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Prompt: Scrap Baby tried it and didn't like the results.

"You've got to try this!"

Baby was taken off-guard as a piece of greasy pizza was shoved into her face. She reacted by lashing out with her claw, preparing to smack the slice away like she did with most food he forced on her. Unfortunately, he had grown wise to this, and he quickly caught her wrist at the base of her claw.

"Ah, ah! Not this time!" the other clown teased. Blue eyes seemed to glow as he peered down at her with that masked smile. "This time you're gonna have to try it. I really outdid myself!"

Ennard knew absolutely nothing about cooking or taste. While most animatronics could taste slightly and had basic knowledge of how to stick something in an oven, the clown had absolutely no idea how to make anything edible. Usually he would take two or three good things- like melted cheese, sweet ice cream, or tangy ketchup- and then force them all together in a grotesque concoction. Then he would try to force it on her.

He shouldn't have even been tampering with the food anyway. They had slipped into this restaurant to escape the downpour outside and both knew that anything they did could be noticed. Then someone might go sniffing around the back alley and follow the smell of burned popcorn and vanilla icing to the dumpster they would be hiding in. It still didn't stop Ennard from risking their safety by stealing food and mashing it together and being obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, Baby didn't know why she even stayed with Ennard. He could be so excruciating at times.

"I don't want it. I won't like it," Baby protested stubbornly. She yanked her wrist back and glanced down at the slice of pizza. There were soggy lumps of something creamy, rainbow spots of melted color, and a glassy, brown syrup poured over it. If she could've sneered, then she would've. "What even is this?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Ennard chirped excitedly. He then began to point with a wire finger at the ingredients. "It's a pepperoni, cheese, sour cream, jellybean, and maple syrup pizza! It's all the sweet stuff with a little cream to make it creamy and pepperoni because who doesn't like pepperoni? Ha ha!" He gave one of his obnoxious laughs before boldly tapping her on the nose. "I even pulled off the mushrooms 'cause I know you don't like them."

"Why would I want that?" Baby grumpily asked as she crossed her arms. She was exhausted, forced to stay on guard in case someone came, and already didn't have more than a shred of patience. He tested more than her patience though; he tested her sheer willpower. "Why would I even want to put it in my mouth? I'll just have to pick it out of my teeth afterwards. And it looks disgusting."

"You can't judge a pizza on its looks! Come on, I think I really got it this time!"

"You always say that," Baby grumbled. "It smells too sweet. That syrup was a terrible idea."

"Come on, pleeeease?" Ennard begged. He lowered himself down submissively and peered up with those big, blue eyes. "One bite? For me?"

She should've stood her ground, but Ennard had a way of making himself look positively pitiful. With a sigh, Baby finally took the pizza slice from him, staring down at it with distaste. It was just worth getting it over with. She knew it was going to taste bad even before she slipped it through her jaws and clamped down.

She wasn't disappointed.

If anything, it was worse than she imagined. The thickened syrup immediately began to sink into places it didn't need to be. Her teeth stayed clamped down as though if she moved the flavor would only get worse. Baby looked over towards Ennard to see that he was staring intently and waiting for a response. She didn't even know how to express how uncomfortable she was. Not that she needed to. The silence, tightening claw, and her detached look said it all.

"You… Hate it, dontcha?" Ennard guessed with a quickly deflating voice. This was enough to trigger Baby to tilt her head forward, open her mouth, and try to force the bite of pizza back out. "Aww geez, I thought I really had it this time."

"Guess again," Baby cynically quipped. She handed the soggy and greasy piece of pizza back to the other clown. "It was the syrup."

He looked down at the slice, then back at her, and watched as she crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen wall. She was largely unphased by the results and, while annoyed, wouldn't dwell on it again until he tried forcing it on her again. Yet Ennard felt like he had let her down. "Aww, I'm sorry, Babydoll."

Baby couldn't even brace herself before he hooked an arm around her. She inwardly scolded herself for not anticipating it and skirting out of the way in time. He pulled her close and rested his head on hers, with a soft squeak from his nose as he pressed his mask into her wirey hair.

"How about I make ya a brand-new piece without mushrooms and without maple syrup?" Ennard offered. Baby stayed silent. "…Okay, how about I make ya a piece that's just pepperoni and nothing else?" Still no response. Eventually he would have to give up. "…How about a vanilla ice cream cone with extra sprinkles?"

It was a programming reflex alone that caused her to shudder. It wasn't that she wanted the ice cream. They weren't supposed to eat, she didn't like eating, and she especially didn't like that cold, sweet, creamy, positively melting-.

Ennard gave a delighted crackle and she silently cursed herself and whoever programmed her like this. "Oh, I felt that little shiver! Lemme go get you some." He pulled back and headed back to the fridge on the other side of the dark kitchen. Baby gave an impatient huffing noise, wanting to say 'no' but too tempted by the ice cream to do so.

"Just don't be too loud. We don't know what else is in here," Baby forewarned. More specifically, they didn't know whether there were other aware animatronics in this restaurant. The last thing she needed was a band of haughty animatronics wanting a fight. Probably thinking they were so much better than them because they wouldn't be as broken as the two of them were. Just imagining it frustrated her much more than Ennard ever could.

She was so distracted by these thoughts that she barely noticed Ennard return a few minutes later. He tapped her shoulder and then handed over the ice cream cone. It was stacked with two messy scoops of vanilla that were already trying to drip down the cone and topped in a clump of multi-colored sprinkles.

Baby took it was her hand and admired it. At least the ice cream could wash away the greasy, sticky sensation left in her mouth. "Thank you."

Ennard straightened abruptly and Baby glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked startled at something and it was only then that she noticed she had thanked him. She didn't ever have a reason to do so- almost defiantly refusing to do so- but she had been caught while distracted and let it slip.

She knew what was coming and tried to skate back out of his reach. Alas, Ennard followed right after her, embraced her, and clung to her like the bundle of wires he was. She barely got her claw between them, only to find it pinned to her chest as he pinned her to his chest.

"Aww, you're super welcome, Baby!" Ennard gushed as he nuzzled into her shoulder. "I love to make you happy.~"

'Happy' was a stretch, and Baby rolled her eyes at his overdramatic behavior. Somehow Ennard always found a way to build everything into something it wasn't. She wondered again why she went through the trouble of staying with him. Not for his cooking ability, obviously, and his tact was absent as usual. Then he gave a little giggle and a squeak, wires wrapping tighter and holding her securely, and she felt that fluttering in her chest.

Oh right, she loved him.

…But she hated what he did to food.