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The day had been okay. Several kids complained about Bonnie’s absence, but there wasn’t much she could do about that. Kat had been told, vaguely, that Bonnie had been hurt and the endo Davis was gone, but otherwise she didn’t know anything else. It wasn’t ideal to have both Funtime Freddy and Bonnie out of commission, them being fan favorites and all, but all she could do was wait for parts and hope their(?) Davis could fix it. Sitting in her office, she gently rubbed one of the bruises on her arm. Davis had given her quite the scare. She was lucky she was okay. Slowly, she shut her laptop, mentally running through the checklist of the closing priorities she’d finished. It was about time for her to head home anyway. After all, the sooner she left the safer she was. She stood up, tucking her laptop under her arm and headed for the door. When she exited, she immediately noticed the animatronic lying face-up on the ground near the corridor to the main area.
“Davis?” she called, confused and a bit worried. At his name, Davis seemed to move, like he was going to get up, then gave up.
“Hi Kat,” he replied in a strained voice.
“Are you okay? What are you doing on the floor?”
Davis laughed softly, again in that strained way, “I don’t know. I’m an animatronic, but somehow my back is killing me.”
“And you decided to lay on the floor?”
“Well, I tried to go to a chair,” Davis said, single eye glancing towards the main area, “but I guess I just couldn’t make it.”
“I’m sorry, I can try to help you up,” Kat offered, reaching to try to prop him up.
With a grunt and a bit of help from Davis himself, he was sitting upright. His face was scrunched with discomfort. Kat knew she couldn’t really help. Pain medication obviously wouldn’t work, and she wasn’t strong enough to help him over to a chair, despite Davis’ model(?) being lighter than the others that were here. She did know one thing though: Molten made him like this.
"Can Molten help?"
Kat thought Molten could maybe fix whatever was causing him to be in pain or at least was strong enough to move him somewhere more comfortable. Davis was quiet for a moment, considering the question, then sighed.
“I suppose… I don’t know where he is though. He might still be in the basement,” he muttered.
“I could go check-“
“No.” he cut her off, “I don’t want you going down there.”
A moment of silence stretched between the two. Kat understood, to some extent. Davis had died down there. Was there really anything dangerous in the shallower levels though? Would it really hurt for her to check?
“He might’ve come back up already,” Davis commented, breaking the quiet, “If you can just… look around here?”
“Okay,” Kat nodded.
She wasn’t about to argue with the man who was literally in crippling pain. Standing from her half kneeling position, she turned towards the main area. She started looking around the garage first. If Molten was still in the basement, maybe he’d come out while she searched the rest of the garage. It only took a minute or two to check, but she could not find Molten in the garage. Hesitantly, she looked toward the blocked off door that led to the basement. It wouldn’t hurt to check… she didn’t need to go down, maybe she could just call Molten’s name from the stairs. However, as she walked over and opened the door, she felt unnerved. The stairway was dark, solely lit by the dim light in the garage. The complete silence was deafening.
“Um,” her confidence waned as her small voice echoed down the stairway, “Molten?”
“What do you want?” the broken voice came loudly and suddenly from behind her.
Before she knew it she was shouting, then screaming as she lost her balance and felt herself start to fall down the stairs. Not again! Claws firmly grabbed her shoulder and arm, violently halting her fall. She winced as the metal pressed against her bruises. Mismatch blue and red eyes glinted smugly at her.
“You really are easy to scare,” he sneered, setting her back on her feet.
She laughed nervously, hoping Molten would move so she wouldn’t be trapped in the entry to the basement. He didn’t.
“Why are you looking for me?”
“Oh- uh um, Davis is- um...”
“Spit it out.”
"Davis is hurt,” Kat blurted, “well, not hurt. No one hurt him. I think, didn’t actually ask. He’s hurting. He said his back hurt?”
Molten’s initial alarm at Kat’s statement visibly relaxed as she explained further.
"Where is he?”
“He’s in the area outside my office. He was lying on the ground but he’s sitting up now. He said he was trying to go to a chair but um, he didn’t make it?”
She was only under Molten’s scrutinizing gaze for a moment longer before he stalked away toward where Davis was. Kat followed slowly behind him. After entering the door that led to the back area, Molten stood over Davis, who was half-heartedly propped against the wall.
“How’s the floor, dumbass?” Davis remained quiet, his eye scrunched closed and face locked in a grimace. The sound of shaky breathing came from his voice box. Molten grew serious at the lack of reply or quip.
"I thought you said you’d sit down if it got too bad.”
“Hard to sit… when you’re running for-“ Davis paused, taking deep breaths again as if it would sooth the pain, “running for your life.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Carefully, Molten slid one arm under Davis’ knees, another behind his back, and lifted him up from the floor.
“Is he gonna be okay?” Kat asked as Molten began to leave.
“Fine, just needs some repairs. Go home Kat.”
With that Molten was gone and Kat was left to herself. Kat could finally go home… and hopefully not get jumped by a clown.