(Thar will be 2 POVs in 1 POV in this part only).

(Bold be Lefty's POV. Regular be Molten's POV. Bold 'n underline be both o' them thinkin' th' same thin').

(Trust me, when I did this first one, I was so confused on what to type).

This one (two?) POV will be short.

Molten and Lefty's POV
Where is Bryan? Where could Bryan be? Last time I saw Bryan was when we all scattered. He might be in his room, at the hotel.

Molten's POV
"Lefty? I think Bryan might be in his room at the hotel." I told Lefty. "You might be right. He might be hiding in his room." Lefty told me. We both headed to the hotel to see if Bryan was in his room and safe. When we got to the room, we saw Twisted Foxy trying to comfort Bryan, who was sobbing. "N-No, please! Father! Stop it!" Bryan slept talked.

Twisted Foxy's POV
"Bryan! Wake up!" I shouted while shaking him. "NOO!" Bryan yelled, breathing heavily. "Bryan?!" We both heard someone say. "Molten? Lefty? What are you two doing here?" I asked them. They explained that they wanted to see if Bryan was safe. "But why was Bryan talking about his father in his sleep?" Molten asked. I looked at Bryan and gave him a look of 'Can I tell them?' Bryan nodded. "Okay, guys, you might want to sit down because what I'm about to tell you will piss you off." I told them. They both sat down. "Okay, so, Bryan isn't his real name. His real name is Evan, Evan Afton. His father abuses, and he rapes him when he gets home." I told them both. "He what?!" Molten asked, ticked off.

Molten's POV
"Can I have his name?" I asked. "Alexander, why?" Bryan asked. I said something that I would never shout in front of someone. "I'm going to murder him! I will NOT allow MY best friend ABUSED by t-that BASTARD!" I yelled. "Best friend? We aren't friends, Molten." Bryan said. "Well, you're friends with Sammy, right. Or better yet, Sammy Emily?" I asked. I glanced at Lefty, and he was looking down, muttering: My little brother, where did you go. I miss you. "Yes, I am his friend. How do you know his name?" Bryan asked me. "Because..." I stopped before I could start again. I sighed. "Because I am Sammy. It's me, your best friend. I am Sammy Emily, Evan." I told him. Lefty looked up. "Little Brother?" Lefty asked me. "Huh? What do you mean, little Brother, Lefty?" I asked him. "Heh, I'm astounded that you can't even recognize your big sister." Lefty said to me, giggling.

Author's POV
Ahoy creator? Yeah, Twisted Foxy? Can I 'ave some popcorn? Sure. *Notices you.* Oh, hey, reader! I didn't see you there. How do you like the story so far? I think I did pretty well! 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. Shut up, Terrance, leave me alone. ℱ𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. Good riddance.