Seeing as Monty in the Ruin DLC could swim around in water even in his broken down ruined state, I assume he was specifically built to be able to dive into waters without mucking up his circuits too much.
Not just for the gator aesthetic, but also to fish up any golf balls that went into the lakes and canals at Gator Golf, to save on efforts from staff and cuz STAFF bots sure as heck couldn't get in there.
So Monty would definitely be the one animatronic of the pizzaplex built to swim and get around in water, as a function.
Unlike Moon, Sun doesn't leave the Afton Corporation's secret underground base seeing as his duties are to watch over the children that his fellow Glamrock's bring back to the compound for experimentation and, ultimately, death.
Sun is also eight feet tall, although he was built with the purpose of being more open and approachable due to his frequent proximity to children. Any enhancements or weapons he was given are to be used against intruders, so Sun is sorta like a security measure. The collar fitted around his neck delivers a controlled and debilitating shock if he steps off the property or when Moon snaps and starts killing faculty members, Sun's imprisonment acting as a deterrent for homicidal episodes as well as a shackle to keep Moon from running off.
Moon is from the Glamrock line, which were built primarily for the collection of children and disposal of witnesses.
Moon in specific was designed for agility and speed and given various enhancements to heighten their senses, which led them to look far more monstrous than their counterpart and twin, Sun.
Due to Afton Corp policy, Moon does most of their hunting at night, so they have a darker color palette to help them seemingly disappear into the darkness. Moon is around eight feet tall standing at their full height, but they prefer crouching due to their elongated arms, which hang down past their knee joints. Moon's legs can stretch as well, although they usually only do so when intimidation is needed or climbing is involved in their appointed task.
A drawing of Moon from my FNaF: Security Breach AU where the animatronics are human/robot experiments created by the Afton Corporation, which is -of course- run by the one and only William Afton.
This is seriously one of the best reader inserts and child fics for Security Breach that I have read up to date! I love Sun and Moon and they're characterized brilliantly! I can't get enough and I eagerly await more!
I want to ask. About the current fic youâre writing like when will Monty stop being such a dick to Freddy? Lol heâs just trying to help.
Well... It's to my understanding that Monty and Freddy would have a pretty strained relationship because of the whole Bonnie thing, so Monty is bound to be a Total Dick for a while yet. Plus in Monty's eyes everyone is a threat to Gregory -especially Freddy- until proven otherwise, so Monty definitely wouldn't let any of his bandmates get near Gregory if he can help it.
Hello! I saw that your FNaF asks were open and I couldn't resist! For an imagine or headcanon (dealers choice), I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of the reader tripping over one of those colorful stacking cylinders and loses their balance, accidentally slamming their face onto one of the playground poles -which results in a bloody nose- and Moon gets all protective and fusses over them?
Sure thing!
Tw: blood
A/n: This can be taken as either platonic or romantic. Also I didn't proof-read this well so if there are any grammar mistakes I apologize.
You and Moon had a rather strange relationship at best. You didn't see eachother often, maybe once a week, but that didn't stop either of you getting to know eachother, or rather you getting to know that he even existed.
"God damn fucking night shifts-"
"Swearing isn't allowed in the daycare"
"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK-"
At first he was rather creepy and abrasive. He'd stalk you from the ceiling overhead and in the total darkness of the daycare. He avoided you and would become irritated if you followed him. You assumed he didn't like you and so you kept your distance. You were told that the Moon side of the daycare attendent was still rather buggy and had been meant to deal with sleeping children as well as being security. However it became too costly to complete that side of them and too much work to completely remove it, so they just kinda didn't finish it.
"Yeah, that things acted that way since they made it. No one's ever actually spoken to it, besides the coders of course"
"Oh...good to know..."
Depite knowing better you still remained rather curious about the bot. You'd always catch it staring, only further increasing your need to know more about it. So one day you decide to say fuck it and do maybe something a little risky. You decided to ask Sun about his counterpart.
"Hey buddy uh, I got something to ask you. You don't have to answer, I'm just a little curious"
"Sure friend! Ask away!"
"What do you know about Moon?"
"..."
The question caused a prolonged silence, something deeply concerning and highly unusual for Sun. He seemed to struggle for a moment, words starting and stopping as he tried to speak. Evetually a full sentance did come out.
"I...I hear him sometimes. He doesn't like me talking about him, o-or what what he thinks- but he really likes you-"
Sun had only managed to say that before he was called away. He ended the conversation immideatly and when brought up again he refused to talk. Every time you'd try to get more imformation he'd just mumble about how he 'upset Moon' and 'wasn't allowed to say anything'. This frustrated you, but you didn't push it as you felt a little guilty with how disturbed Sun seemed when you brought it up.
"No- I'm sorry friend I-I just can't make him mad at me- please don't be mad I-"
"It's okay Sun. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. It's just-...I don't know. I'll just have to deal with this on my own"
And so you did. One night, after having spent weeks just trying to find out what you could about the bot, you returned to the darkend darycare with one goal. To get Moon to talk to you.
"Hey! Look I promise I won't say anything to anyone! I just want to meet you! I'm getting kinda tired of you watching me!"
All attempts seemed to fail. In fact you believed your inquiring might have pushed him further away as you didn't spot his red eyes anywhere. You started looking as closely as you could, your entire focus on finding that bot.
"Where are you?! Look I know you're in here! You literally can't be anywhere else!"
Was your dicision to look away from the landmine of things to trip over not that smart? Yes. Did you think about it at the time? Why would you! You were on the hunt! Who has time for things like looking where you're walking??? You had important matters to attend to. What's the worst that can happen? You trip and knock your face into a play structure- well wouldn't you guess it! that's exactly what you did! You walked with utter conviction into a stack of cylinders before doing a full faceplant into a conveniently placed playground (it's been there the whole time dumbass) before fully losing your balance and falling to the ground with what was quiet frankly a rather cartonish sound as things fell all around you.
"Come on just- oh shit-!"
You felt pain take up the entirety of you're face, your hands touching a thick liquid when you went to hold your nose. You felt tears prick at your eyes as the shock slowly left you with nothing but pain.
"I think I broke my nose"
It was only a few seconds of this pain before something else caught your attention. The light click of metal infront of you, a shadow barely visable due to your dropped flashlight. It's mechanical whirring continued as you felt it grab a cylinder from next to your foot and bringing it to who knows where. It was only after the contact that you scrambled to grab your flashlight. However, you were quickly lifted off the ground before you could. You let out a squeak of surprise at the sudden senstion, dread setting in as you relized who this was.
"Moon?"
You asked, only to receive no response as you were whisked away. Too taken aback by even more shock you didn't protest, your mind fully scrambled by the strange turn of events. Eventually you were set down and from what you could gleam from the placement of stars and the light glow, you were in the nursing corner, a place usually used for injured children. You connected the dots quickly as you relized Moon was trying to help. You would have given some form of gratitude towards the gesture, but you were unfortunetly pouring blood from your nose and a bit busy trying to breath through the blood that trickled down your throat. He worked quickly but with a surprisingly gentle hand, cleaning you up before getting you an ice pack. Once the bleeding had stopped and you were situated and able to calm down you finally spoke.
"Thanks..."
"...you should be more careful..."
He spoke as his eyes finally turned towards you. It was only then, after having come down from your shock, that you'd noticed his usually red eyes were now a blue hue. Confusion took hold of your face, something that didn't last long as the change in expression further increased your pain. Though you were quick to point it out.
"Your eyes are blue..."
Unfortunately, after having made that discovery, you heard his presence click away. To where? You didn't know as you were both figuratively and litterally left in the dark.
"Wait!"
You called out, but each movement of your mouth was painful. Your tried to find the figure in the dark only to see a shadow near your flashlight before it was turned off. The metal clicked back before you felt the familar item land in your hand. Your first instict was to turn it on, your hand quickly moving it to find the switch. Unfortunately you were too slow and by the time you turned it on, he was gone.
"...damn it..."
"There is still no swearing in the daycare"
You heard those final words, their location unknown and his eyes not spotted as you went to leave the daycare and inform your boss of your injury. You left disappointed, in pain, and with even more drive to find out about this animatronic than before.
'So close. I was so, so close...'
Though you might want to find a better way to get him to come out because a broken bone for every meeting seems like a rather costly endeavor.
Thank you so much for answering my ask!!! đ I loved it! đ The way you write is so engaging and the characterization of Moon is perfect!!! đđđđđđ
Title: Tell Me Every Terrible Thing Youâve Done (And Let Me Love You Anyway)
Fandom: FNaF: Security Breach
Rating: Gen
Relationship: Gregory & Montgomery Gator
Summary:
But all of his hopes of escape were swiftly dashed when the animatronic made a movement that Gregory recognized as bending over, the stomach cavity shifting and causing the mechanical stuff around him to adjust with the motion.
Unfortunately, the brunet wasn't able to brace himself in time to avoid getting tossed forward into the sealed hatch doors that were holding him in, his knee taking the brunt of the impact as it rammed into the panel of textured metal, which scraped a few layers of skin off and made his nerves light up with pain.
