... I'm thinking of making an AU fic. Hmmhmhm.

School's coming in a few weeks and I didn't do homework at all, so the days went by with me doing stuuuuupid research ;w; I have this Humanized AU idea for FNAF that's seriously AU. x3 A universe where the animatronics are purely human, and pretty much do human things.~ Sorry for the long wait, hauu... ;w; When 2015 comes, I'll be so damn busy. As long as Scott continues with the 3rd game, I'll still be hooked onto FNAF ;3

Oh, and here's a random moment between Chica and Foxy, bwahaaa. I swear, my inspiration is pouring more into the AU rather than this collection, urgh.

21: Marshmallow Texture

Drumming his curved hook on the counter, the pirate eyed the Lass closely, "Is it done yet?"

Chica ignored his lament with a calm smile. She tipped the kettle over at a slight angle, letting the hot liquid cocoa stream from the spout. A faint, white mist of minute droplets floated gracefully above the milky treat as the mug gradually filled up. Once the Christmas-themed mug was filled, she proceeded to pour into another identical mug. A Southern countryside melody trickled from her lips in a honeyed manner—it helped to smoothen the pour of the hot cocoa, almost.

The sweet, chocolate beverage was perfect for the settling winter. Not only did it serve to efficiently warm their frozen circuits, it was part of a tradition to celebrate the end of the year with a delicious cup of sugary goodness. Foxy had to admit that, yes, he didn't feel guilty asking a mugful every day.

He watched the cowgirl bring out an unopened bag of chilled marshmallows from the refrigerator. She carelessly ripped the plastic bag, grabbing a handful of the fragile snow-powdered candy and topping the hot cocoa with them. Like sprinkles, the tiny cushions blanketed the chocolate liquid as they floated atop. They enhanced the already mouthwatering appeal of the beverage, evident as shown on the pirate's drooling mouth.

Hurriedly, he cleared his throat, wiping any trace of saliva from his quivering lips, "That's tasty-looking."

"Aren't they?~" She finally acknowledged him, giggling in agreement. More marshmallows were added to one mug which baffled the male android.

"B-blimey—How many mallows are ye putting in yers?!" He sputtered. The marshmallows piled and piled until they formed a mountain, threatening to collapse if she accidentally pushed it. He wondered how she could ever carry the mug without wasting a few dropped marshies.

The cowgirl wasn't, at the very least, affected by his disbelief. Holding the warmed mug in her supple hands, she calmed her breaths to ensure steady balance. She murmured with inflated cheeks of blossoming rose quartz, "Sshh—I know what I'm doing…"

Her walk was slow, akin to a robber's tiptoe. She slowly slipped past Foxy who stared at her in a deadpan, almost wishing for her to suffer from the loss of one or two mallows. Thankfully, the blonde was able to avoid any slips and falls, and make it to the dining hall without dropping a marshmallow.

Scalding heat was about to seep through her artificial flesh if she hadn't placed the mug on the table early enough. Blowing a cool exhalation at her hot hands, she grinned at the pirate who was reluctant to applaud her efforts. He caught up with her in slow strides, holding his marshmallow-topped beverage safely by the handle.

"Ye sure like yer mallows, huh, Lassie…" Gently would they bring their mugs together for a brief cheer sounded by a soft 'clink!'. He watched her dig into her mountain of marshmallows, taking one white pillow at a time. She got to the point where her cheeks were puffed up like a hungry squirrel's as her mouth was stuffed with the sugared treats. Chuckling softly at her adorableness, he nibbled on his share, "Slowly now.~ Don't want 'em to congest yer throat."

In the matter of half of minute, the Lass had already devoured her entire topping of marshmallows. She licked her powdered lips contentedly, "Nothing beats the sweetness of marshies…~"

"Aye, sugar and chocolate go mighty well together," The pirate took a careful sip of his hot cocoa, agreeing with a nod. He sat on the table, staring vacantly ahead at the cowgirl. Chica cherished the full moment of cherishing her cocoa: she took a whiff, shivering pleasantly before bringing the warm rim to her lips and crying out at the scalding hotness of the drink—her lips were temporarily bruised, marked by a shade of red. Frantically blowing at the cocoa, she averted her eyes from the amused pirate. She masked her embarrassment and drank quietly, to which he snickered, "Saw that."

"Shh—sshh ssshhh!" She silenced him with a hiss, turning towards him with a finger pressed against his lips. Streaks of coral stained her cheeks and her brows furrowed in utmost annoyance, "You saw nothing."

