Cupcake or Dare

Cordelia was so ready to go home, but of course the manager wanted her to do a few things. He had asked her to clean all of the dirt, dust, and grime off of Springtrap. She didn't mind too much since she liked the golden bunny, but she was exhausted.

She glared tiredly at everyone that passed her in hopes that they would not approach her. The last thing she had to do was go to the office and get her plushie then she would be home free. Unfortunately for her, she noticed an unusual sparking noise exiting Kid's Cove. Her feet slowed as she debated on going by without a care. She, however, didn't. Her eyes rolled at herself while she stomped in.

She was met with the sight of a guy with mostly purple clothes and dark purple hair putting Mangle back together. According to other workers, she is pretty easy to put back together when all of her parts are there; it just wasn't worth it because she'd be ripped apart again. Cordelia felt bad for the toy fox.

Silvery white eyes snapped up to see her upon her not so quiet entrance. The night guard simply stared at the day guard with mild curiosity. She was about to leave after she saw what was going on, but as she turned, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you need something?" the man asked with a sloppy smirk and quirked brow.

"No," Cordelia replied shortly. "I just heard a noise and decided it was my duty to investigate. I have now I need to leave. Long shift and all."

Again, she tried to take her leave, but he started talking, "You are the night guard, right?"

"Yep," she tried to take a step forward. She didn't really want to be rude, but she was restless, and she did not want her temper to flare at the man when he didn't deserve it. Bed, sweet dear bed, was all she really wanted.

"I'm the day guard," the man said, effectively stopping her this time.

She finally realized he wasn't letting her get away and looked at the tall lanky man. "I am Cordelia Lowell, the very tired night guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. My shift ended two hours ago, purple guy. I really should be going. It was nice to meet you. Maybe next time we will meet when I'm in a better mood. Sorry"

"Purple guy?" he questioned with his head cocked to the side. "Not the worst thing to be called, but my name is Vincent." He completely ignored her rant.

She gave up and simply asked, "What are you doing anyway? Not many people try to fix Mangle anymore."

Vincent twirled the wrench in his hand as he made his way back to the toy fox. "Liam is teaching me a few extra things on mechanics. He said she was easier to fix despite the damage so he gave me some instructions and now I'm fixing her. The old ones are more difficult so he is fixing them. I think I'm doing good. Don't you?"

Pale green eyes sleepily slid to Mangle. The fox was looking much better. She had more of her torso than the night guard had ever seen, and all of her eyes were in the right place. The endoskeleton that stayed clipped to her ear also had its eyes.

Cordelia mustered a tiny smile. "You are. She appreciates it. I'm sure. Please excuse me. I really need to leave."

"She is a robot," the man stated, trying to get Cordelia to stay. "She can't appreciate anything."

"Bye, Purple guy!" she exclaimed as she hurried out. He simply smirked at her retreating form.

Cordelia puffed her cheeks out as she quickly stalked to the office; this time she made no stops. Once there she intended to grab her plush and go, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to check the cameras.

In the stage room, the toys were off stage. Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy were talking and playing with a group of children while off to the side Balloon Boy was handing out balloons and giggling. Toy Chica was not in the room. In the prize corner, Marionette was giving a child candy in exchange for tickets as the child's mother watched carefully to the side. Vincent was still in Kid's Cove working on Mangle. She turned the camera quickly to the parts and service room. Her eyes were met with Liam fixing Freddy while the other animatronics watched then her camera went into static. When it came back, Bonnie was right in front of it with his eyes black.

She again changed it swiftly as she internally cringed. The rest of the rooms had kids swarming them, but someone was missing. "Where is Toy Chica?"

"Right here," the chicken called from in front of her. Cordelia was tired enough that she didn't even jump. "You can call me Chik, you know. I like you enough that you can be honored with that."

"Alright, Chik," the redhead said to the smiling animatronic. She reluctantly asked, "Can I perhaps help you since you are in my office?"

"Yes, you can," she cheered as her face glowed with excitement. She darted behind the desk and stood right beside the guard, who was looking up at her warily. "I have a game to play with you before you leave. It is called Cupcake or Dare!"

The exhausted girl's eyebrows furrowed. "How does that work?"

"Well," Toy Chica started to explain, "first you choose cupcake or dare. If pick cupcake, my cupcake gets to ask you a question and you have to answer it honestly. If you pick dare, I get to dare you to do something."

"So truth or dare?" Cordelia asked. She had a strong feeling the chicken wanted her to pick dare.

"No," the toy replied adamantly. "Cupcake or Dare."

"Alright." she replied as she closed her heavy eyes. "Cupcake."

"He wants to know who the gold bunny you were with last night was," Toy Chica said seriously.

Cordelia was surprised by what she wanted to know, but answered anyway. "His name is Spring Bonnie. He prefers to be called Springtrap though. He is older than the rest of you. He played at my birthday party once when I was younger. I barely remembered him to be honest. Your turn."

"Cupcake."

"Which one of the animatronics is the most violent and/or dangerous," she asked carefully.

Toy Chica sighed and replied although it was clear she did not want to, "The most violent is definitely Bon. I love him, but he does some pretty scary stuff." The chicken brightened a bit as she added, "You don't have to worry though! He doesn't seem to want hurt you so he's no danger to you. If I were you. I would worry about Foxy or Bonnie. They don't like you as much. Everyone else likes you or is neutral."

"Cupcake."

"Soooooo," Toy Chica said. "Cupcake wants to know if you like Bon."

Cordelia glared. "He is okay when I don't have to clean up his messes. He is still a little creepy then."

"Then why do you have a plushie of him," the chicken questioned slyly.

The girl looked dumbfoundedly down at her doll and sighed. "Your turn."

"You know this is going to keep going on and on and on," Toy Chica chirped, "until you let me dare you."

Cordelia stopped for a moment and thought before speaking. "Fine. You can dare me and I'll give you a dare. I get to go home after that. Alright?"

"That sounds great," Toy Chica cheered as she hopped up with a girly evil smile plastered on her yellow face. Cordelia just stared tiredly as she formed her own dare and a dark grin crawled to her face.