[IMPORTANT NOTE!!- There will be a "remastered" version of the previous story coming soon. So this book will on hold for now. Apologies if this triggers you in any way.]
Molten Freddy is alive and well, with a new future waiting for him in the Fredd...
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Molten's PROV It as be a strange, yet calming couple of weeks. Emily was able to meet almost everyone in the park. Which was kind of an cute sight to see.
I think I'm getting used to the whole "parent thing" but don't tell anyone. [We don't need to. They already know.]
Cheyanne has finally started her job as Security Guard for the park. And ever since she started the job, she's has been bit more... on edge recently.
She was given a tablet so she could look at the cameras even when she's out of the office. And she's been checking them every few minutes. Everytime she leaves the cameras unchecked for too long, she freaks out. Like she caught something on fire.
She also appears to be a bit more jumpier than usual. Sometimes when somebody tries to get her attention, she gets startled by them. I've seen Cheyanne painc a bit before, but never this bad!
She told me that she was on the lookout for someone, but didn't clarify who. My guess is is those enemies that she vaguely warned me about.
Bryan and a few of the others has been telling her to calm down, but she doesn't listen.
Today, I finally understood why.
Me, Lefty, and Freddy was watching the animatronics who were online today playing a game of baseball. One of them bought cheep baseball supplies from a website call "eBay" or something. I don't know exactly what that is, but Lefty told me it was shopping/selling website. Weird.
The ones who were playing where R.Foxy, El Chip, Baby, and my daughter Emily. There weren't enough animatronics to play an real game of baseball (with the bases, tagging a player out, and stuff like that). So instead they just took turns on pitching and batting.
It was Foxy's turn with the bat and Emily's turn to pitch.
Emily, never pitched before, threw the ball badly. It was a weak low ball. It didn't even get close enough for Foxy to hit it before it fell to the ground. She tried again when she got the ball back. Same thing happened again.
Emily stomped foot onto the ground as she huffed, "DANG IT!! I CANT GET IT RIGHT!!"
Foxy try to encourage her by saying, "Hey, it's ok. You just need to learn how to throw a bit harder."
"Uh, maybe it's because you using the wrong hand to throw the ball with, amigo." El Chip added and he pointed at the hand Emily was hold the cheep styrofoam baseball with.
I face-plamed so freaking hard on how stupid El Chip sounded saying something like that as Lefty shouted, "SHE'S LEFT-HANDED!!!" to which he was correct.
Emily is in fact... well... a lefty. Just like her mother. And Lefty, of course, was very proud of that fact. After all, being left-handed is basically his main thing. Which was obviously the reason why his name is Lefty.
