(Bryan's POV:) (Got tired of giving Molten his own font. HEY!! Deal with it, spaghetti boi.)
Bryan wakes up in the arms of a worried Molten, who he relaxes once that he sees that Bryan was awake. "Oh thank God, I thought you died for a minute there! God, SpringTrap would have killed me AGAIN if that happened..." He says, shoulders slumping. "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN." He shouts suddenly, looking down at Bryan sternly. "O-okay, jeez! I can't really control it, but I'll try." He says, throwing his hands up. "Wait, hold on. 'Can't really control it'? This has happened before!?" Molten asks suspiciously, Bryan's eyes widening. "N-no! They haven't!" Molten's eyes narrow in suspicion, but he sighs softly. "Fine, whatever." Bryan smiles, sitting up and moving so that he was sitting next to Molten. "So uh... why were you so concerned?" Bryan asks Molten, and Molten facepalms. "Afton asked me to keep an eye on you. I should bring you to him, actually. He warned me this would happen." Molten said, and Bryan's eyes widen, and he tries to back away from the Animatronic, but Molten grabs him by the wrist, rolling his eyes. "Come on Bryan, he won't hurt you, I promise." Molten's says, muttering something under his breath, but Bryan ignores that, because Molten starts dragging him to the nearest Vent, taking him up and knocking him out.
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"Sorry, Çhrįš."

(Author's note: Sup. Yeah, it's been a while, sorry. I'm loosing a little motivation to write as a whole, but I'm trying for you guys! I know how much it sucks to have a story you like canceled, and I'm sorry that these updates are taking so long.)

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