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Natsuki stood in the middle of the kitchen, clutching a wooden spoon. Flour covered her face, and she looked absolutely furious. "If one more person touches something without asking," Natsuki yelled, "I am locking the pantry and letting you all starve!"
"Relax, shorty! We are just adding flavor!" Bill Cipher was floating upside down near the ceiling. He snapped his yellow fingers. The eggs on the counter instantly grew real human eyeballs. They started blinking up at Natsuki.
"Gross! Turn them back!" Natsuki screamed, waving her spoon at him. "You can't bake cupcakes with blinking eggs!"
"Ooh! Blinking eggs!" Caine floated into the room, his eyeballs spinning inside his mouth. "Let's make the bowl float too!" He waved his cane, and the big mixing bowl started flying in circles, spilling flour almost everywhere.
Over by the fridge, Eminem leaned against the door. He had his arms crossed. He looked totally done with everyone. "I survived Detroit for this?" Eminem muttered. "This kitchen looks like a tornado hit a grocery store."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie does not care about messy kitchens!" Trixie shouted. She stood on a stool, waving a carton of milk. "Watch this!" She tried to use magic to pour the milk into the floating bowl from far away. She missed completely.
The milk splashed right onto Shadow the Hedgehog's shoes. The room went silent. Shadow angrily looked at her. "You have three seconds to run." Shadow growled.
"Eek!" Trixie dropped the milk and hid behind Sayori. Sayori was sitting on the counter, completely happy. She was eating raw batter with her fingers and had blue frosting on her nose.
"Don't fight! The milk just wanted to be close to Shadow because he's cool!" she cheered, blowing a cloud of flour into the air. "What are you even talking about, Sayori." Robert Robertson sighed.
At the kitchen table, Robert Robertson sat with his clipboard. He clicked his pen and didn't even look up. "Shadow, please take your fights to the living room." Shadow huffed and turned around, glaring angrily at the wall.
Near the spice rack, Jax smirked. An idea popped into his head. While Natsuki was busy yelling at Bill Cipher, Jax sneakily swapped the cup of sugar with a cup of salt.
"Hey, kid," Jax said with a fake sweet voice, tapping Natsuki's shoulder. "Pour the sugar in next." Natsuki was too tired to check.
"Fine, thanks Jax," she sighed, dumping the whole cup of salt into the cake mix. Jax giggled, covering his mouth. He couldn't wait to see Sayori choke on a super salty cake. But before Jax could celebrate, a heavy hand grabbed his shoulder. It squeezed really hard. Jax froze and slowly looked up.
"You think you're funny, rabbit?" Eminem whispered, his voice sharp. "I'm watching your hands. Natsuki has been working hard for hours while you just act like a jerk. You're gonna fix this. Right now." Eminem grabbed a dirty bowl and shoved it into Jax's hands.
"Natsuki!" Eminem called out. "The rabbit wants to be helpful. He is volunteering to wash all the dishes, and then he's going to get the real sugar."
Jax looked at Eminem, then looked at Shadow, who was cracking his knuckles. "Yeah," Jax squeaked. "I sure do love doing dishes." Natsuki blinked, then smiled. "Thanks, Marshall," she said. She turned back to the room. "Alright, listen up, dummies! We are starting over! Shadow, mix the batter, and don't make a mess! Sayori, stop eating the batter and wash your face!"
As Eminem watched Jax quietly washing dishes and Shadow carefully helping, the kitchen finally became peaceful.
An hour later, the timer went off. Natsuki pulled perfect, yummy cupcakes out of the oven. Even Bill Cipher had to admit they looked great.