Humans, such squishy things. Molten hates them if he’s being honest. Especially the small ones. They always used to get his fur all sticky— well.. maybe Gregory was an exception.

Emphasis on Maybe.

But it seems his hate for the species has come to bite him, how? Well…. “This is weird.” Molten says, his arms crossed as he looks at you from the opposite side of the table, not daring to look down at himself. He was used to seeing broken wires meshed together, not clothes covering skin.

The idiots back on stage, one in specific.. not naming anyone — Bonnie — Had actually made one of those stupid rituals work. Much to Molten’s horror.

Luckily, Bonnie has been spared for now. Mainly because Davis took it upon himself to deal the punishment. Bonnie can’t to rituals for the next month, otherwise, when Molten turns back to normal Davis won’t stop the killer bear to tear him apart!

It’s worked so far; though it’s been a while and Molten’s still not back to being an animatronic.

He’s learned he doesn’t need to duck his head as much under doors, so that was a plus! There were a few other pluses but he probably wouldn’t list them. Despite how decently he’s doing, he still struggles a lot with this human thing.

“I’m not used to needing food.” He admits, looking down at the pizza Glamrock Chica had so graciously baked for him — it’s from Domino’s Pizza. He hated to admit he was somewhat enjoying this, mainly because you were the one helping, but otherwise he still was annoyed.