Springtraps "Friend"

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(700-800 more words than the last chapter. Got lazy lol.)

Molten watched the pizzeria from the ventilation system, his sensitive ears picking up Bryans automated lines that he would say each morning, just with slight alterations every time he said them. Molten could say most from memory by now from how many times he had heard them.

Molten slid open the vent and then clung to the ceiling just behind Bryan as he listened to what the others had to say.

"Hello everyone!"

"Ugh, Bryans here." Groaned Chica, one of the three at the small table set up on stage. This consisted of Mr. Hippo and also Foxy with her. Mr. Hippo just heaved a sigh of disappointment after Chica spoke.

Rockstar Foxy turned, slight annoyance in his voice, but he seemed pretty happy to see Bryan. "Hello Bryan!" (Foxy good boi, he cares about Bryan, he doesn't like how others treat him ☺️)

"Welcome back." Grumbled Afton, putting on a 'happy-go-lucky' voice. Chica then said something about her blueberry pancakes as Bryan answered to all if these negative greetings.

"Well, that was kinda anticlimactic! Cause I have been having a GREAT day to-" Bryan froze at the sight of Molten when he looked up, and Molten could see the fear in his face, which was suddenly replaced with relief. "Oh, Molten!" Exclaimed Bryan, a smile on his face and hands on his hips.

Molten only gave a snarky grin. "It's been a while, hasn't it Bryan? Miss me already!" Chica rolled her eyes, letting out a bitchy 'ya.'

"What is that thing!?" Growled Afton, surprise and fear in his voice. Mr. Hippo mirrored Afton's questions, just not as harshly, to which Chica replied with a simple, 'Molten Freddy.' Molten met Afton's eyes. Afton knew who he was, and this was just a ploy. Molten hated Afton for tricking Bryan and the others, including himself before. Afton had used his insatiable need for validation against him, but for now he had to calm the hell down.

Bryan grinned. "That's Molten, Afton! We found him in the vents." Came the quick, short and sweet explanation from Bryan about Molten.

Afton cleared his throat. "So you gotta tell me that this thing is what has been scaring a few of ya'll?" Bryan looked puzzled as he glanced around at his animatronics and shrugged.

"Orville protect me!" Whispered Mr. Hippo, hiding behind Orville. Molten just gave a soft smile as he let himself fall down to the group, and slowly walked up to Afton. Him and Afton held each other's gaze, and this time Afton spoke first.

"I know you!" This statement came with a cruel, twisted smile. Molten tilted his head a bit before letting out a airy laugh. "I know you too~!" Molten cried out. Afton just laughed, this was a dark, heavy laugh, and Molten just let out a little annoyed laugh, "and of course you would know me!" Molten continued.

Afton's grin just grew. "Long time no see~ friend!" Then his hand went out, right between the two. Cassidy, who was standing between Molten and Afton, poked at Afton's hand, and when Afton didn't react the child just vanished into thin air.

Molten decided to stare Afton in the eyes before replying.

"I guess I could say the same to you~!" Molten then clasped his hands behind his back, refusing Afton's hand shake. Afton let out a low grumble, but made no comment of Molten behavior. That hand shake meant that Molten would work with Afton. Afton's hand shakes meant a deal, a mutual benefit, even though Afton was lying right through his fake, robotic teeth. And, Molten didn't need that validation this time.

At least not from Afton.

He could receive the validation he craved so badly from Bryan, or the other animatronics. Maybe even Lefty. The need for validation had been carved into his AI. For as long as he could remember, validation is what he would work off of, helping whoever could give him validation. This had led him to him trying to impress Rockstar Freddy in the past, it led to him listening to Foxy when the two shared a body, and then helping Afton with his diabolical plan.

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