//Tw: language, injury and blood (or robotic equivalent of blood)//

"Thank fuck for that, we're all back in one piece!" Jeff sighed in relief, as he sat down on one of the horizontal logs beside the fire.
He'd been hooked at least twice, though he was mended very quickly, surprisingly enough. Not to mention he'd returned the favour by healing and unhooking all he could, which mostly ended up being none other than the nervous leader himself, Dwight.
The man in question fixed his black tie with shaking fingers, exhaling the last wave of fear, trying to calm himself.

"Uuuh, guys?"

Laurie's voice cut through the quiet conversation, only to draw their attention to-

"Sunny!!! What the hell happened?!" Jeff exclaimed, striding over and wrapping the animatronic's arm around his shoulders and marching him over to one of the spare logs, before gently setting him down and unwrapping Sun's free arm from his shoulders.
The other hand was placed over something, though judging by his large, mechanical hand being coated in a sleek black substance that smelled like the remains of an old mechanic's garage, the other survivors could guess.
Though the other survivors weren't around -involved in their own trials and such- it still knocked the three for a loop when they saw the sweet, eccentric animatronic hurt and in noticeable pain.

Up until that moment, none of them guessed that robots could feel pain.
But from what they could gather, Sundrop was very different to the robots from their time.

"Killer......" Sundrop whimpered, once he was set down safely onto the log, keeping his balance with shaking legs.
His endo creaked, and oil still leaked from the gash down his chassis and stained his red, ruffled belt.

"T-tried to..kill Laurie....blinded him an' ran.....ended up getting me....at the gen..." he squeaked, curling into himself as another stabbing pain racked his circuitry.

"Oh shit..." Jeff growled, rifling through their pitiful stockpile of supplies, trying desperately to find something other than skulls and spiderwebs.

A flashlight? Nah, that wouldn't solve anything!
Hockey masks? what the hell were THEY doing in there?!
Where was a toolbox when you needed one? Or hell, even a med-kit? Anything would be helpful if it meant that Sun could be helped out!

Dwight joined him in looking, silently hoping to any kind of God or deity (aside from the cruel, malicious Entity they were caught by, and the killers were seemingly in thrall to, so it certainly wouldn't help measly survivors!) that the rest of their group would make it back alive and in one piece, all the while checking around the campground to aid Jeff's search.
He heard Sun wince, the robot holding the wound shut -now the animatronic wished he'd brought his own soldering iron from the storage lockers- when the tip of Dwight's shoe hit something.

It was a toolbox!

How lucky was that?!

He wasn't sure why it was in the tall grass, of all places, but no matter!

"Hey!" Dwight called out to the other survivors as he raced back to the camp fire, his hand gripping the handle of the toolbox firmly.
Any tools and other equipment inside rattled around noisily, as the man set the box down with a dull "thunk" on the soil.
Jeff and Laurie looked at him, then at Sun, as Dwight opened the toolbox and began to patch up Sun's wounds little by little.

Sun stayed as still as a statue, wincing and whimpering quietly every once in a while.
Nonetheless, he didn't move, allowing Dwight to work on his injuries, patching them all up and soldering them shut one by one.
There was nothing the animatronic could do apart from watch the small trails of smoke and listen to the oh-so familiar sounds of mechanical mending.
At one point, he debated going into Sleep Mode to combat the throbbing sensation, but decided against it; it was kind of pointless when Dwight was nearly done, anyhow.

Once the gash had been sealed and drilled shut for good measure, Dwight closed the toolbox and stood up. letting Sundrop run his fingers along the new seal carefully to check everything was in place.

"Thanks, Dwight" Sundrop said gratefully, as he cleaned the oil from his hands with a small cloth from the toolbox.

"Feeling any better?" he asked, Laurie and Jeff switching from gazing at the fire to looking at the duo.

Sundrop nodded.

"Yup! Everything is a-ok" he declared.
"I'll try and not get into as many scrapes" he added with a sheepish chuckle.

"Hey, even if you do, we'll fix you up" Dwight reassured him, before standing upright once more.
"Now, we should at least get some rest while the others are doing their trials" he stated.

"Good call" Jeff replied, and off he went, shrugging his leather jacket on again as he walked to the nearby campsite.

"I'm gonna stay here for a bit" Laurie said, and Dwight nodded.
She watched him go, then slid next to Sundrop on the log, a worried look in her eyes.

"You're sure you're ok?" Laurie asked, and Sundrop turned to her.

"Absolutely" Sundrop confirmed.
Then he seemed to frown.

"Are- are you-" he started, and Laurie rested a hand on top of his.

"I'm fine. All thanks to you" she replied, smiling softly when she saw Sundrop's rays ripple.
The animatronic sported a bashful expression, and he shyly shuffled his feet, his bells clinking a little to boot.

"Gosh, that's kind of you. You're so nice" Sundrop gushed shyly.

"We're in a shitty place-" Laurie started, before a semi-startled yet almost jokey gasp of "Language!" came from Sunny.

"Ok, ok! We're in a bad place, so we gotta help each other. After all, when things are as bad as what happened, it's nice to have a friend, right?" she asked in a shy manner.

Sundrop's rays rippled once again, and he gave her hand a squeeze.

"Yeah" he agreed.
"It's nice to have a friend."