(Rewrite Coming!!!) The Golden Past

Molten Really Hates Christmas

*I. Am. MOTIVATED!

Bryan was quickly running up to the pizzeria, arms crossed as any cold air that touched any exposed skin urged him to get into the warm restaurant. The snow that covered the road, trees and ground told the entire story. It was nearly Christmas and Bryan didn't have any winter clothes on.

But his entire demeanor changed when he saw the restaurant that he owned. "Oh may...!" He gasped, hands flying to his face in awe. Flashing Christmas light where placed above the windows, a snowman made from the snow in front of the pizzeria. There was also a sled with a single fake reindeer connected to it.

Molten was watching from the other side of the pizzeria parking lot in the shadows of the trees as Bryan was looking around. Halloween was over, and with that Thanksgiving had come and went. Christmas was right around the corner, and with that Molten had become more sour with others. In the recent days Molten would spend his time outside. He hated the thought of Christmas, and seeing the others be so joyous on the holiday made Molten sick.

He sighed, leaning on the tree behind him for a moment before pushing his self up.

"Did they do this without me?!" Exclaimed Bryan, a quivering bottom lip making its way onto his face.

Molten sighed walking over. He hated the cold, and he hated stupid Christmas. "Yes~! They did! Now excuse me." He hissed, walking past Bryan, a few chittering noises making their way out of his voice box.

"Molten-"

"Not listening~! I have stuff to do~!"Molten sang, walking to the side of the building to a vent.

God he hated Christmas so much.

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Bryan watched as the animatronic left him alone outside, everything about that interaction confusing him. Not the fact that Molten was being snappier than usual, Molten had been getting grumpier the past few days and refusing to show himself.

He then shook his head.

One thing confused him though.

"Since when could Molten make chattering noises like squirrels?"

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Molten placed himself on top of the arch in the pizzeria, wires flicking around as he settled down, Bryan soon running in. Bryan then started crying about how beautiful the Pizzeria was.

Like hell it was. It was fucking Christmas themed.

At least Molten was able to get almost all of the fake snow flakes down from the ceiling and walls, and then burned without anyone noticing. One less thing from the past to wallow about. Though he wasn't able to get the ones on the stages, which sucked.

Molten just sighed again as he sat there, watching as Foxy was trying to fit a fake skull over his head.

Really his snout was in the way.

Helpy was tying furiously on her computer. Molten sighed, slipping down from the arch and silently moving over to the rest of the group, pulling his self onto the speaker and sitting down.

"It has a Santa hat!" Bryan suddenly exclaimed, making Molten jump and turn his back to the stage so he was facing the group, only to realize he was talking about Lefty's pickle jar.

Suddenly Helpy ran up to Bryan. "Put it on!" She screeched, throwing a hat on the human. Bryan fumbled for a moment before he held the hat to his chest, a grin making its way onto his face. He then pulled it over his head while doing a slow twirl.

"Look at me!" Bryan exclaimed, throwing his hands forward with a huge grin in his face. Molten just grimaced.

Stupid Christmas.