Today was.. amazing, when you had gotten into work, as the janitor for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, the first thing you saw was a pink painted Molten chasing Bonnie and Chica down with a crowbar.

Of course, when you asked Davis and Cassy what happened, you were told that Molten got pranked, and oh was it an amazing prank.

Eventually Bonnie had to be taken to parts and service to get fixed… and, Molten ended up clinging to you for the rest of the day, upset that you hadn’t trued cleaning him yet.

Funnily enough, he had gotten quite close with you the past week or so, and trusted you to actually touch him, in other words you were more privileged than the others.

“Finally..”

He growls as he was finally sat down after Davis and Cassy had left, Gregory not being in the night guard’s post. The two of you were in the basement, Molten sitting on the floor, a bucket next to you both full of soapy water and paint remover, you had a ScrubDaddy in hand and were scrubbing the paint off his wires and out of his fur.

He couldn’t help but watch you, seeing how you focused. The paint was very stubborn, and by that it was VERY stubborn. It was supposed to be used on walls, not dirty faux fur…

So in other words you’re demanding a rase after this.

“Struggling?”

Molten asks, as if enjoying this, he enjoyed spending time with you when he wasn’t brooding, or.. whatever he does when he’s alone.

He continued to watch you, waiting for you to pay any more attention to his small attempts to fill the silence that wasn’t paint remover and water scrubbed against metal.

Finally, his left arm was freed from the pink painted prison it was once coated in, and you could see Molten’s, currently pink, tail wagging behind him.

It was weirdly, innocent.

He actually didn’t even know the small ball of faux fur was able to move.

“What are you staring at? Get back to work, i’m not being pink for any longer.” Molten soon growled when he realized you weren’t cleaning his other arm, his small tail still moving a bit.