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Raising my arms in the air, I watched the TV with a grin on my face. "I got this," I muttered to myself, taking a couple of steps to the right before jumping. I was playing Just Dance, and I'm having a blast. BEN got it for me for my birthday, which is today. Finishing my short dance performance, I halted as I caught clapping behind me. Twisting my head, I noticed Masky leaning upon the door frame, his mask was nowhere to be detected.

"How long have you been standing there?" I coughed, blushing as I broke eye contact to gaze down at my toes.

"Long enough." I could just detect the smirk in his voice as he pushed himself off the doorframe.

"Hehe, that's embarrassing. What do you want?" Standing up straight, I crossed my arms while gazing into the eyes of one of Slenderman's proxy.

"Well, since it's your birthday, I was gonna make you some cupcakes, but I can't bake for shit. Therefore, please come help me." A little shocked at Masky's request, I simply shrugged my shoulders, and switched off the TV. Peering back to where the proxy was standing, I noticed he was gone.

"So much for waiting." I huffed, blowing up on my face to push some of my hair out of my face. Casually sauntering downstairs and into the kitchen, I watched as Masky was studying the recipe instructions.

I assumed nothing of it until an idea leaped into my head. Creeping up behind him, I harshly planted my hands on his shoulders. My eyes enlarged as he swung his fist towards me, provoking me to dodge before he knocked me upside the head.

"Geez! Are you trying to knock me out?!" I screeched, gazing up at the male in front of me. He appeared a little alarmed, but instantly fixed himself.

"No, you surprised me. I thought you were an invader." The proxy coughs, trying to conceal his humiliation as he proceeded to read the recipe.

"Oh, did I scare you, big boy," I smirked, jabbing him in the chest.

"Ha! You're nothing but a cinnamon roll." Frowning, I crossed my arms as the proxy was still examining the instructions.

"Dude, there's not much for you to read? What on earth are you doing?" Seizing the paper out of his fingers, I glanced at the recipe myself to see not much on it.

"I was ignoring you. Simple." The taller male huffed, rolling his chocolate coffee-coloured eyes.

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Leaning my wet head on Masky's shoulder, I gazed outside into the forests, observing the deers nibbling at the tall grass. It was beginning to get dark once we put the cupcakes in the oven. 

I kept goofing off, causing Masky to place cupcake batter on my nose and cheek. I scowled before drenching him with the batter. It was a stupid move and a big mess to clean up, but it was hilarious to watch as one of Slenderman's proxy slip and slowly slump down to the ground.

Snickering, I placed my hand over my mouth to calm myself down.

"It's still isn't funny. My knee still hurts after I smacked it into the wall." Masky grumbles, shaking his head so all the cold water sprinkled on me.

"Hey! Why don't you dry off your hair like a normal person when they get out of the shower!?" I glared at the male, shoving him away from me. "And quit touching me with your cold feet!" I complained, tugging my legs up to my chest.

"Well then stop being childish." Masky smirks, launching a blanket over my head.

"I am not!" Tearing the blanket off my head, I narrowed my eyes at the male that stood up and stretched.

"Whatever you say, (Y/n)." He ruffles my hair before moving his way into the kitchen. Detecting the buzzer going off for the cupcakes, I hopped off the couch and ran past the tall proxy. "Hey, careful! The floor is still wet because of you." Masky shouts at me, causing me to shake my head.

Opening the oven to see the thoroughly cooked cupcakes, I was about to take them out before something slapped me in the face.

"Use a glove, not your hands." Overlooking the sighing male, I placed the glove on my hand, gingerly taking the cupcakes out of the oven.

"They're perfect!" I beamed, bouncing on my tippytoes.

"Will you stop moving around so much? I don't need you to slip and smack your head against the counter. And if that does happen, I'm not taking you to the hospital. You can bleed out."

"If I die, I'm going haunt your ass," I declared, not even looking at Masky as I felt his gaze burning into the side of my head. "Now let's frost these damn cupcakes!" I chirped, skipping over to the cupboard to find the perfect frosting.

"They're going to melt, (Y/n). The cupcakes are too hot. Let them cool down first." Rummaging around in the cupboard, I waved Masky away.

"They'll be fine! The frosting won't melt." Spinning around with the frosting in my hands, my eyes sauntered over to the vacant spot in the cupcake tray. "One of them is missing."

"What are you talking about? They're all there?" The proxy lifted a brow, calculating all the cupcakes in the tray. "Yea, all 23 of them are here. We didn't have enough batter to make 24. Remember?" Masky jabs his head with his forefinger, gazing down at me.

"I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid, Masky. I remember now." Cracking the frosting open, my eyes twinkled at the smoothness. "Sorry, frosting!" I frowned as I stuck a butter knife into the icing and laid it on top of the cupcakes.

I watched as it slowly started to skim off the cupcake, leaving a little melted trail behind it. "What! It's melting!" I peered up at Masky with pleading eyes, but all he does is smirk down at me.

"I just like proving you wrong, (Y/n)." My pleading eyes immediately disappeared as I point the butter knife at him, attempting to be threatening.

"You watch it, buster!" Without any warning, Masky lays his large hands on my cheeks, causing me to instantly push them elsewhere. "Ew, your hand are all sweaty!"