The Great War

={Chapter 36: Confrontation}=

={WARNING: CUSSING, FLUFF, MENTION OF MAKE-OUT AND MENTION OF SEXUAL INTERACTIONS/SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS}=

SpringTrap sat at the kitchen table, watching Gold pace back and forth through the kitchen, every now and then asking SpringTrap questions about his symptoms, he'd been doing this for a good ten minutes now, trying to figure out what was wrong with SpringTrap, and how to fix it. "When you say your midsection gets sharp pains, do you mean more towards your chest or your stomach?" Golden asked as he paused his pacing and turned to SpringTrap with a curious expression. "My chest," SpringTrap replied with a bored tone, he was thankful for Golden's worry and for the fact that Golden was trying to help, but he was growing quite bored with answering questions. "Ok, I-I'm not entirely sure, I don't know as much as a paid medic would know, but you've either got some form of organ failure or an bacterial infection somewhere in an organ, or maybe even some internal bleeding. Did you hurt yourself in any way that could've caused internal damage around the time this started happening?" Golden stated with a worried tone as he went back to pacing and staring at the floor in thought as he spoke. "No, I'm the king Gold, I sit on a damn chair all day," SpringTrap replied with a slight sigh, placing his elbow on the table and holding his face in his hand. "I-, hm. I still think it'd be best if you went to see an actual medic. I mean-, let's look at it this way, yea, the kingdom will freak out if word gets out about this, but if you see the medic anyways, you'll be fixed up and you won't have to worry about being replaced," Golden stated as he clapped his hands together, as if he was praying, in front of his face and tilted his hands forward. "I guess that's true, but I don't want to be pestered about who will take my spot and people asking me a bunch of other questions if the treatment I need takes a while, like a few days or so, I'll constantly have people knocking on my door," SpringTrap replied as he put his arm down and crossed his arms on top of the table.

