"Lefty currently alone in a small repair room, a tiny room out of the way of the other animatronics.. Up until the now, the pattern of Leftys existence has been that of lying in his bed or standing on his stage, reading books, listening to a radio, eating, napping, shopping - and waiting for something different to happen. Lefty doesn't know it yet, but his period of waiting has just ended, for something different is about to happen to him, has in fact already begun to happen, via two most unaccountable telephone calls in the middle of a stormy night, telephone calls routed directly through - the Twilight Zone."

Leftys POV

My legs were broken, so I couldn't move and was stuck, to a bed that Bryan set up for me; he even put a little rotary phone.
Don't know why, but it was excellent. It was the only phone I could use because mine was broken.
" It's storming pretty bad you good being here alone?" Bryan asked me, wiping his hands clean of oil.
"I'll be fine. I've got the phone, a got a flashlight, and I have your plush with me." I said, smiling.
Bryan looked annoyed when I mentioned the plush but then calmly said,
"Ok but if you get scared, my numbers on speed dial." Bryan said before leaving me by my lonesome.

I spent half the storm talking to the plushie Bryan when the phone rang; I thought it was Bryan and picked up.
"Hello?" I said, picking up the Receiver.
It wasn't Bryan; it was just static, no voice.
"Hello?" I said.
Static,
"Hello?" I said, getting a little scared. I hung up, thinking it was a prank call.

The phone rang again; I Hesitated to pick it up. But I did, it wasn't static now it was moaning, loud moaning, I terrified shouted.
"Who is this!!" I screamed into the phone.
Then I heard a voice, a raspy and Masculine voice
"Hello? Where are you? I want to talk to you."
I scared I shout,
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I yell and hang up.
I quickly dial Bryans number, and he picks up I told him everything that happened, and he said he said he'd talk to the phone company and find out where the calls came from.

(Time skip storms over)
The phone ringing awakened me, I answered, and it was Bryan,
"Hey lefty I talked to the phone company, and they said that no calls were made last night beside the one you made to me." Bryan said, explaining to me.
"What how is that possible?" I ask, and he said that one of the lines went down.
"Yeah the line fell in the junk yard the owner is foxing it"
The junkyard?
"Bryan can you come and get me?."
I asked Bryan, and he said yes but where I wanted, to go and I said.
"The junkyard your at."
Bryan drove me to the junkyard and gave me a pair of legs from another model, and I went over to the broken line with the help of the mechanic and found the track it snapped and fell over onto a.... Burned and destroyed animatronic.

"Molten?" I said almost crying
The mechanic just looked at me and said,
"Whos molten?" he said confused.
"He was a friend I had to destroy for the greater good," I said a few artificial tears coming out my eye. I ran back to Bryan and told him everything.

We went back to the park, and I immediately went to the repair room and went to the phone and picked up the phone and was greeted by a dial tone and said into the noise.
"Molten? Molten are you there?" nothing
I then began pleading.
"Molten, please answer me. I want to hear your voice."
Then out of the silence, I heard moltens voice say,
"You........ Said......... To leave........ You....... Alone" he said before the dial tone returns.
I break down on the floor and shout into the emptiness,

"According to the Bible, God created the heavens and the Earth. It is man's prerogative - and woman's - to create their own particular and private hell. Case in pointlefty, who in every sense has made his own bed and now must lie in it, sadder, but wiser, by dint of a rather painful lesson in responsibility, transmitted from the Twilight Zone."