Gregory yelped as he threw his hands out to catch himself before his face could meet the same fate as his throbbing knee, the seemingly deafening sound of his palms hitting the sealed hatch door echoing around him and making the boy freeze in horror.
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Or, my take on if a certain angry gator boi were to help Gregory throughout the events of the game instead of Freddy.
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âSo the security doors open at six?â Gregory asked as he watched Monty carelessly toss the emptied nacho tray into the sink with a loud clatter. The gator's tail flicked in a way that the brunet was beginning to recognize as a betrayal of the animatronicâs emotions before Monty turned to him, drumming his clawed fingers against his lower jaw.
âUh-huh.â He hummed noncommittally, turning on the faucet and beckoning Gregory closer. The brunet obeyed the animatronicâs silent command, pushing into the space between the industrial sink and Monty in order to reach the running water.
âSo if we canât find another way out... we can just wait?â Gregory inquired as he leaned back into the cool metal behind him, massaging the soap that the gator had squeezed onto his messy hands between his fingers until they were thoroughly covered in the flowery-smelling suds.
âIâm not lookinâ ta keep ya here for longer than ya have ta be.â Monty hummed and Gregoryâs pleasant mood dissipated as quickly as it had come, the tightness in his chest from before returning with a vengeance.
âOh.â He couldnât help how clipped and devastated he sounded, the word barely a breath because of his seizing lungs. Though Monty seemed to pick up on his tone and looked down at the brunet, his eyes going wide behind his glasses at whatever miserable picture Gregory made.Â
But the brunet couldnât find it within himself to care.
The gator wasted no time switching the water off and gently pulling the boy away from the sink. Gregory rubbed at his heated face as Monty knelt down in front of him, carefully taking the brunetâs damp hands into his own massive ones.
âNot like that, Rockstar. Itâs my bandmates. Theyâve been... different lately.â The gator sounded reluctant to admit it -apologetic even- but the reassurance had the tension that'd been building up inside him releasing.
He sniffled, pulling himself together enough in order to prompt Monty to elaborate. âDifferent how?â
The gator appeared to carefully consider the question, measuring out his words in a way Gregory had never seen him do before, then he spoke.
âWell you remember how they chased ya, right?â The animatronic asked and the brunetâs lips thinned into a tense frown, his frail arms crossing over his chest defensively at the reminder of the unpleasant encounter.
âHard to forget.â Gregory mumbled waspishly, startling when one of Montyâs large digits lightly brushed the furrow between his brows, smoothing the crease lines until the brunet looked less resentful.
âWell, they aren't normally so aggressive, guest profile or no.â The gator pushed the wayward strand of hair that stubbornly stayed on the brunetâs forehead out of his eyes, the boy relaxing under the soothing motion.
âBut youâre aggressive.â He stated quietly and Monty chuckled a bit, but didnât pull away.
That much had been made abundantly clear during their first meeting and, looking back at it now, Gregory really was lucky that the animatronic didnât turn him into a splatter on the nearest flat surface.
Monty interrupted the dark path that his train of thoughts were heading down by speaking, the robotâs tone practically broadcasting his obvious amusement.
âTrue. Although, Iâve learned how ta deal with the outbursts anâ channel my violent tendencies inta other thangs, like trashin' my green room on a nightly basis anâ golfin'. The others... not so much.â The gator drawled and Gregory allowed himself a moment to picture the gator aggressively whaling a golf ball around the mini golf arena before shaking his head, banishing the ridiculous image from his mind.
âEven Freddy?â The brunet prompted, recalling how lucid and calm the bear had seemed even during their confrontation, and Monty was quiet for so long that Gregory thought he would never answer before the gatorâs low voice finally broke the silence that had fallen over the pair.
âWell no, actually. He seemed pretty normal ta me back there. Maybe that malfunction on stage earlier fixed whatever was wrong with 'im.â Monty shrugged, brows drawn down.
âSo he could help us?â Gregory perked up at the prospect of yet another ally in the deadly maze of corridors and attractions that made up the Pizzaplex. Unfortunately, the gator made a distinctly disapproving noise.
âI donât wanna risk it. He âs still tryinâ ta bring ya ta the security guard, after all.â Monty rumbled with a nervous glance at the kitchen door, as if he thought that so much as mentioning a team-up might summon the bear.
âHow come you arenât bringing me to her too? What makes you different?â The brunet poked at Montyâs closed chest, where he knew all the important wiring and ports were. The gator said it was why his upper body had a layer of metal underneath the colorful plastic coating, to keep the system of electric circuits needed for function safe from outside hazards.
âWell, when Freddy decided ta take a nap, I figured it wasnât such a bad idea.â The gator mused, a teasing lilt to his voicebox. The brunet was about to comment on the surprisingly vast emotional range that was programmed into the Glamrocks, but then the gatorâs words registered.
âYou... malfunctioned too?â Gregory gasped worriedly, pausing his examination of the scratched and cracked plastic on the animatronicâs body and limbs. The brunet figured that the damage mustâve happened during Monty's fight with Freddy and hoped that nothing critical had been damaged in the brief scuffle.Â
âNot quite. I shut my system down because I noticed that some weird lines of code kept poppin' up. Someone or somethin' was tryin' ta hack me an' ramp up my aggression levels.â The gator corrected, looking a bit put-off by the blatant breach of security.
âSo you shut yourself off? I didnât know you could do that.â Gregory blinked, stunned at the knowledge that Monty was allowed to have unrestricted control over both himself and his system.
âYeah, me neither.â The gator hummed, an undercurrent of unease in his otherwise casual tone.
The brunet considered what he knew so far, mouth twisting as his brows furrowed in thought. Apparently the Glamrocksâ systems were under attack by what sounded like some sort of virus, a string of malicious coding thatâs sole purpose was to infect the animatronics and turn them into deadly child hunting machines.
Just what the hell had he gotten himself into?
âFantastic, jus' what we needed. Gregory, hide.â Monty hissed a moment before the kitchen doors were thrown open and the familiar form of one Roxanne wolf prowled in, the brunet hastily ducking out of sight before she spotted him.
The gator moved away from where the boy was crouched, rounding the cabinet that Gregory was using as cover in order to intercept the wolfâs search. Roxy seemed startled upon seeing Monty, but quickly masked it with irritation.
âYouâre not going to fool me. I know heâs here.â Was her hostile greeting and the gator tilted his head, hand settling on his hip in a show of easy nonchalance.
âWho?â Monty questioned and Gregory was floored by how genuinely confused the animatronic sounded, it was as if the gator hadnât been standing in front of the kid that everyone was looking for mere seconds ago.
And to think that all this fuss was just because he had snuck in. It was ridiculous!
âWell you heard the news, didnât you? Thereâs an intruder.â Roxanne scoffed and the brunet frowned because she didnât immediately try to attack Monty and demand to know where the gator was hiding Gregory.
Did Freddy not tell her that Monty was in league with the brunet? That made no sense, why wouldnât the bear take the opportunity to blab about the gatorâs perceived betrayal to everyone? It mustâve meant that Freddy was -in fact- in his right mind, or at least wary of his band members and their intentions toward Gregory.
âYeah, I know. Officer Vanessa mentioned a kid who was being a thorn in her side.â Monty said dismissively, tone bored and uninterested.
âYes. So, where's the brat?â Roxanne demanded and the brunet frowned, maybe her instance that the gator knew where Gregory was meant that Freddy had said something to the others? The boy didnât know how Roxanne normally behaved, so he wasnât sure how to interpret the way that she grilled Monty for information.
âHow should I know?â The gator maintained his stance on the subject, but made no move to leave the room either. Gregory didnât know if Montyâs lack of storming out would be seen as suspicious, but he would be lying if he said that wasnât grateful to not be left alone with the intimidating wolf.
âI smelled food.â Roxanne snapped in a manner that insinuated that she was judging the gator because she felt that the answer shouldâve been glaringly obvious. But Monty didnât so much as twitch at her harsh tone, lazily staring slightly downward at the aggravated animatronic before him.
âAnd?â
She apparently didnât like Montyâs antagonistic attitude all that much because she bared her teeth in a snarl and stalked forward, rudely crowding into the gatorâs personal space.
âAnd we donât need to eat. Besides, the kid was bound to get hungry eventually and I was right, obviously.â She hissed with an air of superiority and Gregory grimaced, how anyone liked the wolf was beyond him since she seemed to have absolutely no redeeming qualities.
The gator barked a rough, sarcastic laugh and the sudden eruption of noise stunned Roxy into taking a step back, putting space between them once again.
âChica stuffs enough food inâer beak for me ta know that line'a reasoninâ is utter bull. She probably jusâ fixed up a snack.â Monty scoffed, his tail flicking to and fro on the tiled floor, advertising his irritation.
Gregory found himself watching the sentient appendage as he slunk further into a darker area of the kitchen, being careful to stay quiet and out of sight.