"Did anyone happen to make any coffee?" Molten asked, nobody in particular, as he walked into the kitchen, and froze right in front of the doorway. "Yea, it's on the counter," Golden replied quickly as he made a small hand wave towards the coffee pot. Molten nodded once and walked over to the pot, grabbing two cups out of a nearby cabinet and beginning to prepare the cups of coffee. "So, what's got Golden in a frenzy?" Molten asked as he walked behind SpringTrap and grabbed some coffee creamer from the fridge, nodding towards Gold, who was pacing again. "He's trying to figure out how to help me, I've been coughing up blood," SpringTrap replied with a slight shrug, snickering a bit at how zoned out Gold was. "Oh? Why's that?" Molten asked in response before walking back over to the coffee pot, and SpringTrap hopped up from his chair and joined Molten at the counter. "No clue, Gold's trying to figure out what's wrong with me and how to fix it. Mind pouring me some?" SpringTrap replied with a bored tone, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and holding the cup towards Molten, who nodded once and did so, filling SpringTrap's cup a little over halfway. "Have you asked Bryan or Michael what they might think?" Molten asked in response as he slid the bag of sugar and the bottle of coffee creamer on the counter over to SpringTrap, taking a spoon from a drawer and mixing up the two cups he'd made. "No, why?" SpringTrap replied with a confused tone, slightly tilting his head at Molten before he put three pinches of sugar in his coffee, and then put both the sugar and the creamer back in their respective places, now standing in front of the fridge. "Well, Bryan and Michael are humans, they might know a bit more about the human body, since you're-, you know," Molten replied with a small shrug, turning and leaning his back against the counter as he made a small hand gesture towards SpringTrap's suit. "Gold? Maybe try asking Bryan?" SpringTrap suggested with a slight smile, letting out a small chuckle as Gold froze and his head shot up. "Bryan! Come here, quick! It's an emergency!" Gold yelled through the house as he poked his head out of the kitchen doorway, and it wasn't long before Bryan came running to the doorway, shirtless with a grey t-shirt in his hands, a panicked and confused expression on his face. SpringTrap was going to ask why Bryan was shirtless, but he was distracted when Molten let out a choking sound and sputtered a bit of his coffee back into his cup as he turned his head away, holding his hand in front of his face in a loose fist, an embarrassed expression across his face. "Why are you-?" Gold began, making a slight hand gesture towards Bryan. "Because I was changing, and then you're yelling that there's some emergency, what's going on?" Bryan replied quickly, waving his hands a little as he spoke, looking quickly between the three animatronics in the kitchen. "I have a question, or maybe a few," Gold replied with a slightly awkward tone as he looked away and rubbed at his neck. "Wha-, are you serious?! You scared me!" Bryan replied with a playfully angry tone and a smile as he smacked Gold with the shirt in his hand. "It's an important question though!" Gold replied defensively with a smile as he put his hands up in self defense. Bryan grumbled something and slipped the t-shirt on, crossing his arms over his chest afterwards. "So-, SpringTrap's been coughing up blood, and he claims to get an intense pain in his chest whenever it happens, my guesses are organ failure, internal bleeding, or a bacterial infection in an organ, what do you think?" Gold explained quickly, cutting straight to the chase. "Oh-, god that's-, that's awful, but-, does your chest only hurt when you cough up blood?" Bryan replied with a now shocked tone, turning to SpringTrap with a curious expression, and SpringTrap gave a small nod. "Than that gets rid of the internal bleeding and the organ failure options, it would constantly hurt terribly otherwise," Bryan replied with a simple tone, walking over to Molten's side and taking the second cup of coffee that Molten had made with a thankful smile. "Wouldn't a bacterial infection hurt too though?" Gold asked in response with a confused tone. "Well-, yes, but not nearly as much as the other two, it wouldn't cause any constant pain either, and it really depends on how bad the infection is for how bad it would hurt," Bryan explained as he slightly waved his hand, taking a small sip of his coffee once he finished his sentence. "So-, how can we treat a bacterial infection?" Gold asked in response with a hopeful tone, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have to take prescribed antibiotics. You'll have to see a medic so they can figure out what kind of bacterial infection it is, and then they'll give you certain antibiotics to treat it," Bryan replied with a innocent tone, simply trying to help, and Molten chuckled as SpringTrap groaned. "Any chance you can do all that?" Gold asked for SpringTrap with a nervous tone. "No? Where would I get antibiotics from? And I don't even know how they figure out what kind of infection it is," Bryan replied with a confused tone, tilting his head a little as he looked back and forth between Gold and SpringTrap. "I say you just get it over with, it'd be better than slowly dying, and if you go ahead and get it over with, you won't end up having a coughing fit during the meeting with the other king," Gold stated as he stared at SpringTrap with a stern expression, and SpringTrap let out an annoyed huff. "Meeting with the other king?" Bryan repeated Gold's words in the form of a question, glancing at Molten, who shrugged with the same confused expression Bryan had. "Right-, uhm, well, SpringTrap got a response letter from the king of the human kingdom already, he said that SpringTrap can decide to discuss the terms of the truce in person or over letter, and he decided you'll be doing it in person," Gold replied with a hesitant tone, he always had an odd talent with getting to know people pretty quick, and he figured how Molten would react. "What do you mean 'you'll'? You mean he'll, right?" Molten asked in response with a confused and low tone, a barely noticeable hint of aggression in his voice. "I figured you could come with me to represent as my kingdom's army deputy, Freddy will be there too," SpringTrap replied for Gold, speaking with a bored tone, trying not to sound demanding. "I'm not the damn deputy anymore, and if you don't fucking like the fact that I'm with Bryan, than I'd rather keep it that way," Molten growled back with a defensive tone, setting his cup of coffee down on the counter and crossing his arms overs his chest. "I don't care anymore if you're with him, it's the rest of the kingdom that's not ok with it," SpringTrap replied with the same defensive tone, speaking in a rude manner. "Than I don't want to be affiliated with the damn place anymore!" Molten replied harshly uncrossing his arms and glaring at SpringTrap as he took a single step forward, but Bryan quickly grabbed onto Molten's arm with one hand. "I'm not asking you to be the deputy again, I'm not asking you to come back to the kingdom, I just need you to represent as the deputy, that way my kingdom doesn't seem out of order right now, you can come back and live here afterwards, the rest of the kingdom won't even know it happened," SpringTrap replied, his tone increasing a bit too in defense. "The hell did I just say dumbass?! I'm not going to be affiliated with something or someone who's not ok with me dating Bryan! How would you like it if I asked you to come to a damn parade devoted to hating Gold!?" Molten yelled back with a loud hiss in his voice, Bryan quickly put down his coffee and moved in front of Molten, pushing back against Molten's chest. "Hey! Knock it off!" Bryan stayed with a demanding tone, although he had a nervous expression across his face. "But he's-!" Molten started, being quickly cut off by Bryan, who cupped his face in his hands and pulled Molten down to eye level. "I know what he's saying, I'm not deaf. But look at me, you were banished from the kingdom, he's not your king anymore, so you're allowed to say no, just a simple no, Molten," Bryan stated with a demanding tone, staring into Molten's eyes with a nervous gaze until Molten broke eye contact and let out a small growl, slowly grabbing Bryan's wrists and pulling Bryan's hands away as he leaned back up to his full height. "He's got a point, you're allowed to say no, it would just help a lot if you did this, and once this truce is put in order, you and Bryan both would be allowed to live in the kingdom if you'd like," SpringTrap stated with a now calmer tone, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment in a show of frustration. "It'd be a good excuse to see Lefty again?" Bryan suggested with a smile as he moved back to Molten's side, a hand still on Molten's shoulder, just incase. "I-, hm. Fine, but on one condition, I get to choose who replaces me as the deputy," Molten replied as he looked back up at SpringTrap, who hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You wouldn't want to live in the kingdom again?" Bryan asked with a confused tone, slowly taking his hand off of Molten's shoulder. "No, I don't want people judging you, and just because there would be a truce, it doesn't mean that some animatronics won't try to hurt you because of some personal grudge against humans," Molten replied with a quiet tone, and Bryan could immediately tell that Molten did, in fact, want to go back, but only if Bryan was fully accepted. "Molten, people won't ever fully accept the truce if they don't get used to it, and I looked forward to living with you, Lefty and Ennard, it sounded like it would be fun," Bryan replied with a small, reassuring smile, slightly nudging Molten's arm with his own. "I'll think about it," Molten mumbled with a small smile.