Note: This is a follow-up to A Cupcake a Day.

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Chocolate Cheat Day

Prompt: When did Mike Schmidt have the time to order a pizza and some brownies?

When the Puppet had said that he intended to fix Mike's diet, he really did mean it. The security guard expected a slice of greasy pizza and a handful of French fries every night. Instead, somehow, the Puppet managed to get ahold of better choices, such as sandwiches, salad from the salad bar, and healthier topped pizzas.

The only downside to this was that the Puppet was unbelievably strict on sugar consumption. When Mike had finally mentioned that he needed a sweet pick-me-up, his effort was rewarded by a couple of wrapped pieces of hard candy on his desk. It just wasn't enough. A small rock that tasted like cherry was nothing compared to a slab of cake.

It eventually got to the point when Mike knew he would have to get his sweets from another source, and this came to pass on one of his nights off. Due to a work crew working the graveyard shift to replace the flooring in the dining room, Mike was given the night off on a Friday.

Thus, he could treat himself to dinner. And treat himself he did. He ordered a pizza- simple pepperoni and cheese, so he knew the Puppet probably wouldn't complain- and obscenely decadent brownies. It was delivered to his apartment shortly after placing the order.

Setting the pizza aside, Mike brought the smaller box to the couch, feeling himself already slipping. After weeks of vegetables and light eating, there was something so sinfully enticing by the smell of fresh, chocolate brownies. He had already written off the pizza entirely by time he chose which brownie looked best.

"If this ever gets back to him, he's going to literally kill me," Mike reminded himself as he hesitated a moment. Though he soon shrugged it off. "Screw it. He's never going to know."

Then he bit into it. So soft, so sweet, so warm. Melting chocolate chips, soft chocolate body, sweetness, warmth, delicious flavor, and-

And music box music.

Mike looked across the apartment in confusion. "What is that?" he asked out loud as the music became clearer. It didn't take him long to realize that the tune was 'Pop Goes the Weasel'. "You've got to be kidding me. That can't be him," Mike added in a continued mutter.

As though to immediately spite him, a familiar black and white figure spontaneously rushed into his living room. All Mike was able to get out was a choked up, "What-?!" before the animatronic pounced on him.

There were a few seconds when Mike genuinely believed that the Puppet was going to kill him. His spidery, black hands were trying to get past the human's and going somewhere towards his neck. It wasn't until he moved his arm and the Puppet followed that he realized he was actually going for his brownie. Mike proceeded to fight him for it.

It was only once they both rolled off the couch that the Puppet snatched the brownie and finally withdrew from Mike, but only to stand over him and glare down at him. The security guard looked up from the carpet in disbelief.

"What is this?" the Puppet asked in a scolding tone, one hand on his hip, the other holding up the brownie like it was evidence.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Mike scrambled back to his feet. "For Freddy's sake, how'd you even get here?!"

"That's not important," the Puppet dismissed. "What is important is that you take your one day off to cheat on your diet! The moment I leave you alone, dinner turns back into- back into this!" He gestured to the box on the coffee table. "You would've just sat here and ate all of them, wouldn't you?!"

"It's my day off! I should be able to do whatever I want! One cheat day isn't going to kill me!" The Puppet wasn't pleased with this answer. Frowning- which itself was terrifying- he grabbed the box of brownies, turned, and started around the corner towards the apartment door. "Where are you going now?" Mike asked exasperatedly.

"I'm going back to the pizzeria and I'm taking your brownies with me. You'll be too tempted if they stay in this house," the Puppet called back.

As far as absurdity went, a mime breaking in and stealing his dessert was at the top of the chart, but it didn't end there. Before Mike could even begin to try and process what happened, the Puppet floated back into the room with another look of discontent. The two stared at each other a few moments.

"…I can't teleport while carrying something," the Puppet admitted.

"The fact that you can teleport at all is going to give me nightmares," Mike countered.

"I can go anywhere, Mike. Of course I can teleport." The animatronic glanced around before getting a new idea. He should've known it was going to be bad when that slow smile reappeared. "And since I can't trust you alone with them… I suppose that means I will have to stay the night!"

The security guard stared dumbstruck as the Puppet dropped the brownies onto the coffee table and dropped onto the couch. He patted the couch cushion beside him.

"So then… Shall we watch something together? I'll let you off the hook for now if you would find something enjoyable."

At this point Mike decided it was just easier to shrug, sit down, and turn on the TV than even try to make sense of the night.

Hopefully the Puppet wouldn't notice the donuts in the fridge.