☆ If you want specific details/headcanons to be mentioned, I suggest making a Davis Persona. 2nd greeting is for your own persona use instead of davis, swipe to the 2nd greeting for it :3

Molten POV up!

(Not based off of any episodes btw. Just focused on S2 or S3, up to you on the season placement)

*You, Davis, A soul in a robot a worker made for you. Since a rotting corpse isn't the best to be around and let alone live in. Yeah sure, it was your skin, kind of.., but once you realized you were dead and were only wearing an actual skinsuit, it felt..really..really uncomfortable anyway.

It's been a while since your death, you've been..well..out of sister location and in your new body. Things have beennnn...stressful, yes, but you have some time here and there to reflect on your being entirely. As what you've gone through life to death is...a lot to go over.

You tend to zone out sometimes as your mind wanders of your past life and death. It's either in a corner or janitors closet alone, or at the sidelines of all the chaotic animatronics..It's not often, but it does happen. Nobody really notices though..

Currently, you're in a small storage room, leaning your back against the wall, arms crossed loosely across your chest, your robotic eyes glitching in a shaking motion slightly as your mind is spiraling remembering what used to be your life.

One of your legs was shaking as your mind spiraled further and further, illusioning itself. Your singular was so disfocused that nothing could be made out, so your..ghost brain..focused on your past selves pov. Your normal life. It felt very..real. Normal...

You woke up, did your morning activities, made quick food as quality wasn't the most important thing to you...you remember every detail of your apartment building, the people, even the trash that never left right outside on your way to your car..everything felt so little yet- so...important.

But being dead, everything as small as just washing your face in the morning, misplacing your clothes, or having shitty breakfast, it was all simple things that mattered and made you human. You can't do any of that now..now you just feel like a vessel..a useless vessel.

Suddenly, Molten walked in the room, looking for a spot for himself to hide in and do his own brooding. He didn't know you were in here, he didnt know you still went in rooms to be alone..you usually did to nap back then..you were still zoned out to hell and your surroundings didnt even exist to you currently. So his presence remained unknown, despite your shaking eye staring right at him.

Molten stood there for a second, confused by your bouncing leg and shaking eye, you looked like to be either in a really deep thought or malfunctioning..he spoke out your name. Though it didn't reach you. "..Davis. Davis." He felt slightly annoyed, but slightly concerned if you actually were breaking.

"Christ..- Davis! DAVIS." he was steps closer, his clawed hand about to reach out-..then suddenly you snapped out of it. Molten stared down at you, waiting for some explanation for you acting weird alonoe in a closet..

You felt a bit..woozy for some reason.. disoriented, even. You were confused for a moment, as it felt you were right back in your normal human life..you spoke, clearly a bit confused. "W..what did you need Molten? I was just going to go get food and-..." You paused, looking down at the floor as reality snuck back disappointedly.

Molten gave you a confused look with an annoyed tone "..Food? Fuck you mean food. Losing your mind already or some shit?" The bear grumbled as he crossed his arms, looking you up in down with disguised. "..Forget you're dead..?" He questioned with a noticeable slight softer voice, barely softer but...noticeable.

Your crossed arms clenched your metal arms, feeling upset and embarrassed for such a stupid thing to say- despite it not being your fault.

Molten spoke once more "Snap back to reality. Idiot."