âI know heâs here, so why do you insist on arguing with me!?â Roxanneâs voice rose again, her impatience obvious in her body language as her ruffled tail swished behind her. Monty merely crossed his arms over his wide chest, glaring at his bandmate with a surprising amount of animosity.
âLook, if there was a kid nearby, I think I would be aware'a âem.â The gator stated and Gregory thought that he could see Montyâs claws dig into the green plastic of his forearms.
Roxanne scoffed, clearly not buying into Montyâs carefully constructed lies. Her gold eyes briefly scanned the surrounding area and the brunet froze where he had been army-crawling across the linoleum, remaining completely still until her eerily bright gaze settled back onto the gator in front of her.
âFine. If the intruder isnât nearby, then why are you in here?â She demanded and Gregory had the distinct feeling that it was a trick question. Fortunately for them, Monty didnât look at all unnerved by the pressure, his stance deceptively casual.
âI go where I want.â The gator retorted, an edge to his words that made Roxanne visibly bristle.
âYou rarely leave Gator Golf. Not after Bonnie.â She pressed and Monty went rigid, the animatronicâs arms dropping to his sides -hands curling into tight fists- as he pulled himself up straighter with a low snarl that reverberated through the large room like rolling thunder.
âWould yâall stop bringinâ that up? Bonnie got what was cominâ ta 'im anâ ya know it.â The gator sneered, white hot rage dripping from his tone and posture alike. But there was also a flicker of fear there, Gregory could tell because Montyâs tail curled inward, much like a dogâs would if they were yelled at for doing something bad.
The brunet wondered what the big deal was with this âBonnieâ character, curious as to what could possibly make the gator so scared.
âThen tell me why youâre actually here.â Roxanne raised a brow at Monty, who seemed to finally decide that heâd had enough of her relentless prying.
â'M under no obligation ta explain myself ta the likes of you. Mind your own business.â The gator grunted, shoving past her with a loud crack when the plastic casings that covered their shoulders none too gently collided.
âWhatever, I donât need your help. Iâm going to find him first cause Iâm the best.â Roxanne bit out, twisting to eye his turned back in a way that made Gregory uneasy.
âYeah, sure. Keep tellinâ yourself that.â Monty scoffed and Gregory caught the animatronicâs gaze just as he reached the exit on the other side of the room. The gator swiftly brought his attention back to Roxanne -who was still insistent on not leaving- with a groan of frustration.
âYouâre an eyesore, go away.â Monty snapped, making a point of moving in the opposite direction of where Gregory was crouched, the brunet waiting for the opportune moment that would allow him to get away undetected.
Roxanneâs eyes narrowed and, when the wolf started off after the gator with a irate demand for the other animatronic to stop walking, the boy took the opportunity to slip through the doorway.
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âDid you- Is Freddy broken?â Gregory timidly asked, obediently sitting still in the cramped first-aid station while Monty tended to his various injuries. Gregory had insisted that he was fine, but the gator wouldnât let up until the brunet finally just agreed to let Monty do what he wanted, if only to get the animatronic to shut up about it.
So here Gregory was, colorful Band-Aids scattered over his skin while he waited for the gator to finish playing nurse.
âHuh? What, no. The idiot âs fine. If all it took was a bump ta the head ta decommission us, weâd be in the wrong profession.â Monty rebuffed distractedly, the majority of his attention focused on cleaning and applying said vibrant Band-Aids to the brunetâs various cuts and scratches.
âI guess.â Gregory murmured and the gator finally looked up from the scrape that he had been diligently patting at with a wet cotton ball, his burgundy eyes searching the boyâs face.
âYou're not scared of me now, are ya?â Monty asked at last, breaking the charged silence that had been crackling between them since the brunet had climbed out of the stomach hatch in order to get his minor wounds looked at.
âShould I be scared of you?â Gregory countered, pointedly glancing at the neon green Band-Aid delicately pinched between the animatronics thumb and pointer finger, unwrapped and ready to cover the scrape that the gator had been cleaning.
âNo. 'M not gonna hurtcha.â The gator huffed as he carefully smoothed the Band-Aid over the shredded skin, shifting back to survey his handiwork with a critical eye.
âThen I wonât be scared.â The brunet declared and Monty chuckled, ruffling Gregoryâs hair before leaning to the side in order to grab the first aid kit. The brunet quietly watched the animatronic clean up after himself, the gator steadily returning the station to its initial tidy state.
âYa sure are one strange kid.â Monty drawled as he put the kit back where heâd found it before scooping up the used cotton balls, dumping them into a conveniently nearby trash bin. Gregory shrugged, lips parting to speak only for the words to shrivel up and die in his throat when his stomach chose that exact moment to -quite loudly- make its displeasure about being empty since lunch known to anyone and everyone in the vicinity. âAnâ a hungry one too apparently. Come on, weâll raid one'a the food court kitchens.â The gator sounded amused as he gently lifted Gregory off of the chair, depositing the pouting brunet onto solid ground.
âAre you sure? I can wait.â The boy didnât want the kind animatronic to go out of his way if he didnât have to, and the last thing Gregory wanted was for Monty to realize that the brunet was far more trouble than he was worth.
âGregory, you're allowed ta eat when youâre hungry.â The gatorâs tone was appalled, that same blank stare giving off the impression of shock.
After a long moment of the brunet desperately avoiding eye-contact, Monty removed his sunglasses and kneeled down to his level. The gator slowly reached out -giving the boy ample time to stop him- before his huge hands cautiously wrapped around Gregoryâs slim waist, that blue light from earlier sweeping over the fidgeting boy.
The animatronic seemed to freeze up upon receiving the results of the scan, his voice box producing a strange sound that was smothered with static, but the noise plainly portrayed both distress and anger at his discovery.
âYouâre malnourished. Probably dehydrated too.â Monty snarled, glaring at the way his hands overlapped the brunetâs midsection to an alarming degree. âNo wonder ya look like youâre about ta keel over.â The gator hissed, releasing Gregory.
Montyâs stomach hatch dropped open, the animatronic guiding Gregory in and making extra sure that all the brunetâs limbs were accounted for before the doors folded shut and the boy was plunged into darkness.
âYouâre awfully quiet in there.â The gator mused and Gregory shrugged, narrowly repressing the urge to repeatedly hit his head against the nearest solid surface when it occurred to him that Monty wouldnât be able to see the motion.
âYouâre mad.â Was the brunetâs oh so eloquent answer, Gregory cringing because that explained absolutely nothing and only supplied Monty with more ammunition to pry with.
âI ainât mad at you, Rockstar. 'M mad at your parents.â The gator gently corrected and the pressure on the brunetâs chest instantly let up, the boy sucking in a shaky breath.
âRight. My parents...â Gregory mumbled, anxiously picking at the hem of his shirt.
âDo they refuse ta feed ya often? Or do they jus' forget?â Montyâs attempt to sound casual was a half-hearted effort at best, the rage bubbling underneath his tone giving his questions a sharp edge.
âNeither. I donât have parents.â The brunet knew he sounded bitter, his thin and small stature only serving as a reminder that he was unwanted. He had been on his own for as long as he could remember, left to rot in a foster system that never had his best interests at heart.
âNo parents? Hm... any siblin's then?â Surprisingly, Monty didnât push or prod into the matter of Gregoryâs absent parents, so it took the brunet a hot minute to shake off the shock of such a thing and register the gatorâs inquiry.
âIf I donât have parents, what makes you think I would have siblings?â Gregory blurted incredulously, he wasnât sure if he was liking the direction this unexpected conversation was heading.
âI was jus' wonderin' if the position for a big brother was open, Rockstar.â Monty drawled and the brunet was sure that he had heard wrong because there was no way that the gator had just said what Gregory thought he said.
âPosition?â The brunet squeaked before awkwardly clearing his throat, floored by the prospect of having someone volunteer for such closeness with him of all people. Itâs not like Gregory was easy to get along with, even on a good day.
âYeah. I want the title, if thatâs alright with you. Personally, I think 'm plenty qualified.â Monty continued on -as cool and collected as ever- while the brunet reeled.
âBut, we're not relatedâŠâ Gregory pointed out, mouth dryer than a desert. The boy didnât dare let himself hope that the gator was being serious but, at the same time, the brunet couldnât completely convince himself that this was just Montyâs advanced programming talking either.
âWho told ya that family was always measured by blood? Cause it ainât.â Monty scoffed, making his thoughts on the matter clear, and something inside Gregory started to crack. It was painful, the way a robot consisting of nothing but metal and wires could care for the brunet in a way that no other human before him could seem to manage.
âNo one has ever wanted to be my family before...â The brunet mumbled, as if the admission would somehow cause the gator to spontaneously change his mind if Gregory said it too loud. Shockingly, it didn't, which was baffling and relieving in equal measure.
âThen theyâre obviously idiots. Youâre a smart, sassy, an' capable kid an' I would be honored if you were my baby brother.â Monty declared and a lump lodged itself into the brunetâs throat, his eyes burning.
âNot a baby.â Gregory croaked, embarrassed by how emotional he was for the split second that it took for gator to respond.
