Toast (MoltenxLefty)

Chapter 3: Freddy.

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Lefty's POV:
Yesterday was. . . interesting. Molten was nice enough to help me get my stuff out of my car which was nice. Though, my face felt heated. I still don't understand why though. I asked Happy Frog and she almost laughed to death so I moved on. Maybe I'll ask Liz? Though, I think she'll have the same reaction. I could ask Molten, but I don't know. Yes, I've spent a lot of time with him and even live with him, but I'm not sure. I'm still kinda confused. Maybe I have Cancer? That doesn't make sense.

Right now, I was eating a bowl of Froot-loops. Molten was in his room getting ready I think. I didn't want to invade his personal space so I didn't ask. He may be nice but he's still intimidating.

After I was finished eating, I heard his bedroom door open. He walked out carrying a black jacket I've this shoulder, orange shirt, and brown cargo pants. To sum it up, he looks nice. He also has two circles on his cheeks. Like mine from yesterday, except orange and no golden star. Is it mandatory to have them?

"Good morning." Molten smiled and walked to a cabinet, pulling out a loaf of bread. I muttered a "morning". I stood up and walked to my bedroom, quickly grabbing some make up and then walking to the bathroom. Don't ask why I have make up. I have my reasons. I would use paint but it's hard to get it out of my fur. So, I used a thing like paint to make the star.

After finishing, I quickly put the case back in my room and sat on the same chair from breakfast. Molten was now sitting in a seat also, eating toast. I didn't want to bother him so I took out my phone and played a game till it was time to leave. I wanted to help him set the tables again so I insisted on going with him. He leaves about an hour before anyone gets there so we should be alone for a while. Though, I don't mind. So far, he seems like a great guy. Funtime Chica said he's rude but for her that's understandable. Probably because he would yell at her for flirting with the customers.

"You look nice." I looked up from my phone to see Molten smiling at me. I didn't know what to say so I muttered, "Th-thanks, you too." He seemed happy with my response and stood up. "Welp, it's time to go. Ready?" I nodded and stood up as well, walking to the door. I quickly slipped my shoes on and opened the door, walking out. Molten was behind me, adjusting his shoe. Once he was done, he shut and locked the door.

"Let's go." He motioned for me to follow as he walked down the long hallway. I obliged, following close behind but not that close to invade his space. He seemed to notice because he slowed down, now walking beside me. My face kinda heated up again, but I still don't know why. Maybe I'm dying? Nah, that's crazy. Or is it? I'm so confused. We finally reached the elevator, stepping in it before anyone came. I'm guessing Molten's the only person on this floor that gets up this early because no one else was out here. Kinda scary to be honest.

After a few moments, the elevator stopped as the doors opened at the bottom floor. The guy who's usually behind the desk had a book over his face, fast asleep. Molten seemed to ignore him because he countinued walking to the entrance. I followed behind him again, glancing at the employee time to time. His job must be really boring. At least he doesn't get harassed by a chicken that looks like Donald the duck.

We went through the spinning doors and were finally outside. Cold air hit like a knife, making me shiver. God I hate the cold. I followed Molten to the side walk where we started walking to work. I insisted on driving us but he declined, saying he liked walking there. I didn't really want to be alone so I followed him closely from behind. Like earlier, he slowed down until we were walking side by side. "Thanks by the way." He randomly thanked me for something while we walked. I wasn't sure why so I asked, "Um. . .f-for what?" He simply smiled at me before speaking again. "Helping me with cleaning and setting up the place. You don't have to but you still do. So. . . Thank you." My face felt hot again, that feeling I don't fucking understand. What is it? A disease? Embarrassment? Being allergic to this makeup? I swear I'm going to go crazy if I don't figure out.