(Rewrite Coming!!!) The Golden Past

Prologue

Fuck this is gonna be cringy lol. Two year old work posted for this chapter besides the ending, I hate myself lol. Also Bryan canonically died two years ago. Wow, its been such a long journey, welp-)

Molten turned on to unbearable pain. Burning sensations were going through his wires, pain receptors picking up everything.

What the hell had happened?

As far back as Molten could remember was talking to Springtrap about distracting Bryan and hating the plan, whatever it was. Why had he been distracting Bryan again?
Nothing made sense at the moment. Only the unbearable pain told him he was still alive.
Lava...
He had been in lava. It all came back to him. He had screamed for help, screaming in pain, the pain that his best friend put him in. Lefty had broken the goddamn glass and watched him burn, screaming in pain.

Of course, even though Molten didn't want to do all the terrible things he did, he always suffered. Where he was at the moment was a mystery. He couldn't really see at the moment, there was a bit of color and static.
"H3//0?" Molten called out, moving his body slightly into a sitting position. Even moving hurt. He looked around the room one more time before looking at his hands. They seemed more melted than before, which was surprising since he was made of titanium. "A-a-any 0ne h3-h3r3?" He asked once more. There was no reply.

Molten slowly moved to his feet, the pain in his wires subsiding as he got used to it. Pain was something he got used to. He didn't experience it much, but when he did it could usually cause him PTSD, such as Jons' crowbar. It had been one of the first things to ever cause him much damage. Simply being hit or stabbed normally didn't do much, but things like the bomb Afton put in him, other sharp titanium objects, and apparently lava did a lot of damage to his systems.

He moved around the room moving over to a few boxes. "L3-l3t's s3e wha+ I-| c@n u53 fr0m h3re..." Molten muttered as he dug through the box. Not much was in the box that he could make out. There was paper, most likely newspapers, pencils and pens, a screwdriver, and an old Fredbear plush from the early '80s if Molten remembered correctly. It was a yellow with purple bow tie and hat with black eyes. It was very creepy. Molten nudged the bear plush to the side of the box as he searched for screws to replace any broken ones on his body.

As Molten moved onto other boxes he found that most were actually empty. He guessed Afton moved most of his stuff out.

Molten soon found himself going back to the first box empty handed, and looking at the few items in the box. He let out a glitched and gurgled hum while looking at the old items.

His metallic hands stopped at the plush. He then picked it up and proceeded to carry it around with him as he pushed boxes down to reveal a door.

The area reminded Molten of the Fredbear Family Diner's layout. On multiple occasions he had looked at old blueprints of older restaurants out of boredom. He slowly pushed the door open to find an even larger room, boxes stacked in corners with papers laying around and cobwebs laying around. As he moved forward dust moved and started flying around. He watched the dust clouds, knowing any human would be having a pretty large sneezing fit.

He looked around the room, looking at the nine-foot tall indent on the wall that went in two feet at least. Molten moved over to it, stepping up onto it. It seemed to be the stage form the Fredbear Family Diner's blueprints.

'This has to be a coincidence... I know it... right before all this happened I was looking at the blueprints, then I woke up in what is most likely the kitchen where an old Fredbear plush was...' Molten found the coincidence very creepy, and he hugged the old plush in his arms out of stress. It felt oddly comforting in the predicament he was in.

Molten moved to the side of the stage looking area and looked at a door. He nudged it open to find the backstage, cobwebs breaking from the door and falling to the ground.
Molten looked inside, the room looking exactly like it did in the blue prints of the diner.

'This is getting creepy...' Molten thought. He went to the power box before pulling the old rusted lever, nothing happening. 'What did I expect! Did I really think it was going to work? If this is the original diner then this place went under in '84 from bankruptcy, spring-lock failures, over four deaths confirmed, many other children going missing and rumors.' Molten let out a gurgled sigh as he came back out of the room, closing the door behind him.

At this point the pain from his sensors were barely picking up the pain. Molten was going to have PTSD from lava after this, wasn't he? That was if he was going to even get out of this place. He squeezed the bear plush harder, fear cursing through his nonexistent veins.

Suddenly everything went dark.
~~~this is now the recently written part lol—-
Molten woke up in a dark void, Fredbear plush still grasped tightly in his arms. Glancing around, he wondered how he had ended up in the void, but this was ended by a soft, young female voice speaking out to him. "Hello there, mangled one~" The voice hissed out. Molten froze where he stood, glancing around. "Do not fear me, mangled one. You will learn what you need to know with time. Right now, I want to help you. You had a.. How do I put this" The voice then spoke bluntly, "You had a horrible life in the timeline that has continued on. I split you and the original Molten in half, and then let the original Molten's... Universal code regenerate, and it left me with you, the more.. Ennard side of the original Molten."

"The more... Ennard side of me?!" Molten queried, a scowl dancing across his face to hide his impending fear, glaring at the void that swirled around him, obscuring his vision of the voice. "I am just M0!t3n! Nothing more. Ennard is nothing more than the past! Him and I are nothing alike!" Molten hissed, glaring at the swirling void around him.

"It is fine to be scared, Molten. Now, do not speak. As of now, we need to talk about what you can change about yourself, okay?" Molten nodded, as suddenly the void around him shifted, and to his left he saw that the void seemed to split open. Molten turned towards the changing void, and watched as a small child walked out.

Molten brought in a nonexistent breath, fear freezing him in place as he stared at the child. It seemed to be a female, and she had long, black curly hair. Her hair was put into two ponytails that were one either side of her head. Her skin was a sickly gray, black liquid spilling from her empty eyes, only a small white dot in each of her sockets. She had a pale, yellow sweater on and a pale jean overalls that had a skirt on the bottom. Along with that she had tall socks that were white with black stripes on the top of them, and black dress shoes. Her left shoulder strap was broken, a slash going across her torso. The girl walked up to Molten, a hand touching his knee, as that is just below where her head reached.

She was so small and young... How did she end up like this? This was like when...

"Don't worry Molten. I will help you, as long as you do not end up with the same fate as you did in the last timeline." She drawled out, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side. Molten went to speak, only for the other to speak once more, eyes snapping open, "As I was saying before I showed you myself, I am going to help you!" Explained the girl, backing away from Molten as she spoke, before looking up at him with a soulless smile. "I want to send you back in time, back before they found you. Though, I won't send you back to the beginning again if you can't change your future. Now you will go. I will stay with you, even if you think I'm not there, I will always be there to help you." She had spoked with a sharp smile, hands clasped behind her back, red liquid running from her eyes and an increasing speed as once again everything went dark for Molten.