âAs your big an' strong brother, I reserve the right ta call ya that. But only me. If anyone else âs callinâ ya a baby, Iâll set âem straight.â
âEven if itâs another kid?â The brunet prompted, unsure of why he was even entertaining the ridiculous idea of having a literal robot for a sibling.
âEspecially then.â Monty said simply before the hatch folded open, Gregory having to blink a few times to let his vision adjust before a huge industrial kitchen suddenly came into vivid clarity.
âWhoa.â The brunet breathed in awe, clumsily climbing out as he took in his surroundings.
Monty lumbered after Gregory he explored, the boy peeking into ovens so massive that even a full grown adult could fit inside of them and examining stainless steel stove tops that were so polished that he could see his reflection.
However, the gator finally brought Gregoryâs enthusiastic snooping to an end when the brunetâs stomach rumbled yet again, putting a hand on the boyâs head in order to steer him toward the large walk-in refrigerator. The door had a heavy duty lock on it, which Monty broke off with ease.
âWhatâre ya in the mood for?â
âUh... is there stuff for nachos?â Gregory poked his head in after the gator, who had marched into the cold metal box without a care in the world.
The brunet wondered if all the Glamrock animatronics were resistant to drastic changes in temperature, or if it was just Monty. Although, he wouldâve thought that robots as complex as the Glamrocks would be more sensitive than that. But then again, he wasnât exactly an expert on the matter.
âLooks like. Nachos it 's, Rockstar.â The gator triumphantly gathered the typical toppings for said meal in his arms, bringing the items out and depositing them onto the nearest tabletop.
There were three different kinds of shredded cheese along with salsa, refried beans, premade ground beef, chopped lettuce, green olives, black olives, and -of course- the chips. Gregory had found those in the pantry, taking a brand new bag from the shelf and bringing it to Monty. Meanwhile, the gator had grabbed a tray and preheated the oven, twisting to face the boy when the brunet returned with the chips.
âAlright, assembly time. Come're, little man.â Monty stooped down as he extended his hands toward the boy, Gregory going to him without a second thought. The gator made a pleased noise -the tip of his tail flicking into the metal leg of a prep station- as he eagerly scooped the brunet up, carefully situating Gregory on his hip in order to keep one of his hands free.
âAlright, pour however much ya want on there. Then weâll make the best plate of nachos the world has ever seen.â Monty mused, bracing his unoccupied hand on the brunetâs chest as the boy leaned forward, shaking at least half a bagâs worth of chips onto the tray before messily spreading them out. The gator took the bag when Gregory was done with it, setting it aside to be dealt with later before gesturing to the toppings with a dramatic flourish that made the brunet crack a grin.
âCheese, obviously. The Mexican blend.â Gregory enthusiastically pointed to the corresponding item, which was immediately handed to him. The brunet popped the bag open only to pause, grimacing at the sorry state that his hands were in.
âI should wash my hands first.â The boy murmured, passing the bag back to Monty, who put it on the table before navigating through the kitchen to find the sink. Monty held the brunet up by his waist so he could reach everything comfortably, the boy scrubbing his filthy hands until the water ran clear.
When Gregory was finished and set onto the ground, he blinked up at the gator in confusion, but Monty was preoccupied with fiddling with the knobs before submerging his hands into the stream. The brunet shuffled closer, slowly wrapping his arms around the gatorâs leg, which drew the animatronics attention to him.
âNo need ta worry, Rockstar. My outer casin' âs waterproof.â Monty dutifully explained, sounding amused. âSpills happen more often than Iâd like, but I hate those Fizzy Faz drinks with a passion. Theyâre sugary an' sticky an' an absolute menace ta get outta my joints.â The gator huffed, snapping his teeth at nothing in particular as his tail lashed about in agitation.
âSo does that mean that I canât have one with my nachos?â Gregory asked, frowning.Â
âOf course ya c'n have one. What flavor would ya like?â Monty looked down at the boy as he shook his damp hands out, stepping away from the sink.
âDunno, never had them before. Which one do you think is the best?â The brunet questioned, realizing a moment too late that the gator didnât have taste buds, so he wouldnât know.
âIâll just grab one'a each for ya an' we c'n decide which one 's the best together.â Monty hummed, situating the boy back onto his hip.
They finished preparing the nachos with ease, Monty sauntering over to put them into the oven in order to melt the cheese and warm the toppings. While they waited, they raided the fridge again to collect four cans of Fizzy Faz, Gregory perking up when he saw that they were themed after each of the Glamrocks. He selected the lemonade one first, cracking open the green can and taking a sip. And, like the gator had said, it was sugary, but it actually wasnât half bad.
âI like this one.â Gregory declared as he raised the can a bit, the animatronic looking over only to snort upon seeing his own figure printed on the aluminum.
âNow you're jus' butterin' me up.â The gator teased, ruffling the brunetâs hair in a manner that felt almost overwhelmingly affectionate.
âIâm serious!â The brunet insisted and Monty rolled his eyes, but he had a distinctly content air about him.
âYa havenât even tried the other ones yet.â
âDoesnât matter. This one is my favorite.â Gregory huffed with all the stubborn conviction that he could muster, pointedly swallowing another mouthful of the bubbly drink.
Monty stared at the brunet for a long moment, gaze jumping between the boy and the can a few times before the animatronic seemed to come to a conclusion that made the tip of his tail flick.
âNachos should be done.â The gator announced suddenly, pushing to his feet to retrieve the nachos from the oven. And Gregory was happy to say that they looked delicious, the cheese perfectly gooey and the various toppings heated until they were just a few degrees shy of scalding.
Monty deftly transferred the meal onto a different tray so Gregory didn't run the risk of accidentally burning himself in his rush to fill his stomach - the gator sprinkling some lettuce onto the nachos and pouring half a jars worth of salsa into a bowl- before putting the hot tray beside the sink in order to safely cool.
Gregory dug in as soon as the food was put in front of him, the gator settling down onto the floor mat beside the ravenous boy, watching him eat with furrowed brows. The brunet was sure that Monty would be frowning if he could, though the gator still managed to look plenty worried even without the parts needed for proper facial expressions.
âSlow down, Gregory. Itâs not goin' nowhere.â Monty murmured, passing another can of Fizzy Faz to the brunet when the green one was emptied before briefly getting up to get Gregory a bottle of water, though the gator ended up having to fetch two more before the brunet's rampant thirst was finally sated.
They made idle and pointless conversation as Gregory ate, and it somehow made the nachos taste even better.
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Gregory viciously wiped the moisture from his leaking eyes as he made his way down the hall, teeth grit against the harsh throb in his chest. The brunet looked up when he heard a muted rustling from somewhere close by, squinting through blurry vision only to find that the path forward was blocked by some inconveniently placed clutter, which was just great.
He turned and poked his head through the nearest door instead, freezing when he saw Chica. The animatronic was rummaging through the trash, stuffing half-rotted food items into her beak. The brunet slowly backed away, shutting the door with a quiet click that made his breath catch.
When she didnât immediately come after him, he surveyed his surroundings for a way to distract her, eyes snagging on some stacked pails. Gregory crept over to them, shoving the bottom tins to topple the whole thing, which came down with an almighty crash. The brunet immediately crouched in an effort to remain undetected, all but diving into the bathroom when the door on the other side of the blockade swung open and Chica lumbered out.
âHello? Is that you, kiddo?â The chicken asked, her high and chipper voice sounding horribly out of place among the otherwise menacing ambience. Her steps were a lot lighter than Montyâs due to being a slimmer model, which made it harder to keep track of her movements, but he managed well enough.
Gregory crept to the door that Chica had exited mere moments earlier, pulling it open enough to peek out. Her back was to him, the animatronic diligently picking up the pails and situating them back onto the table with a single-minded focus. The brunet slowly moved out into the hall, keeping a keen eye on her as he backed down the corridor.
He only released the breath that heâd been holding when he stepped around the corner and out of view. Gregory pulled open the only door available at the end of the hall, which led into what looked to be some kind of storage room. He navigated around the huge metal shelves, finding yet another freaking door on the other side.
If he wasnât careful, he would get horribly lost.
When he stepped out he froze, wary eyes darting between the two diverging paths before him. With no other idea of what to do, the brunet glanced down at his Faz-watch, debating whether or not to bother the gator.
âMonty?â Gregory called out haltingly, almost immediately regretting his decision to get the animatronic involved. The brunet should have just tried to figure out where to go himself instead of dragging the charging robot into his problems, Monty probably couldnât do much at the moment even if he wanted to.
The gator answered instantly, his eager greeting holding an undercurrent of concern. âYeah Rockstar?â
âI... nevermind.â The brunet dismissed, scrubbing his hands over his face with a heavy exhale as he fought the childish urge to lash out in frustration.
"If ya need help, all ya have ta do 's ask.â Monty gently reminded and Gregoryâs mouth pressed into a white line as his gaze flicked down at the Faz-watch, a steadily shrinking part of him anxious that the gator might declare that he was joking before proceeding to tell the brunet to fuck off.
