahh— w-wait, Lass?!" He jerked backwards, face stained in crimson, "What do ye think yer doing—"
"Having you taste test," She was oblivious to how intimate her action was. She was probably used to feeding the children like that. She poked at the air before him with the piece of cake, "C'mon. ahh."
"I—I can do it meself." He inched further backward.
"Ahhh." She inched further forward.
"L-Lassie."
"Aahhhh."
"..."
"Aahhhhh."
"... Aaahhhhh," Foxy surrendered, opening his mouth widely to receive the cake. When his tongue contacted with the moist sponge cake, he clamped his lips around the fork, pulling his head backwards to draw the cake off. Chewing for a moment, he shivered upon the unbelievably filling taste of chocolate. He let the flavor dance on his tongue before swallowing, "By the heavens, that's damn good."
"Really?~ That's a relief," Chica giggled, subconsciously blushing along with him. She helped him to another forkful, observing the satisfied expression on his face carefully, "Is the cake soft enough? Frosting's not too sweet?"
"M-mn—'s just perfect—" He spoke with a mouthful, chuckling in between chews. Even though it was embarrassing to be fed by her like this, he could live with it. He surveyed his surroundings to check if Bonnie and Freddy weren't spying on them.
Thankfully, they weren't around. He would die in humiliation if they were.
After a few minutes of spoon-feeding—or fork-feeding in this case—Foxy wanted to turn the tables around. He snatched the fork, deciding, "Enough of embarrassing me, Lass. Ye should taste the cake yerself too."
Chica blinked at him in indifference, soon opening her mouth without hesitance, "Aaaahhhh."
"Y-yer not even embarrassed?!" The pirate coughed, before fulfilling her hunger with some cake. His visage darkened further in redness as her rosy cheeks inflated like a chipmunk's. She sounded her satisfaction in pleasant mews, the sounds pulling strongly at his heartstrings.
She was really enjoying the cake. And his heart couldn't take the sight.
"Mmf!~" She began bouncing in her seat in exuberance, opening her mouth immediately for more once she swallowed each mouthful of cake.
At the cowgirl's felicity, Foxy couldn't help but smile. There was nothing better than to feel joy from seeing her joy. The fact that she was happy soothed his mechanical heart; he was thankful for this moment that was a blessing. He sang softly, raising the forkful, "And 'ere comes the sailing ship..~"
"Aahhhhh.~" She eagerly widened her mouth in anticipation. The pirate closely brought the cake to her ajar lips before pulling his hand away quickly, causing the cowgirl to whine, "W-what! Noooo, come back!"
"A kid ye are, Lass," He snickered jocundly, giving her the cake she deserved. The blonde cheered as she chewed on the chocolate sponge, her expression further eroding the redhead's self-control. When he couldn't look at her calmly anymore, he didn't, averting his eyes shyly, "I won't live long for sure..."
As Foxy sighed pleasantly, he was oblivious to Chica raising her hand in a peace sign. The cowgirl's eyes seemed to be fixated on something behind her, and her smile was readjusted to appear more natural and wide.
It took a while before he realized what she was doing.
"Cheeeeeese!~" Chica exclaimed as she posed for the camera; the guard at the doorway held the camera up.
Snap.
"SCHMIDT, YOU SCABSHYTE—"
Everyone is now Foxy's enemy.
Don't question how these androids consume food because I don't know either. ;w;
They dispose the food from the tummy, uh—