"Heard that too," He mockingly laughed until the Lass jerked her mug forward, "A-AGH—"

He jumped backwards to avoid the searing chocolate that splashed before his feet. His sudden dodge too caused his hot cocoa to slosh about in his mug, his marshmallows dangerously peering over the rim. Recovering his balance, he seethed, "For mercy's sake—that could've burned me skin!"

Sulking, the cowgirl neglected his outcry. She casually helped herself to another fulfilling sip, murmuring a sneaky, soft "not sorry" under her breath. The pirate heaved a sigh, finishing up his blanket of marshmallows. The plushness and stickiness of the white topping lingered on his oral muscle and walls, filling him with a sense of craving for more. His legs keenly waited for the signal to scoot to the kitchen to grab more mallows, but he suppressed this childish desire, forcing his body to remain where it was. His body persistently embraced this craving, subtly leaning at an angle towards the kitchen without him knowing.

He tried to distract his appetite by fixating his attention on the blonde female. Sunny optics squinted at the canvas of her childlike visage, scanning for any features that could keep his desires at bay.

Lovely cheeks evocative of softness blushed faintly in blooming pink—an effect of the atmospherically cold room and the hot temperature of the cocoa. The supple flesh stretched as she smiled to herself in enjoyment, cradling vague hints of her innocence. He remembered the plushness of those precious surfaces, especially how his fingers would sink a little into them.

A ball of air formed in the pirate's throat. Fingers wiggled at his side, aching to feel the soft skin once more.

His attempt to distract was a complete failure—yes, her cheeks were like marshmallows. The finest of engineering could sculpt her face and whole body in such a way that she was plusher than a plush toy. A small pinch or poke on her cheek would validate her higher quality of softness.

Raising his hook, he gently pressed the smooth curve of his steel hook against the Lass' delicate cheek. Poking the fragile yet flawless flesh, he felt his own cheeks darken in crimson. He endearingly caressed the smooth, bouncy surface, enjoying the feel of depressing into the skin temporarily. He softly whispered out of habit, forcing a swallow, "Plush as a mallow…"

"W-wha—" Chica stared up at the towering male as he was engrossed in her cheeks. Lashes fluttered repeatedly; her ajar mouth slipped a soft gasp.

It took about a few seconds before the pirate realized what he was actually doing. Jumping in startlement, he recoiled his hook and brushed himself off nervously as though trying to dismiss the awkwardness of his action. He noisily blew at his cocoa, drinking a heavy amount, "Th-there was something on yer cheek."

The cowgirl patted her cheek, feeling nothing but her warm, roseate flesh. Her gaze on him intensified by the twinkles of suspicion, "What was plush as a mallow?"

She placed her mug down, hands dangerously reaching out for his face. Flinching, he had to draw backwards but she only lessened the distance between them with each sly step. He couldn't swiftly escape as doing so would result in an undesirable spill of cocoa. Her wiggly fingers finally found their way onto his cheeks, clamping the thinner flesh between her digits. She comically pulled his cheeks outwards, squealing, "Stretchy like a marshie!~"

"G-gah—Lassie!—" The pain from his stretched cheeks riddled his voice. He alternated between grunts and laughter, trying to pry her hand away from one of his cheeks by pulling at her wrist with his hook. After having her fun with his sun-kissed cheeks, she lunged forward to pepper them with healing kisses. Ambushed by her candied lips, he could do nothing but endure her affectionate attacks.

Chica bubbled with a giggle, "Squishier than I thought, pfft.~" The pirate rubbed his sore cheeks, groaning in mild embarrassment.

He rest his mug safely on the table, folding his arms over his chest with a smug expression. "Can't deny that yers are squishy and plush too." The cowgirl gleefully chimed by pressing into her puffy cheeks; she grinned cheekily, "But of course!~ I have delicate skin after all."

Her remark made him titter. A coy smirk contorted his lips as he watched her stick out her bottom lip, "Ye know what's squishier and plusher?"

"Whaaaat?" The cowgirl slurred in a sort of lament. The pirate leant forward, a swirl of unknown emotions circling in his yellow irises.

"… That booty."

His words fully eradicated her composure. Before Foxy could reassure her that he was merely joking, he let out a deafening howl of pain—he could no longer feel anything between his legs.

As he comically clutched at his groin on his knees, Chica peacefully sipped at her hot cocoa, "Sorry, not sorry."