âI donât know where I am.â Gregory confessed, wrapping his arms around himself in a poor attempt at comfort. He wanted to be back in Montyâs hatch, he wanted to listen to the rhythmic thud of the animatronics heavy steps, wanted to make idle conversation so that he could learn more about the gator.
âGimme a second ta find ya on the cameras anâ then weâll get ya ta where ya need ta be.â Monty declared, the brunet murmuring his agreement before obediently waiting for further instruction.
âOkay, I gotcha. Take a left anâ follow that rad purple anâ green hallway. It'll lead ya ta a red corridor.â The gator relayed after a few moments of radio silence and Gregory shifted to stare down the mentioned hall, starting off in that direction with more confidence than he felt.
âThanks Monty. For helping.â The voiced gratitude came out more awkward and stilted than the brunet wouldâve liked, but the gator didnât seem to mind in the least.
âMy pleasure. You're doinâ great, Rockstar.â Monty drawled and the boyâs face heated at the praise, something in his chest both fluttering and squeezing. He hoped that Monty wrote the flush to the brunetâs cheeks off as fatigue or something less humiliating.
âIf you say so.â Gregory mumbled, unsure of how to react to the compliment beyond thinly veiled skepticism.
âLet me know if ya need me for anythinâ else, yeah?â The gator prompted, patiently waiting for the brunet to promise that he would, before the speakers deactivated with an audible click.
Gregory scowled at the watch, making his way down the winding hallway until he eventually reached the mentioned corridor. Although it wasnât painted red as much as it was bathed in an eerie crimson light, which gave him pause because who in their right mind would actually want to go through here? Not that the brunet had a choice in the matter, but surely any sane person who wasnât in his situation would turn around and nope right on out of there.
âIf I die in this hallway, Iâm going to haunt that stupid gator for the rest of eternity.â Gregory muttered as he stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. It was a straight path, which was a relief because heâd had just about enough of all the twists and turns in this glorified maze.
The brunet had only taken a few steps when he noticed a large shape up ahead, the boy dropping into a crouch before scurrying over to tuck himself beside one of the locked gates. Now that Gregoryâs own tapping footsteps had ceased, he could plainly pick out the significantly heavier ones that were coming right toward him.
The brunetâs lungs seized when the massive form of the one and only Glamrock Freddy himself marched past, Gregory watching the robot continue on his merry way with owlishly large eyes. The brunet would have been ecstatic to have gotten that close to the face of Fazbear Entertainment under different circumstances. But, as it stood, Gregory needed to get the hell out of dodge lest he risk capture or worse.
The brunet leaned forward, making sure that Freddy had traveled a good distance away before deciding to take a gamble. Gregory surged to his feet and took off at a full sprint down the hallway, the noise from both the boyâs quick steps and his sudden eruption into movement drawing Freddyâs attention.
âI was hoping that you werenât down here. This is not a safe area for children.â The bear announced, the floor shaking as the animatronic gave chase.
The end of the corridor was fast approaching, Gregory pushing himself harder when he saw the giant arrow labeled âLobbyâ that pointed to the right, the brunet taking the turn so hard he very nearly tripped over his own feet.
âThere you are!â Another voice growled from somewhere behind him, feminine and mechanical, but distinctly different from Chica. Which meant that it had to be the other girl in the band, the wolf animatronic, Roxanne.
Gregory ignored the wolfâs eager exclamation and shoved through the red double doors, making for the first exit he laid his eyes on. In his peripheral vision, the brunet saw the chicken round a stack of nearby crates, his heart in his throat as he burst through the second set of vibrant doors and scrambled up the staircase.
Gregory could hear them gaining, but there was nowhere to run but forward.
The brunet could only hope that he wouldnât be caught, but who was he kidding? He was a malnourished eleven year old who looked more like he was eight and they were seven plus feet of flawless machinery. They didnât get tired, they didnât get thirsty, they didnât get hungry.
His fears were only proven when the brunetâs side began to ache fiercely as his legs begged for a break. Every breath felt like fire in his heaving lungs, but he forced himself to keep going despite how his body screamed for him to stop.
He finally made it to the top of the staircase, the flat ground easier to run on and gain the much needed distance between him and the robots that were in hot pursuit.
There was a badge on the wall that he was rapidly approaching, Gregory grabbing the doorframe and all but throwing himself into what looked to be a security room. He stumbled to an unsteady halt as the door automatically dropped down behind the panting brunet, the metal barrier slamming closed with a loud clunk that made him feel more secure.
Though, it didnât take him long to come to the sound conclusion that he was now trapped, the trio of animatronics prowling just outside the locked doors.
âUh, Monty? I got into a bit of a mess.â Gregory gasped into the Faz-watch, bonelessly slumping into the cushioned chair that was positioned in front of the security desk.
âWhat happened? Where're ya?â The gator demanded, the sharp tone prompting the brunet to straighten in his seat.
âI ended up in a security office thatâs branched off from a lobby. I also went up a staircase, if that helps.â Gregory huffed, his heart rate slowing as he caught his breath.
âI think I know the place. Youâll be able ta hang tight for a minute. Those doors were designed ta withstand my claws, so theyâll hold against the others as long as thereâs power.â Monty grunted and Gregory looked around for some kind of sign that would tell him how much power there was and his eyes snagged on a glowing battery shape that was protruding from the wall beside the door he had come through, but there was only a little over one bar lit.
âThe power is only at fifteen percent and theyâre pounding on the door! How am I going to get out of here!?â The brunet cried, drawing his legs up onto the chair with the rest of him and wrapping his arms around them in a self-soothing motion.
âEasy, Rockstar. Thereâs an interface on the security desk, Iâll give ya access.â A pause. âThere. Now activate the security protocols.â The gator ordered and Gregory obediently turned his focus back to the desk, noticing that the bear-shaped button on the desktop was now glowing a muted red.
He pressed it and the button switched to green, but nothing else happened. The large screen mounted on the wall above the desk was still riddled with static and there didnât appear to be a glaringly obvious change, which was alarming. But before the brunet could work himself up into a further panic, his watch buzzed with what looked like a notification.
âI connected your Faz-watch ta the security camera system. Use the feed ta get outta there.â Monty explained and Gregory immediately opened the tab, flipping through the cameras.
âBut where do I go?â The brunet noted that Roxanne and Chica had apparently lost interest in getting to him, but Freddy was still circling the security office, trying to find a way in.
âThe main lobby. I ditched the chargin' station, so Iâll meet ya there.â The gatorâs words made Gregory perk up, it appeared that they would get to see each other one last time before the brunet returned to his dank alley and spent the unforeseeable future in the beat-up box that he called home.
âSounds good.â The brunet replied weakly, taking those dark thoughts by the throat and stuffing them into the deepest hole he could find before throwing the hole away.
Gregory turned his attention to the watch, waiting until Freddy turned the corner to open the door with low power and creep out. The brunet sped up once he was far enough away that Freddy probably wouldnât hear him, eager to meet Monty in the main lobby.
Getting past Chica while she was distracted with chowing down on trash wasnât that complicated either, the brunet simply skirting around her in order to get to the doors that led into a dark hallway and then through another set to finally reach the main lobby.
The intercoms announced that the Pizzaplex was closed and that the nighttime protocols were being activated as Gregory raced toward the exit, only to have a large metal shutter lower and block his way.
âNo. No! Wait! Iâm still here!â The brunet slid to a stop in front of the barrier, slamming his fists against it with an outraged cry before his shoulders slumped in defeat and he pressed his forehead against the cool metal. âNow what am I supposed to do?â Gregory mumbled, clammy hands sliding down the surface until his arms hung limply at his sides.
His best bet right now was to wait for Monty, maybe the gator would have an idea on where to go from here?
âHow unfortunate.â A familiar and unwelcome voice rang out, too close for comfort. The brunet whirled around only for his arm to be caught by Freddy before he could bolt, the animatronicâs grip careful but firm.
âThereâs no reason to panic, Superstar. Iâm sure Officer Vanessa will be happy to keep you entertained until your parents come to pick you up.â Freddy assured, pulling Gregory along with him as he started off in a seemingly random direction.
âNo!â The brunet dug his heels in but it was useless, he was forced to stumble after the bear lest he trip over his own feet and end up getting dragged to the security guard.
âLet me go! Monty! Help!â Gregory cried and Freddy paused, turning to blink at the boy that was trying to escape him with a wildness that resembled a cornered animal.
âMonty? Why would you call for-â The bear's question was unceremoniously interrupted when said gator slammed out of the doors that Gregory had just come through with a snarl.
âMonty!â The brunet shouted and the gator whirled, storming toward the pair with blatant homicidal intent.
âNow, Monty. Iâm only taking the child to Officer Vanessa, which we both know is protocol-" Freddy cut himself off in favor of pulling Gregory behind him -the boy yelping at the manhandling of his person- when the gator crowded into the bearâs personal space, brandishing a clawed finger at the other animatronic as his tail loudly smacked at the ground in clear agitation.
