(Italics is emphasis or thoughts, our story starts as molten finds lefty dead)

Molten walked slowly, contemplating his thoughts- He hadnt had the time to vist lefty in ages, Too busy working, and keeping everyone safe.

He wouldn't be mad............ right?
No lefty wouldn't be mad.
He couldn't be, not at molten.

Thinking about it, molten tried to recall when lefty had ever snapped at him, yelled with so much aggression...
He could only think of when lefty broke the glass under his feet, when he fell into the lava

Emitting something akin to a sigh, molten opened the Laugh house doors.
Expecting a 'hello' or a, 'Where've you been!'
But... instead he saw shadow Freddy, standing over the top of a mangle-bodied slump behind lefties microphone

Oh.

Molten growled a robotic garbled noise, as he dashed forward hooking his fist into a sharp clawed-punch.

But then, the shadow bear was gone.

Fucking shadows

Not having enough capacity in the moment to even attempt to search for the bear, he dove to the ground, turning the mess of oil and limbs over-

It couldn't be lefty
It WOULDNT be lefty...
Right? No.. no way, lefty, lefty was his friend.
Lefty was SAFE in the laugh house, he told him he was safe-

There- Now cradled on moltens lap, was lefty. His singular eye hanging out of its socket by a green wire, Oil heavily flowing from a cut thru his metal ranging from his neck to mid stomach. Systems inside sparking with electricity, wires cut and mangled flowing out of his shoulder where his arm was disconnected and hanging limp from being tugged, or cut off.
Molten acted quickly- so quickly he didn't have a plan by the time he managed to pick lefty up. Cradling his body with an arm under his knees, lefties broken sparking torn arm agaisnt moltens wire chest, and back supported by his left arm.
He had to get him to the repair room-
Would he even make it too there?
Would he be fixable?
How does he fix.... This?
Molten shook his head, kicking the laugh house door off its hinges, And hurrying out.

He needed.... Help

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At the repair room
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Molten was gasping out small  incomprehensible murmurs, he had stumbled into baby along the way. But he was finally there, and he could fix this? Fix lefty?
"Baby."
Baby perked up, nodding eagerly, "ye-yes? Yes molten..?" Molten let out another incomprehensible word, but spoke quickly "Go get Bryan and Jon, whoever's in Bryan's office. I don't care, just.. QUICKLY." Baby nodded, running, out the repair door.

Molten turnt back to lefty. He had to take off the mangled arm, so he could attempt to fix his major robotics in his chest, but he also had to back up lefties files and settings.
Was either really worth it? He's systems were already powered down, and his memory chip was damaged severely.
Fuck, IT had to be worth it.
Molten quickly grabbed a computer and started hooking up lefties memory core too it, to transfer it.
It was unsure how much would be retained... since it was bent nearly in half and chipped badly, but it'd be a chance.
Molten then moved on to taking off lefties damaged arm by unhooking the clump of tangled and damaged wires holding it on, by a few threads- or, as lefty would say, wiggly threads.

Once the arm was detached, molten turnt to grab a drill to get his chest panel off, when he heard foot steps hurdling towards the room.

Bryan.. and maybe jon

Molten continued to take off the chest peice, only to spot the slim form of a security puppet meshed under wires.
Molten had grown accustomed to the puppet under lefties suit, after repairing his friend so many times.
Normally he was able to leave it in, and work around it, but today he had no choice.

Scooting across the wires, and moving one of the endo skeletons rib-like pieces. He was able to shift the puppet, and grab it out. It was odd, the tall animtronic being able to curl up and move with lefties body. Molten had to angle it a bit, since the puppets arms were weirdly long. But finally molten heaved the bot out of lefties chest cavity without disturbing the systems which were already frail. He had to step back and drag the puppeteers feet, but managed to prop it up against the wall.
The puppet was an old design, the stripes and design weren't all that changed, but the bells on the newer designs were an diffrence that lefties puppet didn't have. Nor did the current present design have a cracked mask, but oh well.

Turning back to lefty in one quick stride, the repair room door opened, entering Jon,Davis,Bryan along with baby.
Jon let out a loud "what the fuck." Befor the humans rushed over to the table, Baby staying near the door looking upset.

Bryan exclaimed "what happened!? Molten! Wha, what happened to lefty!?" Molten couldn't be bothered to speak,Nor answer a trivial question like that.

It didn't matter what happened, it mattered if they could fix him!

Molten proceeded to start searching thru the drawers near the puppet. He needed a new endoskeleton for lefty.

Jon quickly started inspecting the damage, lefties voice box which was located near where a human collar bone would be, was sliced in half. Jon.... Had to think for a moment, lefties module was modified, the endoskeleton was more flexible then it should be for a lefty design, but that wasn't the point.

Jon needed to fix this.

Somehow.
Maybe.
Probably not.
He didn't know how.
How does Jon... fix this!?
It's a mess!

A mess.

Lefty was a mess, moltens friend, lefty.
A mess

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They had failed, horribly.

Lefties systems hadn't been able to be repaired, and his memory card was damaged. If they were to use it on a new lefty body, it'd be as if everything was blurry or had static over it.

The good ones go to soon, or, as lefty would say.

Laugh at a funeral before your visiting your own!

Molten had no idea if lefty had ever said that, to be honest
But it sounded something confusing, lefty would say.

Well.

Would've.
If he was alive, that is.
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