Bad Business Owner | TFF

Chapter 3

Sorry it's short, writer's block hates me.

\\3rd POV//

"So let me get this straight. Springtrap, back when he was William Afton, left a lot of debt in the business. It's only just come up, and now you have to get rid of it. No one is able to lend you money, and you don't have any way to pay off the debt."

"That sounds about right..." Bryan agreed.

Molten just looked speechless after summing it all up before finally saying, "Bryan, why haven't you told anyone? Freddy? Lefty? Helpy?"

"You know how they are! You know how they react! They'll just say it's my fault! They always do!" He yelled at the wire-animatronic. "It's always the Bad Business Owner's fault!"

Molten just stood there, shocked about the human's outburst, feeling a bit of guilt.

"Bryan," Spring walked over to him and placed his hand on the human's shoulder. "We'll find a way." (-To save the day, That's who we are! Sorry...)

"Yeah, you will." Molten said. "I'll see if I can help."

Spring looked to the mess of wires, "Thank you, Molten."

"No pressure, but how long do you have left? Y'know... Until we're closed..."

Bryan stuttered, "Uh, I-It's fine. D-Don't worry about it."

Spring stared Bryan in the eyes, "Bryan."

Bryan cracked under the pressure, "Okay, okay! Fine..." He looked away, unable to face the two animatronics in the room. "Two months..."

"I'm no expert..." Molten started. "But I'm pretty sure that's not long."

"Of course it isn't, Molten." Spring snapped at said animatronic. "Bryan, we'll help you. Right, Molten?" He looked at said robot, giving him a look that said, 'You have no choice'.

"Ugh." He sighed of annoyance, "Fiiiiiiiiine." (Moody teen.)

"Bryan, by any chance, do you know anyone who could help?" Spring asked him.

"Well... I do... But we haven't really talked for a while..."

"Are you on good terms?" Molten grumbled.

"Uh... I-I think so." Bryan rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness.

"You think so?" Spring wondered.

"Well... We kinda had a fight before I stormed out..." Bryan explained.

"Shit..." Molten mumbled, facepalming himself at this man's idiotic self.

"B-But I'm sure they can still help!"

"You better be right, Bryan. Because I don't know what else we're going to do." Spring told him.

"Don't worry! She's amazing at this type of thing."