âYeah well if you an' those other two numbnuts didnât go chasinâ 'im around, he wouldâve been able ta leave anâ your precious protocol wouldâve been completely unnecessary!â Monty roared, lurching to the side and making a grab for the brunet, which was thwarted when Freddy smoothly tugged the boy out of reach.
âLet go of 'im or Iâll turn ya inta abstract art.â The gator rumbled, dead serious. And surprisingly, even under the threat of bodily harm, Freddy just made a disapproving noise as he shook his head.
âOfficer Vanessa-â The bear was interrupted when Monty scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air in a healthy mix of frustration and anger.
ââS a pain in my ass. Gimme the kid.â Monty hissed, the two animatronics cautiously circling each other, looking for an opening.
âI canât do that.â Freddy denied solemnly, Gregory noting how the bear always kept his body between Monty and the brunet at his back.
â'M gettin' âim out, whether ya like it or not.â The gator said with an intense amount of conviction, as if the declaration were merely fact.
âMonty-â Freddy tried, the animatronic barely having the time to get the two syllables out before the gator lunged for Gregory a second time only to change his course at the last second to attack the bear instead.
âShut up!â Monty barked, Freddy voluntarily releasing the brunet as the two robots went down in a heap of flailing limbs. Gregory heard their plastic casing crack, wincing as the pair grappled while rolling around on the floor in an attempt to subdue the other.
Though, the fight was abruptly brought to a decisive end once Monty got a hold of Freddyâs head, the gator viciously slamming it against the floor until the bear stopped moving.
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Gregory climbed out of the vent as quietly as he could, keeping a lookout for both the security guard and the murderous rabbit lady. When neither woman immediately made an appearance, the brunet snuck past Chicaâs room in order to reach Montyâs.
The gator had pulled the curtain open enough to peer out, the tension in the animatronics monstrous frame melting away upon seeing Gregory approaching from the other side of the barrier.
The Faz-watch vibrated in warning before Montyâs voice filtered through the speaker.
âI was wonderinâ what was takin' so long. Get lost?â The gatorâs casual drawl was unmistakable, but Gregory was looking right at Monty and the animatronicâs mouth didnât move as the snarky comment rang out.
Which, creepy.
âNo. Shut up.â The brunet grumbled. So what if he mightâve gotten distracted by Chica shredding on her guitar? Monty didnât need to know that.
âWell get a move on, kid. Closin' time 's in thirty minutes.â Monty urged, the gator stepping away from the glass. The darkness of the room swallowed the animatronic, only its glowing eyes remaining visible through the gap in the curtains. Gregory hurried around the corner and stopped in front of the door, but nothing happened.
âUh... Monty? Itâs not opening.â The brunet haltingly spoke into the Faz-watch, eyeing the barrier with growing trepidation.
âSo ya donât got a photo pass then. Shouldnât have assumed ya did seein' as ya werenât registered. My bad, kid.â The gator didnât sound upset or angry, which was strange considering how hostile it was earlier while trashing its room.
âIs there a way that I can get a photo pass?â The brunet asked and there was a beat of silence, Gregory fearing the worst. But it turned out that the animatronic was just leafing through its data bank to find where the needed pass might be, which was a relief.
âThereâs one at the nearest convenience counter. Itâs close by so ya shouldnât have any trouble findin' it.â Monty relayed and the brunet sucked in a fortifying breath, turning away from the door to scan his surroundings for something that might give him a hint as to where said convenience counter might be. âThereâs a slightly open door near the end of the hall. Go in an' the pass should be in front of a Freddy cutout.â Monty added and suddenly Gregory felt a lot less alone.
âOkay. Thanks.â
The brunet took off, crouching behind numerous objects whenever he started to get too twitchy about being out in the open. His Faz-watch remained silent as he found the mentioned door, ducking under the partially raised metal shutter to get inside. He saw what Monty had been talking about almost immediately, hurrying over to the present and hastily cranking the handle on the side until it popped open.
âI got it. On my way back.â Gregory made sure to keep the gator updated on what was going on, making his way back toward Montyâs room after the animatronic responded with an affirmative.
The brunet arrived without incident and waved the barcode on the pass over the scanner, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. Gregory squinted into the darkness beyond as he stuffed the pass into his front pocket, anxiously looking for those burgundy eyes to no avail.
â'M right here, kid. I jus' put on my shades.â Monty drawled, the brunet leaping back with an inelegant squawk as the animatronic suddenly emerged from the shadows within. The brunet placed a palm over his racing heart with an exasperated sigh as the gator came to a stop in front of Gregory with a smug aura.
âYou suck.â The brunet muttered petulantly, the insult drawing a laugh from Monty. And, true to the animatronics word, the gator was now wearing a pair of star-shaped sunglasses that concealed its eyes.
They would look tacky on anyone else, but Monty somehow pulled them off.
âLetâs rock anâ roll!â The gator declared before -to Gregoryâs surprise- his stomach hatch dropped open, the brunetâs brows furrowing in confusion.
âBut I thought you said that it wasnât safe in there?â Gregory tentatively reminded, puzzled as to what might have changed Montyâs mind about that particular method of transportation. The gator tilted its head as it gestured to the empty cavity with a clawed hand, patiently offering an explanation.
âNot only would we move faster this way, but that lady whoâs after ya wonât be able ta find ya as easily if youâre hidinâ in here.â Monty reasoned and the brunet relented because that actually made sense, so he clambered into the available space with the gatorâs diligent assistance and got into a more or less comfortable position before the hatch door sealed him in.Â
A minute or so into their journey, the quiet started buzzing in Gregory's ears and the air seemed to thin. His throat clicked when he swallowed, reminding himself that the walls were not closing in on him and he could breathe just fine.
âSo... where are we heading? The main entrance?â The brunet broke the silence, not liking how unsteady his voice sounded to his own ears. Though he didnât have to worry because, if the gator noticed how strained Gregoryâs question was, the animatronic didnât comment on it.
âDonât be ridiculous, thatâs probably what the lady whoâs after ya âs anticipatin'. Youâre gettin' out through an employee exit, itâs safer.â Monty scoffed and the brunet shrunk back, curling up in order to make himself impossibly smaller.
âRight. Sorry.â Gregory mumbled and the rhythmic steps paused, the brunet only having a second or so to wonder if he was supposed to get out because they were at their destination, before the gator started walking again.
âYa donât need ta apologize for wantin' ta know the plan, kid.â Monty grunted, tone low and gentle in a way that no adult ever was with him.
Gregory blinked owlishly, something in his chest clenching uncomfortably at the kindness that this so-called âunfeeling machineâ was extending to him. The familiar ache stole his ability to speak, but the gator didnât push him to, so the brunet decided that it was okay to have this moment of weakness.
âThisâll be a bit loud, kid.â Monty warned before the sound of metal being mauled rang out. Gregory braced himself as best he could when the ride became considerably more bumpy, the gator descending down what he assumed to be the staircase that would lead to the maintenance tunnels underneath the Pizzaplex.
They were a few flights down when they heard a woman call out, the brunet recognizing her as the blond security guard that was searching for him.
âSheâs down here! We have to go back!â Gregory smacked at the hatch, a lump of fear lodging in his throat when the gator didnât immediately heed his demand.
âYouâre safe with me, kid. Sheâs not gonna getcha as long as Iâm around. Promise.â Monty vowed and the brunet could hear the animatronicâs hand briefly pat the compartment that Gregory was tucked in, the sound of plastic on plastic unmistakable. The brunet sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm because freaking out wouldnât help.
âAlright.â Gregory said on an exhale, significantly more calm but no less nervous about continuing on now that he knew that the security guard was nearby.
Soon enough, they hit flat ground and the brunet sighed when he was no longer getting uncomfortably jostled with each step.
âHow much farther-â
Gregory was cut off when the gatorâs voice box produced a strange hiss, the brunet quieting more out of incredulous confusion than anything else.
âHush, kid. I hear somethin'.â Monty murmured and Gregory strained his ears in an attempt to catch whatever the gator had picked up on, but his weak human ears came up with a whole lot of nothing other than his own breathing and Montyâs steady footsteps.
Although the silence didnât last long, the concrete below crumbled as the animatronic ground to a startled halt before jerking back like the gator had been surprised by something. The brunet quietly shifted, pressing his ear against the hatch door.
âWhat are you doing down here? Youâre supposed to be in your room.â The security guard demanded, sounding equal parts bewildered and frustrated.
Gregory flinched back, squeezing his eyes shut because he was sure that this was going to be the moment that Montyâs programming finally kicked in.
âLast I checked, stickinâ your nose in what I do durinâ my free roam time was above your paygrade, Vanessa.â Monty sneered, an alarming amount of animosity dripping from his words.
So⊠did that mean that the animatronic wasnât going to hand Gregory over to the woman?
âWhatever, I don't have time to argue with you. Thereâs a kid running around the Pizzaplex and itâs fifteen minutes till closing.â Vanessa huffed, tone colored with irritation.
