(In which I bullshit my lack of knowledge on robotics, with way more bullshit!)
(Contains swearing)

A good five minutes had passed, Just with molten and lefty walking slowly out of the lefty area.
The pair had just reached the other side of the Ferris wheel, lefty still heavily leaning on molten when he could.
Molten at one point even offered to carry lefty, since he was so wobbly and in general mangled.

Lefty had refused, very hesitantly.

He wanted to walk on his own- Even if it was bad for his very injured innards.

But finally, they had left lefty's grey concreted pavement , and started walking towards the office.
Molten hadn't attempted to speak to lefty again yet, just watching him like a hawk.

Lefty didn't comment on it, after all. It was cause he was concerned, and mildly curious.

Attempting the fill the silence as he dragged his feet, lefty spoke- again, forgetting just how mangled his systems were for a moment... all that came out was a screechy warbling sound. Molten in turn huffed a small laugh, speaking seriously.
"Yes?" Lefty smiled, using his working arm to basically do miniature charades, trying to convey a conversation..

Molten just blinked, and stared.

Emitting a garbled sigh noise, lefty focused on walking.
(Aswell as not tripping or collapsing..)

Soon they got closer, the office building easily in view.

Lefty was aware, molten was definitely walking slow for him.. and that it would've been quicker to be carried, but...
If he was alive, after supposedly Dieing.. couldn't he risk it? Just to walk?

Molten, who still was watching like a hawk, hell, almost stalking lefty with how hard he was being stared at,
started walking to the garage side entrances, so they could go right into the workshop..

Most likely to fix what he could of lefty, and or figure out how his systems were even online.

Lefty followed

He always would follow

~~Once inside~~

Molten watched carefully, as lefty dragged himself up onto the table.
He was still shocked lefty could even walk, in his condition..
And he assumed lefty walked from his grave to the laugh house..

If the dirt was any evidence... but

It was just... so, impossible...

Molten frowned, moving to hook up a few wires as he made small talk, wanting to fill in..

"You can hear me... at least, but your systems- which I know are broken, like your voice box and the systems linking to apps... don't work.. so, it's not... anyway, Id be surprised if they did."
Lefty once again, nodded. (Tho it looked a bit odd, as he was laid flat on the workshop table.)

Even so, molten seemed mainly to be muttering mid sentence, he understood the premise- hell.
Lefty himself, didn't know why or how he could live.
So the odd questions and clarification was fine,
especially since he quite literally ... died

Aswell as the fact that molten was molten.

Molten opened up lefties chest cavity, the damage was still there.. so what was diffrent? The oil had stopped flowing and leaking... mainly because it all now stained lefties suit... but still,
How was lefty working?

He didn't have a soul, or even his memory card in..

Wait-!

"Lefty... How... much do you remember?"

The question was dead serious, as molten locked eyes with lefties- well, lefties still damaged and hanging eye.

Could he even see..?

Lefty smiled, confused slightly. Giving a thumbs up with the non dislocated arm.

So... he remembers, from what he can communicate anyway.. but, what actually is the damage level from his perspective?

"..that's a yes, okay. Lefty, are... your sensors on?"

Lefty paused, body stilling. Before he moved his hand to gesture to his eye, and then to body. Head tilted.

A question, eye sensors? Or body sensors?...

Molten didn't want to answer. If... the body sensors were working, the chances were... he had felt everything...

But, he confirmed anyway.

"Body sensors, Can you feel anything."

Lefty's eye's pupil shifted around the room, deciding to look at walls.

A silent yes.

A silent yes, yes he could feel.

Feel pain.

...Feel all the pain...

Molten sighed... dejectedly moving to touch lefties good arm, carefully giving it a what hopefully felt reassuring squeeze.
"I'm... so sorry, I couldn't....
....Couldn't fix you, before"

~~.....~~

Lefty wanted to scream, that molten HAD fixed him... so much, and so often.. who cares if he failed this time?
Who cares if that... if that lead to this weird dead~alive stage?....

Molten had always done so much for him.. and, lefty was grateful.

Moving (slowly) to sit up on the table, chest cavity still open.. he smiled at molten.
Moving slowly, arm wrapping around his shoulder, and hugging him.

Hoping to convey... that it was fine, that... that he was alive, now.. even if it might unexplainable..
He was alive.

"Your always still lefty... huh?" Molten dry chuckled. Before smiling, stepping back from the hug, quickly closing lefty's chest cavity.

(Tho there still was a huge gash in the metal molten could literally see in.)

Walking around the table, to the laptop connected to it, for robotics coding, he started getting it ready.

If he was to work on leftys inner systems, he first had to turn off body sensors-
Who knew how broken and glitched they were,
one wrong touch could feel like he had shocked lefty if they were to scrambled.

And who knows how much pain lefty already felt, molten didn't need to ADD to that.

Accessing the laptop was easy, routine. Even, but... Often the body sensors were turnt of manually, in this situation.. the manual way, which was the animatronic mentally doing it... Was greatly unstable.

Specifically because lefty didn't have a memory chip in right now,
which, in itself was confusing.

How the hell could lefty even function?

Ah- anyway.

So thru coding, molten would have to figure out if the body sensors even still reacted to the disable command.

If they did, that'd be best.. if not,
Molten would have to actually go thru lefties broken circuits to find the one that contained the body sensors, and then just manually determine if it could be detached or disconnected.

That would take a while, and potentially complicate the frail- no, DEAD, systems.

So... coding it is, molten got to work quickly,
plugging a usb in to lefty's (fortunately) unharmed USB port.. then scrolling thru the files.

Alwhilst, lefty stayed stuck in thought... thinking, about... things..
And about what the fuck what was happening

Like coming back from the animatronic equivalent to death.

Hah, this... was funny, sort of...

In a twisted way, honestly.

With a (garbled) sigh, lefty relaxed, and tried to ignore the feeling of the dried oil stuck to his suit.
And the dried..mud, and the dried dirt..

And the dried tears.