Chica had managed to pick herself off of the floor, and looked up to see that Bonnie and LOLBit were still hugging. She rolled her eyes. She felt someone tapping her leg, and looked down to see Freddy.

"What are you doing?" She raised one of her thick eyebrows.

"I fell over laughing and I can't get up because my legs won't cooperate." He let out a nervous chuckle. Chica smiled warmly, and grabbed Freddy by the arms and pulled him up. "Thanks" He smiled nervously. C'mon bud, I know you crushing hard on me, why won't you say it? Freddy's blue eyes shifted nervously to Chica and the floor as he cleared his throat. "I thought you had a new butterscotch pie recipe you wanted to try out?" The pink pony thing popped up from behind a table, and it had a smile even wider than Chica's whole face.

"Did somepony say pie?!" Chica's eyes widened, and she tried to protest, but the ponkle pink had already somehow knocked Chica down and it was now dragging Chica into the kitchen. She had given up at this point, and just let the stupidly strong cotton candy creature drag her into the kitchen.

Pinkie Pie remembered that butterscotch pie was one of her favorite flavors of pie. She had already gotten all the ingredients out of the cupboards when Chica had actually stood up.

"Wh-How did you get all the ingredients so fast? How did you even know the ingredients? I have so many questions." Chica had a puzzled look on her face and was looking at notecard that said "Butterscotch Pie" on the back.

"Well, I remember a time when me and my friends fell into a hole and then we met this really cute flower named Flowey but he was actually pretty evil and then this goat named Toriel showed us to her home after wrecking Flowey's face with some fireballs and she taught me how to make butterscotch pie and it was SO GOOD and we also met some pretty spooky skelebros named Sans and Papyrus and a fish named Undyne and we also met a robot named Mettaton and a dinosaur named Alphys and another goat who was apparently Toriel's husband named Asgore who I called 'King Fluffybuns' because he was so nice and I don't understand why Toriel didn't like him but there was also this adorable little kid thing named Frisk and it was SO NICE and they kept flirting with me and my friends and we helped them escape this weird place called 'The Underground' and I also saw this really creepy man named W.D. Gaster but none of my friends believed me OH and also-" Pinkie was cut off when Chica put a hand over her mouth

"Could you please shut up? I just wanted to make pie in peace." Chica rubbed her temples and got back to reading the notecard. "Augh, why am I so dyslexic? What does this even say?" She whispered to herself.

"Oh, do you need help reading that? My friend Applejack's brother Big Macintosh is actually dyslexic too so Applejack has to help him read sometimes." Chica glared at Pinkie for a short second.

"Neat." She went back to trying to decipher what the notecard said. "One ticks of... the hell is tubter? Oh, butter! Stick of butter. Damn."

Pinkie observed Chica for a few more minutes, then got an idea. "Could I read it for you so you can have more fun actually making the pie?" Chica looked over at her.

"I have a rare variety of dyslexia where the letters get all mixed up. I can read it, It just... Takes longer..." She shifted her gaze away from the pink pony. She tried to read the next line. Tup lal teh brwon sgura nda rebtut in hte top on eht stoev. She blinked. "OK FINE you can read it for me. But no sidetracks!" She gave Pinkie the notecard.

"Okie Dokie Loki! Do you have the piecrust made?" Just as Pinkie said that, Chica pulled a piecrust out of the refrigerator.

"I made this earlier today."

"Kewl! Ok, so first things first, you make a base sauce like you would to make mac-n-cheese, which is-"

"Flour and butter." Chica dropped a stick of butter into the saucepan, and put a few spoonfuls of flour in it. She grabbed a whisk, and mixed them together. "Then milk, right?"

"Yeppers!" Pinkie pie grabbed the milk from the fridge, and poured a cup into the saucepan. "Keep whisking, Chica." Chica was constantly stirring the mixture, as it needed to get thick so it would be able to be a base for the pudding. Pinkie sat close to the wall, reminiscing about the first day she had met Chica. "Hey, I'm sorry for calling you Mr. Ducky. I was just excited to meet someone new, and I just jumped to conclusions, I think."

"Naw, it's ok. Happens all the time when new kids come to the pizzeria. But a good way to both remember my name and not misgender me is that my name, Chica, actually means 'girl' in Spanish." Chica turned down the burner.

"Oh, you know Spanish?"

"Yeah."

"I speak fluent rubber chicken and Fluffle Puff." Pinkie grabbed the brown sugar and put a cup of it into the bubbling, creamy sauce.

Chica continued to stir the brown sugar in. "What is Scott's name is fluffle puff-" Just as she said that, Pinkie Pie started to make raspberry sounds.

"Pfft pfff pfff pfff pfffffff pf pff pfff pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft" Chica smirked, and opened her beak.

"¿Me estas retando? Porque creo que puedo hablar en un idioma extranjero mejor que tú, Ponkle Pink." She spoke the words so smoothly as she cracked an egg and stirred it into the pudding. Pinkie opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it, accepting the fact that Chica knew a much more complex language than Fluffle Puff. Chica laughed her duck laugh as she poured in some vanilla extract.

"OOOOOOH! Is that homemade?" Pinkie was referring to the bottle of vanilla extract that Chica was holding in her hand.

"Yeah. It's just vanilla beans soaked in vodka. Wanna smell it? Smells soooooo good." She took a big whiff and sighed, and offered the bottle for Pinkie to smell it.

She sniffed at it. "Mmmmm... That's the best smelling vanilla extract to ever enter my nostrils..." She smelled it again, and sighed. She shook her head. "We should really put the pudding into the crust."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot we were making pie. Good thing I didn't burn the pudding." Chica took the pudding off the burner, and poured the thick, golden pudding into the piecrust. It was just the right amount. She grabbed two spoons, and handed one to Pinkie Pie. "C'mon, we gotta see how good it tastes." Chica dipped her spoon into the remaining pudding in the saucepan, and Pinkie did the same, and plunged the butterscotch-covered spoon into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm... This is almost as good as Toriel's pie." Chica nodded, despite the fact that she had never even met Toriel, much less ate her pie.

"Ok, it goes in the fridge now." Chica picked up the pie, and slid it into the restaurant-grade megafridge.

"Wait, we gotta make the meringue!" Pinkie tried to stop Chica, but she had already closed the door.

"I don't like meringue. It's too... Eggy, I guess. I don't like the flavor. Anyway, now we wait for the pie to chill and just vibe in the fridge." Chica and Pinkie walked out of the kitchen, an egg timer sitting on the counter, waiting to notify them that the pie was ready to be eaten.

Author's Note

That's an actual recipe for butterscotch pie, y'know. You can use it if you'd like, you might have to guesstimate the amount of ingredient you put in. Also, little fact or two about me, I like Undertale, but not as much as FNaF. Also, butterscotch pie is my grandma's favorite flavor, and I made some for her just a few days ago. She loved it.
Have a wonderfully butterscotchy day, kiddins! (yes I called you a kid, deal with it.)