âSo?â Monty growled, sounding just as annoyed with the whole conversation as the security guard.
âSo keep a lookout for him, let me know if you see anything or Iâll make sure you get scrapped.â Vanessa barked, losing her temper. But the gator merely laughed, not intimidated in the least.
âYou wish.â Monty snorted, the tension in the air stifling as the animatronic leaned forward a bit. Not enough to cause problems in the hatch for Gregory, but enough to probably get into Vanessaâs personal space.
âBut know that if ya ever threaten me again, youâre goinâ ta have a real nasty accident.â The warning was filled with barely-restrained rage and the brunet couldnât imagine having such wrath aimed at him, especially if it was Monty.
âWhat? Like Bonnie did?â Vanessa retorted and there was a loaded pause, Gregory waiting for something -anything- to happen with baited breath.
âExactly.â The gator snarled before he smoothly sidestepped where the brunet assumed the security guard was standing and stormed further down the hall. Gregory stayed quiet until Monty tapped what sounded like his knuckles against the hatch, signaling that the coast was clear.
âSheâs kind of a bitch.â The brunet blurted and the gator chuckled, the sound making Gregoryâs mouth split into a wicked grin. The ache flared up in his chest again, but it was easy enough to ignore the sensation now that he knew to expect it.
âSo itâs not jus' me who thinks that. Good ta know.â Monty huffed and the brunet was relieved that the animatronic appeared to be back to his usual self, the last of the remaining hostility dissipating.
âWhere are we now?â Gregory asked, itching to get out and stretch his legs. The brunet knew it was a bad idea to ask since Vanessa might still be snooping around in the area, but maybe talking to the gator would distract him.
âWeâre in those utility tunnels that I mentioned earlier, they connect all the attractions.â Monty hummed, indulging Gregory in a bit of pointless conversation. Chatting with the gator was... nice.
âWe can go anywhere in the building?â The brunet was amazed by the mere concept of accessing anything and everything at a whim, but Monty didnât seem nearly as impressed as Gregory was.
âThatâs the idea, kid.â The gator drawled lazily, the duo taking more turns than the brunet could keep up with.
However, their progress was brought to an abrupt halt when Monty suddenly stopped dead in his tracks without warning, posture stiff.
âWait, what? How's my power low already? I should have hours of charge left.â The animatronicâs confusion at the discovery was palpable, dread sinking in Gregoryâs stomach like a heavy stone.
âLow power? Are you going to shut down?â The brunet timidly asked, fearing the answer.
If Monty deactivated, Gregory would have to navigate this place all on his own, being forced to try and find a way out of this nightmare completely and utterly alone.
âNot if we find us a charginâ station. Sorry kid, but weâre gonna have ta turn around.â The gator sounded more regretful over the fact that they would have to backtrack than worried about the whole shutting down thing that was looming over the animatronicâs head.
âThatâs fine, your wellbeing is important too.â Gregoryâs mouth formed the damning words before he could stop himself, the statement betraying his steadily growing attachment to the robot.
âHang onta somethinâ, kid.â Monty warned and the brunet braced, the gator tearing back the way that they had come with a speed that no human could ever hope to compete with. They hit the stairs at a full sprint, the gator thundering up them four at a time in order to reach the nearest charging station.
Suddenly, there was the sound of metal scraping against concrete before Montyâs pace slowed, indicating that they had made it.
âOkay, kid. Hop on out. It should only take me around twenty minutes ta get back ta full power, but ya canât be in there with me.â The gator explained as the hatch folded open, the brightness of the lights outside causing the brunet to squint as he climbed out.
âIâll talk ta ya on that fancy watch of yours, keep track of ya.â Monty assured, reaching out to ruffle Gregoryâs hair. The brunet frowned as he crunched the numbers, hands curling into fists.
âBut the Pizzaplex closes in just a few minutes... Iâll be gone by the time youâre charged.â Gregory murmured and the gatorâs hand stilled, merely resting on top of his wild mop of brown locks.
âI know.â Monty said simply and the brunet bit his lip to stop the way it wobbled, eyes burning because he actually liked the gator. Monty had been nothing but nice and helpful and honest where others had only stabbed Gregory in the back.
And even if Monty was merely programmed to be kind to children, that was fine because it was still genuine seeing as he had assisted the brunet without expecting anything in return.
âI... guess this is goodbye then.â Gregory managed to choke out, holding back a dam of emotions using pure willpower alone. However, it seemed that Monty was more observant than one might think because his shoulders slumped, mouth opening and closing a few times.
âYeah, guess so. Take care, Rockstar.â Monty settled on at last, moving over to the charging station -with Gregory helplessly trailing after the animatronic- and stepping inside.
The door closed once the gator entered, separating them. Monty stared down at him through the circular glass window, offering a lackluster wave farewell. The brunet returned the gesture with matching enthusiasm before shifting back, forcing himself to turn away from the charging station and exit the nearest set of bright red double doors.
Gregory didnât look back, didnât allow the tears to fall until the doors swung shut behind him.
Originally posted on Ao3, but I decided to post it on Tumblr as well. This is an AU in which Gregory teamed up with Monty instead of Freddy, with a fresh twist on the story. It sticks with the Game plot for the first few chapters then diverges into it's own fully fledged idea that I hope you guys enjoy! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! And, as always, stay weird my lovelies!
And, if any of you are interested in throwing me a tip, why don't you buy me a coffee?
Table of Contents
Gregory was unceremoniously jostled out of his light doze when the animatronic that he was tucked inside of quite suddenly came back online and immediately lurched into motion with an enraged snarl.
The cramped space got impossibly smaller as the gator hunched low with a growl, Gregoryâs poorly chosen hiding spot becoming a lot more uncomfortable as the animatronic charged into something that broke with an audible crack. The brunet flinched when the muffled sound of fabric shredding reached him, the robot destroying what sounded like a sofa with extreme prejudice.
So, not only was Gregory stuck inside a rampaging machine, but he was also in quite a bit of discomfort because of all the metal jamming into any and all visible skin, painting his body with bruises. One particularly aggressive movement had Gregory's throbbing shoulder scream in protest, his traitorous vocal cords producing a whimper before he could stop himself.Â
The pathetic sound echoed throughout his metal refuge like a gunshot, the racket just outside the hatch abruptly falling into an ominous silence that made goosebumps erupt on the brunet's arms and legs. Gregory held his breath, not even daring to breathe now that the animatronic knew he was there.
"What? A kid?â A mechanical voice pierced through the mounting tension, the gator sounding more baffled than homicidal by the prospect of a child being in its vicinity.
âYa ainât gotta be scared, kid. Iâll turn on the light, yeah?â The robot spoke in a soft voice that could trick any kid into approaching it if they hadnât been lucky enough to hear the gator rampaging just moments before. Thankfully, Gregory was one of the few that wouldnât be coaxed out of his hiding spot by the animatronicâs false display of friendliness, despite how badly he wanted to get away from the wayward pieces of metal jabbing into him with every minute shift of the robot he was stuck inside of.
Gregory heard the gator move, traveling across the room to where the brunet guessed the lightswitch was, the barely audible click indicating that the robot had done as promised and illuminated the room. Most likely trying to make nice with Gregory so he let his guard down. Well screw that, death by mutilation was decidedly not the way he wanted to go.
âHuh? Whereâre ya kid?" The animatronic asked in blatant confusion, the gatorâs thundering steps vibrating through its frame as it prowled around the room in what Gregory assumed was an attempt to locate him.
Unfortunately for the gator, the brunet had absolutely zero intention of showing himself after both hearing and feeling exactly how unfriendly and hostile this particular overgrown childrenâs toy was. The last thing he needed -on top of the already shitty day heâd had- was to be ripped to bloody pieces by some malfunctioning tourist attraction.
He wanted to keep all his limbs right where they were, thank you very much.
"I ain't gonna hurtcha, kid." The gator -Gregory couldnât quite recall its name- crooned in a surprisingly gentle Louisiana drawl that he had to admit was actually quite nice to listen to.
"C'mon out." The animatronic coaxed in that same deceptively soothing tone and the brunet could hear the gator move something heavy, which indicated that the robot was indeed looking for him. Though the brunet figured that, if he could stay undetected long enough, then maybe it would lose interest.
But all of his hopes of escape were swiftly dashed when the animatronic made a movement that Gregory recognized as bending over, the stomach cavity shifting and causing the mechanical stuff around him to adjust with the motion.
Unfortunately, the brunet wasn't able to brace himself in time to avoid getting tossed forward into the sealed hatch doors that were holding him in, his knee taking the brunt of the impact as it rammed into the panel of textured metal, which scraped a few layers of skin off and made his nerves light up with pain.
Gregory yelped as he threw his hands out to catch himself before his face could meet the same fate as his throbbing knee, the seemingly deafening sound of his palms hitting the sealed hatch door echoing around him and making the boy freeze in horror.
