8 - Plates or cups

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Passing you some scales, Chica told you to measure out 110g of both caster sugar and butter while she set the oven to the temperature that the cupcakes needed.

Moving side to side along with the music, you weighed out the sugar before resetting the scales and weighing out the butter on top. Sliding the bowl down the table to Chica, she turned on the electric whisk and started beating the two ingredients together.

Chica called out to you over the music to get her two eggs, so you did and moved to give it her before she looked at you and nodded her head towards the bowl while telling you to put an egg in one at a time.

Doing as she said, you cracked one egg into the bowl and let her whisk the mixture while you danced away next to her, egg in hand.

"(Y/N)! Egg!" Chica said, dancing along with you. Cracking the other egg in, you spun your way over to the bin, throwing the egg shells in there before proceeding to wash your hands.

The blonde girl then grabbed the scales, reset the weight and added 110g of flour while asking you to bring the measuring spoons, vanilla extract and salt over to her. You passed Chica the things she had asked for, but before you could go back to your dancing, she asked you to measure out half a teaspoon of vanilla extract.

After putting in a pinch of salt Chica had looked over at you, who was majestically head bopping.

"Put it in," Chica laughed, guiding your hand towards the bowl. You had tipped the spoon so that the contents on it would fall into the mixture while Chica had disappeared into one of the cupboards before pulling out a baking tray along with a dozen cupcake cases.

"I'll put these in the tray, can you whisk the mixture for me while I do this?" Chica asked you sweetly.

Smiling at her, you nodded your head as she passed you the electric whisk. "Remember to start off slow," Chica called out as you were about to turn on the whisk in your hand. Checking the dial you realised it was on full power and so thanked Chica for reminding you before turning the dial right down and powering the electronic on.

After a few minutes the mixture looked smooth and so you showed Chica to ask her if it was done or not. "Yeah!" She shouted, checking out the contents in the bowl before giving you a high five, "that looks amazing, have you done this before?" She asked, while pulling the bowl towards her and grabbing a large spoon and slopping the batter into the cupcake cases.

"Yeah I have, but only a few times. My mom was always pretty particular about the kitchen so I never really got to do this often," you answered, gesturing to the mixture and ingredients.

Passing you a spoon, Chica laughed out, "well either way, you're way better than the boys, I let them in once and never ever let them back in here, they broke altogether 5 plates, 3 spoons, 7 cups and 2 bowls, baring in mind, we didn't need plates or cups."

Laughing along with Chica, you wondered what exactly her relationship with the boys actually was, seeing as she had told you earlier on that you was her first friends in years. Turning her back to you as she put the tray in the oven, you asked Chica your question.

"Hey Chica, what exactly is your relationship with the boys?" You saw Chica stiffen and she walked around the kitchen, gathering more ingredients. "I guess you could say that we're all siblings of some sort," she muttered with a perculier expression on her face.

Before you could question get more, her expression changed and she turned to you saying "so now, we start my favourite part, the icing!" Going back into cook mode, Chica told you to measure out 150g of butter while she measured 300g of icing sugar. It seemed as if she was trying to distract herself from something.

"Chica?" You called, turning the music down, "are you okay?" Looking away from you, Chica took the bowl you had the butter in and started whisking it. "I'm fine (Y/N)," she said, intensely starting at the butter and avoiding eye contact with you.

"I know that's not true, you seem down, was it what I asked? Because if it was then I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you," you rambled on, trying to apologise.

"It's not your fault, it's just..." Chica had said, before thinking about how she was going to tell you without revealing too much.

"It's just," she started again, "its hard to explain and it brings back bad memories. All that I can say is that we weren't related but then something pretty bad happened to us all, then we got stuck with each other. It's easier to just say that we're all just tell related though," Chica sighed after what she said, before pouring some vanilla extract in with the butter.

"I'm sorry," you responded, "I didn't mean to bring back bad memories, I was just curious is all, honestly I'm really sorry." Turning towards you, Chica had a blank look on her face. "I don't understand," she had said, walking closer to you, "why are you apologising?" She asked, stopping right in front of you.

"Because," you said, slightly unnerved by her facial expression, "I asked you a question and made you feel sad, and I don't want you to be sad..." starting down at the floor, you felt Chica wrap her arms around you.

Hugging her back you heard her say, "don't be stupid, that wasn't your fault, how was you supposed to know?" Booping your nose, Chica turned back to the icing and started adding in the icing sugar, bit by bit.

"Anyway," Chica started, "could you go to the fridge and get me the milk please?"

Nodding, you did as she said and passed her the milk. Throwing in the teaspoons of milk, Chica began working again.

"Do you have a favourite colour?" Chica asked, smiling at you. "Hell yeah," you respond with enthusiasm, "it's (F/C) (favourite colour)"

"Really?" Chica asked you, before laughing, "me too!" She basically screamed in excitement before going to reach for a (F/C) bottle of food dye. Pouring a teaspoon of the food colouring in, she handed you the bowl, giving you the whisk as well.

"Mix it in and put it into this piping bag," she had said, putting the bag next to the bowl, before disappearing and reappearing with the now, fully cooked cupcakes.

"My God, they smell delicious!" You exclaimed while Chica laughed. "Of course they do," she responded, "we made them!" Laughing along with her, you scooped the icing into the bag and handed it to her.

Turning the music back to full volume, you danced around the kitchen while Chica expertly piped the icing into the cupcakes. Messing around with Chica's hair, you sang along to the lyrics, moving your body around to the beat of the song. Giving you a chuckle, Chica turned around and grabbed your hands into hers, screaming "they're done!" ecstatically.

Looking at the beautiful (F/C) cupcakes, you signed in awe. "You are amazing at this!" You said, throwing your arms around her and squealing. Hugging you back tightly she thanked you before congratulating you too for making them with her.

Laughing you said, "please, if it wasn't for you then this whole room would look like a bomb site!" Giggling along with you, Chica grabbed the cupcakes and placed them on a cute tray with the Freddy Fazbear logo on it.

"Let's go take these out to the boys then!" Chica said, turning down the music. Unplugging your phone and aux from the speaker, you shoved them into your bag before smiling at the blonde haired girl and following her out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway which lead to the main stage.

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