Dreaming of Insanity

Chapter 3

Lefty's Pov.

       Something wasn't right. I could feel it. It was as if something was pulling an anxious feeling out of me. And I didn't know why. I looked up from the stage. He still isn't back yet. Neither of them were. The anxious feeling seemed to increase as the minutes ticked by. It couldn't take them this long. All Molten wanted to do was talk. So why have they been talking for an hour?

        The others had decided to take a nap. I was looking out for when Brien came back. Yet he still wasn't. After about thirty more minutes I decided to go check on them. Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe they were finally getting along! Maybe...the sound of sobbing made me freeze in my tracks. I wasn't far from the starlight stage. Everyone else was off. And the sounds were not exactly human.

       At times like these, I wish I wasn't so curious. I wish I had just took this as a sign to just leave. But of course I didn't. I inched closer to the arch way. I made sure to keep my feet quite, as to not disturb the one who was crying. They sounded so broken. Like they just lost their dog or something. Like the world was against them. I peeked around the corner. There they were. Hanging onto the bar of the starlight stage like a lifeline. "M-molten?!"

     The said animatronic froze. His body becoming stiff and rigid. "H-hi L-lefty..." He said, trying to control his weakened voice. "Molten? Are you ok? I heard crying." I walked up to the stage, but Molten hid his face from me. "Molten?" The wired animatronic's body suddenly shook. As if a great force was shaking his titanium body. Weird noises began to come out of his voice box, and his grip on the starlight stage seemed to tighten.

     "Lefty...I'm sorry!" He cried bowing his head. "I c-couldn't stop him! He was gonna..." It was at that moment did I realize something was very off about this situation. 1. Molten. The big bad and always mad Molten, was crying. And 2. Brien, the person who had followed Molten into this room, was nowhere to be seen. "Molten?" I asked backing up a bit. "Where's Brien?" Molten fell to the floor, burying his face into his wires. "Afton."

     I'm not all that sure at what happened next. I felt something. Something I had only felt in mini-games. This something was raw. Dangerous. And powerful. I punched the post of the starlight stage, denting the metal scaffolding. "Are you telling me, the damn trash rabbit, TOOK BRIEN?!" Molten shrunk in on himself, nodding his head. The feeling seemed to lessen. The sight before me made me want to comfort the animatronic.

    I bent down, barely touching the being in front of me. You see, this is the Molten I see on a daily basis. One who can feel. One who has regrets. One who actually likes Brien, despite what he said. The one who only follows Springtrap because he's scared of what will happen if he doesn't. The one who is actually a kid. One who is scared and was never shown any kindness. "It's gonna be ok." I wrapped him in my arms, keeping him close to my chest. "I know you didn't mean to. I know we're gonna get him back."

      I wish I was as confident as I sounded. Fear for the human man coursed through my wiring. He was only human. Only flesh and blood. Afton was crazy. He was gonna hurt him. Maybe even...I shook my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head. No. Brien was gonna be ok. He was strong. He survived things normal humans wouldn't be able to. I looked down at Molten. He seemed to be in a daze, for he just looked towards the Rockstar stage. "We have to get him back." "I know."