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A Cupcake a Day
Prompt: The Puppet scolded me for not eating properly.
"Oh… So, this is what you're having for dinner."
Mike knew he shouldn't have let the music box run out. Out of all the animatronics that tried to kill him, one would assume that the non-aggressive one would be less of an issue. That tone alone showed this was not the case.
Swallowing a mouthful of frosting, Mike answered. "Looks like."
"That's not even a fresh cupcake. I recognize the icing; that has to be two or three days old," the Puppet continued. He stood over the desk and stared down at the security guard with discontent looming over his smile.
"Good enough," Mike remarked with a shrug. He then leaned to the side to try and see into the office behind him. "You know, I'm kind of doing something here."
"Mike, you can't just live off of cupcakes and junk food," the Puppet fussed. He made himself busy by snatching a couple of wrappers off the desk and dropping them into the nearby wastebasket. "How many of these did you even eat?"
"I don't know. Its been a long night," the security guard defended in exasperation. He looked to the monitor only to find the curtain to Pirate's Cove open and Foxy missing. "You have got to be kidding me."
"This is not healthy, Mike." The Puppet leaned on the desk to draw the security guard's attention. He was growing agitated, if the static starting to corrupt the monitor was any indication. Mike kept looking between it and the doorway and not the Puppet, which only irritated the animatronic more. His fingers tapped impatiently on the desk. "You already insist on coming back to risk your life every night. Can you not also try to destroy your body from the inside out?"
"I don't have to. Foxy's going to gut me open and do it himself as soon as he gets here."
"This isn't about Foxy! This is about you!" The Puppet smacked his hands down on the desk and the monitor went entirely out. Now Mike was paying attention, finally looking up at the striped one. "This is just another example of you not caring about what happens to you! You can't just take care of your own needs, because you just don't care what happens to you! And then I have to sit in my box all day wondering if you're alright!"
Mike was already startled by the verbal lashing, so it didn't help when Foxy suddenly sprinted in. Though before the pirate could launch himself at the desk, the Puppet turned back towards him and stared him down. Mike couldn't imagine the twisted look that contorted on the mask, but whatever it was it seemed to detour Foxy, who stood there silently before slowly leaving.
Mike almost wished he had stayed after that. At least Foxy was predictable. The Puppet was liable to snap and shove half a dozen cupcakes down his throat. Instead, the animatronic turned to look at him. Any glare or smile was gone and replaced with a more concerned, more sympathetic look. He gave a noise akin to a sigh.
"If I can find a way to get you a decent meal every night, will you please not do this anymore?" the Puppet asked. He sounded distressed, if not entirely fed up as he pleaded. "No more excessive sugar consumption, no more five o'clock sugar crashes, please?"
It was only now that Mike really considered the absurdity of the situation. Haunted animatronics were actively trying to kill him and one of them was offering to make him dinner as it threw a fit about his health. Not to mention throwing a fit about his health when he was currently being hunted by his fellow bots. It was baffling.
"…Alright, yeah. Don't get your strings in knots," Mike agreed. The Puppet seemed relieved as his smile returned. The guard glanced down at the monitor screen, which had also returned to normal, and added in a mutter, "But I don't know why you care so much."
He was trying to watch the screens, knowing that the others could be planning to ambush him at any moment, so he paid little attention to the Puppet coming beside him until he noticed the hand reaching for him. Mike was startled as the Puppet boldly lifted his chin to look at him. It was the first time the animatronic had ever touched him. It was strange how gentle and warm it felt.
"Because I care about you, Mike," the Puppet said softly. "And I would prefer to have you with me as long as I can."
Needless to say, but after that Mike cut back on the sugary snacks.