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It was a peaceful night in the children's home.
Keyword: was.
Dizzie was minding her own buissness, sleeping peacefully, having not a care in the world. Her fluffy pink sheets warm, and comforting. She let out a content sigh, snuggling into her soft pillows.
"DIZZIE."
Dread filled the pink haired girl's chest, as she immediately opened her eyes, misery written over her features. She raises her hands to her eyes, groaning in annoyance.
"Ya' tryin to wake up the entire children's home, jackle?" The girl turned towards the door of her room, she pats her cheeks a few times, trying to wake herself up once more.
Vision blurry with sleep, all she sees is a blob of black and white, and soon finds herself nearly falling out of the bed when that blob is suddenly a centimeters away from her face.
"What are you doing?" Dizzie's vision finally focuses, and she can now make out the figure hovering over her.
"I NEED YOU TO MAKE ME CUPCAKES-" The boy pratically yells, completely uncaring that it is 3 in the freakin' morning.
"I am, RIGHT infront of you! Stop yelling!" Dizzie hits jackle on his head, causing him to glare up at her.
"Ow! okay okay sorry- anyways i REALLY need you to make me cupcakes!" The glare on his face quickly turned into a look of desperation, he clasped his hands together in a begging motion.
Dizzie stared at the pale boy like he was crazy, which to be fair, he was. The girl blinks, and then her lips curl up in a smile.
"You can't be serious-"
Then a loud grumbling sound fills the room, and then they both fall silent.
"So you see-" Jackle begins, his tail flicking behind him, but is cut off before he can say anything else
"Yeah yeah, whateva'. C'mon." Dizze sighs, dragging her hand down her face before unwillingly throwing the covers off of her, she puts on her night slippers and slips on a sweater to keep her warm.
The two walk down the seemingly never ending hallways, then down a flight of stairs, and then finally they arrived at the kitchen.
"Y'know, i shouldn't even be doing this for you." Dizzie looks at jackle, crossing her arms and huffing.
"Yeah well you love me sooo-" The slightly taller of the two gave dizzie a sharp toothed grin, his tail flicking happily behind him.
"How are we even gonna get in? the kitchen's locked-" Dizzie stops herself when she sees that jackle is infact gone. A fading puff of black smoke in his place. She blinks.
"that mother fu-"
A small 'click' is heard from behind her, she turns, the once locked kitchen door now open, a grinning devil standing in the door frame looking all too pleased with himself.
"Teleportation, remember?" jackle let's out a small, hyena like chuckle, as he steps aside so dizzie can get in, bowing in the process. "After you, m'lady."
Right. He could teleport. How did she keep forgetting that?
Dizzie grabs a bowl and the necessary ingredients she needs to start baking, thinking to herself, "how did i get to this point?"
Making cupcakes, at 3am, for a demon.
Speaking of said demon, he was leanijg against the door frame, watching dizzie patiently, tail swishing behind him.
"Oh no mister! You woke up me up out of probably one of the most peacefully sleeps i've had in forever, you're gonna help me bake these!" She points a finger at him angrily.
Instead of complaining, or anything like that, the dark haired devil gives a shrug, walking to stand beside dizzie. He rubs his hands together, looking at the items dizzie had splayed out on the counter.
"Alright! So how do we start?"
"Well we've got to make batter to bake with first, dumbass." Dizzie rolls her eyes. "As greedy as you are, you don't know how to cook for yourself?" Dizzie questions, genuinely curious.
"Oh i do! I'm just super lazy, and i usually never have the time or equipment to cook or bake anyways." Jackle shrugs again, passing dizzie some eggs.
"Of course you are." Dizzie sighs. "When did you learn?" The pink haired girl keeps her eyes focused on the bowl infront of her, not once looking up even when jackle passes the ingredients to her.
"Umm, most gluttony born kids end up learning how to cook aroundd...six, seven? So, yeah."
Dizzie whips her head to look at jackle, eyes wide. "SEVEN?"
Jackle puts a finger to his lips, shushing dizzie.
Embarassment coils inside her, but only for a moment.
"Yeah, as you probably know, we get hungry alot more than you humans do. Especially when we're babies, y'know? So eventually when the kid get's tired of waiting to be fed, they attempt to make their own food. Of course, it never ends up 'good', but we eat it anyways, cuz' that's what gluttons do." Jackle explains, attempting to dip his finger in the batter, but getting his hand smacked away by dizzie.
"Nasty."
"I didn't even touch it."
"Whatever."
The two continued to make small talk as they continued making the cake batter, once they had finished, they attempted to pour the batter in the cupcake tray.
"What are you doing?"
Startled, dizzie drops the batter, causing it to spill all over the tray, the floor, and some on her night gown. She hesitantly turns around, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw the head of pastel blue hair.
"You scared me!" Dizzie laughs softly, smiling.
Jester rubbed his eyes, yawning.
"Are you making cupcakes?"
"Yes! Well uh- we were." Dizzie rubs the back of her neck awkwardly, glancing at the mess on the floor and the counter.
Jackle suddenly appears behind her.
"Was that all we had?"
"Yeah, sorry jack."
"oh don't be, i'll eat the batter." The boy picks the bowl up in his hands, beggining to scoop what was left in the bowl on his finger, and into his mouth. A satisfied smile appearing on his pale face.
Dizzie shakes her head, folding her arms, she looks at jester, tilting her head.
"Did we wake you up?"
Said boy shakes his head, pointing to the fridge. "Jes wanted an apple."
Dizzie smiles. "I'll get if for you! Then we can clean up and i go back to bed."
"Jes will help!"
"I'll help to, after i finish this bowl tho-"
"The bowl can wait."
"Okay okay fine."
[END.]