Caesar Clown ♡ One Shots ♡

Surprise! ... Or Not

"Stupid! How'd you forget his birthday?!" You muttered to yourself, scrambling around the Third Research Institute on a mission.

A cake. you wanted to make your mad scientist lover a cake for his birthday, but the problem was your foolish self forgot, and today was the literal day. Not to mention, you haven't had to cook or bake anything here in a long time thanks to chefs and attendants, so you had no idea where the kitchen was for you to even attempt to make something. That was one of your tasks: finding the damn place; you had to unfortunately also somehow sneak by Caesar in the process though. It was supposed to be a surprise for him, so he couldn't know where you were or what you were up to.

The first issue was actually sneaking away from the man. You had your realization in the middle of helping him in his lab, so you had to sneak away from him at the soonest possible moment. It was better if you just disappeared; less questions would be asked and you might have a fighting chance. You just had to hope he wouldn't notice right away, because he was scarily fast and would have you pinned in seconds, bringing you back around to questioning territory again. It was hot, but terrifying.

"If I could keep my head out of the gutter for five damn seconds that'd be great." You muttered under your breath to yourself, blankly watching over a heated solution to look busy.

While waiting for an opportunity, life finally gave you a golden chance. Caesar had carried off a large bin of unstable chemicals to the hazardous material vault and closed himself inside. The vault itself was sound proof for the most part, and air tight too. You couldn't even hear the familiar hum of his gaseous lab coat anymore, and you perked up instantly in the silence. Bingo.

He wouldn't be able to hear you leaving with how thick the walls in there were, so you dropped everything and dashed towards the door of the lab as quietly as you could, jamming your thumb into the button that opened it like a madman before you slipped through the crack at the soonest possible moment, pounding your fist into the 'close' button on the other side. You were out, but not free, and dashed down towards the main level to search for the kitchen while you still had a good head start.

"Okay, kitchen. Where is the damn kitchen?" You muttered, feeling foolish for not really knowing.

Being catered to, it made sense that you didn't really know, so you did the only sensible thing you knew to do, and that was search for the scent of food. You stood there sniffing for a moment, walking slowly until you picked up on the scent of a meal in the works; then you were locked on. Among the common scent of sterility, you picked up on freshly baked bread. It was no task at all anymore to find the kitchen, following the scent trail like an animal until you were damn near salivating as you walked, only stopping because you smacked face first into the kitchen doors. You were lucky they were swinging or that would've left a much more long lasting mark on your nose. While you muttered some curses under your breath you pushed your way inside with the intent to bake a cake... Only to end up feeling an intense amount of disappointment.

The whole damn kitchen was in disarray, half of it shut down and walled off for what looked like some intense upgrades and repairs. Cooks scrambled around in half the space they were used to, panicked as all hell, some of them even fainting when they realized you were standing in the kitchen. You were basically second in command here and very close to Caesar, so it made sense that panic or fear would be the initial reaction to seeing you. It's not like you were any more lenient that he was. But today... Today was different.

"Ooookay. This explains why the catering has been slow the past couple of days." You mumbled to yourself.

"A-ah! W-what are you doing here? W-we're sorry for the delay!" The head chef panicked.