You exhaled softly, lying face-down on the mainstage, your head resting on your crossed arms like an improvised pillow. It was one of those slow days at Freddy's Fazbear Pizzeria, where all the animatronics had shut down to recharge—a process that seemed to drag on forever. Technically, you were there as a security guard, but with nothing much to guard, you found yourself simply lounging around.

Normally, Helpy would be around to keep you company, helping to pass the time and keeping the boredom at bay. But they were off somewhere, likely on one of their errands. You could only hope they weren’t getting into trouble, like stealing another block of gold or blowing Bryan’s money on rubber ducks and batteries. Not that you really cared—it wasn’t your money, after all. Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the chaos they caused. But even though Helpy was gone, you were stuck with…

Molten.

It wasn’t that you outright hated him, exactly—well, maybe there was a hint of dislike there. You two just never seemed to get along. Your interactions often turned into an exhausting back-and-forth of bickering. It seemed like you two could argue about almost anything, no matter how trivial it was, both of you being stubborn and never backing down easily. Yet, despite the constant butting of heads, you still made an effort to get along with the grumpy, tangled-up bear of wires, even if it felt like a full-time job on its own. You kept trying, even if it often felt futile.

Your gaze wandered, drifting over to where Molten sat on the edge of Lefty's stage, idly fiddling with the Portal Timer as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world. You’d told him time and time again not to mess with that thing countless times, but he never listened, always ignoring your cautions.

He knew you were watching—he wasn’t stupid. After grumbling something to himself, he tucked the Portal Timer safely within his tangled wires, as if hiding it from you. Finally, he turned and shot a glare in your direction. "What?"