"Tell me yer jokin'." The animatronic choked out, the gator actually sounding quite stunned upon realizing that the child it had been searching for was a lot closer than itâd initially anticipated as it immediately straightened out of its doubled over position.
Gregory let out a sigh of relief when he was given space to push himself away from the metal paneling and scramble backward, the brunet briefly allowing himself to be impressed with the Glamrock animatronics ability to express emotion despite their facial features having a limited range of movement.
The gator was equipped with some seriously impressive programming.
"That ain't safe! Get outta there!" The gator exclaimed before its stomach hatch dropped open, a clawed hand coming into view as the animatronic blindly reached inside the cramped space in an attempt to grab Gregory, who did his best to duck away from those alarmingly sharp fingertips.
Who the hell put claws on a robot anyway? Especially if said robot was meant to interact with children. Fazbear Entertainment might claim that the animatronics were totally safe, but there were more than enough interviews with aggrieved customers and pending lawsuits that heâd read in the weekly newspaper to indicate otherwise.
Harmless his ass.
The brunet cried out when his forearm was captured, the gator pulling the boy out of his hiding place with little fanfare. Gregory didnât hang from the captured limb for more than maybe half a second before the robotâs other hand engulfed the majority of his waist as the first appendage relinquished its grip on the boy, who kicked and struggled in the gatorâs unrelenting hold.
âLet me go!â The brunet snapped, fingers uselessly prying at the shiny plastic digits that held him hostage as he kicked out at the robot with his uninjured leg.
âWhat were ya doinâ in my stomach? That ainât a place for kids, even if they're runts like you.â The robot shook Gregory a bit, the sharp movement making his head swim and his shoulder twinge.
âStop it! That hurts!â The brunet hissed through clenched teeth, and Gregory was caught off-guard when the gator actually heeded his words with a muttered apology that was horribly stilted and gruff but perfectly sincere, it's grip on his person gentling a considerable amount.
âNow put me down!â Gregory barked, hoping that the gatorâs previous easy acquiescence meant that it was in a charitable mood. However, instead of complying with his command, the animatronic merely tilted its head in an eerily human manner.
âYa gonna run if I do?â The gator countered, still not budging as Gregory squirmed with all the fervor of a feral alley cat. Though, when it became abundantly clear that he wasnât going to be able to fight his way out of the animatronicâs hold, the brunet begrudgingly stilled as he carefully considered his options, his suspicion and fear only slightly assuaged by the fact that the robot had yet to report him to that shady security lady or horribly maim him.
âNo.â Gregory decided at last, giving up his useless struggling before meeting the gatorâs unblinking burgundy stare. They held eye contact for a few seconds -which felt more like years- then the brunetâs feet met solid ground and the massive hand around his waist retreated.
Gregory had to crane his neck back in order to properly look at the animatronic, which swiftly stooped down to kneel in front of him in a surprising show of accommodation since the brunet was almost insultingly short compared to the robotâs massive frame, the gator standing at a staggering seven feet.
âGood. Now hold still, kid.â The gator hummed before its eyes glowed a vibrant blue and projected a beam of light that scanned over Gregoryâs thin frame, the brunet resisting the urge to fidget under the animatronicâs scrutiny as shame and anger welled up inside of his chest, hyper-aware of how he looked with his ratty, oversized clothes and dirty face as he frowned distrustfully at the robot.
âScan complete.â The animatronicâs tail swayed sporadically behind it and Gregory wondered if the extra limb was malfunctioning or something, his focus drawn away from the flicking appendage when the gator leaned in until there was barely an inch of space between them.
âHm. Ya donât got a guest profile. Whatâs your name, kid?â The robot asked, those burgundy eyes pinning him in place with an intensity that made the boy feel as if he were being dissected.
âI⊠Iâm Gregory.â The brunet stammered, caught off guard by the animatronicâs unexpected interest in him.
âGregory.â The gator parroted as he leaned back a bit, the syllables smothered in that southern drawl that had somehow become a sound that could calm his rattled nerves a bit. The boyâs stiff posture relaxed without his explicit permission, his body too exhausted to remain coiled now that there was no immediate threat to his person.
"Iâll notify the main office-â The gator was cut off when the brunet suddenly lurched forward, hands grabbing the robotâs snout as if the action alone would be able to stop the animatronic from doing so.
âNo! You canât! Sheâll get me!â Gregory objected in an octave dangerously close to shrill, his shoulder throbbing from the abrupt and harsh movement of the injured joint. The animatronic blinked, staring at the brunet with an unnatural blankness that made it impossible for Gregory to know what was going through the gatorâs head.
âWell, I canât connect ta the main network anyway. Whoâs after ya? Are ya in danger?â The animatronicâs questions held the dangerous undercurrent of a growl that belonged more to a large dog than an alligator, but it was extremely intimidating regardless.
âThe security guard.â Gregory blurted before he could think better of it, because obviously the damn security guard would be looking for him since he had snuck into the pizzaplex earlier today. But there was just⊠something off about her, something Gregory couldnât name but felt acutely as soon as they had made eye contact.
âVanessa? Sheâs after ya?â The gator asked with another eerily human tilt of its head and Gregory took an involuntary step back from the animatronic, unsure of whether he should make a run for it. The robot was incredibly hard to read, probably due to its limited facial expressions. Fortunately for Gregory, the gatorâs body language was far more revealing when it came to what the animatronic was thinking.
âIf thatâs her name, then yeah.â The brunet retorted tersely, crossing his arms as his gaze briefly darted away from the gatorâs unblinking stare before he forced himself to maintain eye contact because he refused to be cowed by a machine.
âYa do realize that yer here awful late, yeah?â The gator asked, amusement bleeding into his tone, and Gregoryâs lips pressed into a tight line to avoid saying something snide that would definitely piss the robot off. Though the brunetâs face mustâve said it for him because the animatronic raised its hands in a placating manner that -admittedly- did manage to temper his anger and frustration. If only a little.
âLook, why donât you just help me get out of here?â Gregory suggested, a little desperately if he was being honest, but he certainly wasnât above playing into how young and scared he was in order to get his way. Not when the alternative was being handed over to the creepy security guard.
The gator visibly hesitated, body stiff and awkward as it slowly let its arms drop back to its sides, and the brunet subtly glanced around the room for a possible escape route should the robot insist on getting a figure of authority involved. The animatronic didnât appear to notice Gregory do so, as caught up with contemplating its options as it was. But, after a long moment, the gator straightened up out of its crouch to tower over the brunet.
âYa know what? Sure. Iâve been itchin' fer a jailbreak.â The robot said decisively, nodding to itself. Gregory tried not to let his overwhelming relief show, fighting the urge to burst into tears like some kind of baby now that he had a potential ally in this nightmare.
âI canât leave the room though, the door only opens from the outside.â The gator tapped the pad of its finger against its lower jaw, head tipping up to stare at the ceiling -as if in thought- before it paused. âThatâs it. The vent.â The animatronic suddenly announced, twisting to gracefully leap up and tear the grate off of said vent, carelessly tossing the damaged object behind itself. The cover landed with a thunderous crash on the other side of the room, the brunet cringing at the racket that the robot was making.
Surely someone would come investigate the noise? But then again, the room was dimmed and the curtains were drawn⊠so maybe it wouldnât be a problem? Regardless, Gregory wasn't all that inclined to wager his life on a maybe.
âWould you keep it down? Youâre going to get us caught!â The brunet kept his voice low, arms crossing over his chest when the gator ignored his comment in favor of poking the majority of its snout into the vent shaft. A familiar blue glow lit up the crawlspace for a few seconds before the animatronic finally pulled away, dropping back to the floor with enough force to shake the room.
âThe integrity 's intact, so it should hold ya.â The robot relayed to the frowning boy, who was starting to doubt going through with this potentially dangerous idea.
âHow will I get a hold of you if something goes wrong?â Gregory pointed out and the gator seemed to think about it for a moment before the robot trotted over to its vanity and aggressively yanked the middle drawer open in order to rummage inside, quietly grumbling to itself all the while. When the gator found what it was looking for, it faced the brunet and extended its hand, revealing what looked to be a colorful bear-themed watch nestled in the center of its palm.
âItâs a Faz-watch. Iâll be able ta keep in contact with ya usin' it.â The animatronic explained and Gregory accepted the device, securing it to his wrist before curiously poking at the dark screen. It came to life with a chime that made him jump before aiming an unimpressed glare at the smug gator.
âI made some adjustments, now no one but yours truly will be able ta access it.â The robot mused, sounding awfully proud of itself.
âCan you turn down the volume? I donât need the stupid thing giving me away if Iâm trying to be stealthy.â Gregory muttered, tapping the surface in order to familiarize himself with his new accessory. There was no response and the brunet looked up just in time to see the weird flicker of white static that had overtaken the robotâs burgundy eyes before it cut out and the color returned to normal like nothing had happened.
âDone.â The gator declared, its gaze focusing on the mildly creeped out boy.
âWhat was that?â Gregory blurted before he could think better of it, giving himself a mental kick when the animatronic stared at him uncomprehendingly.
âWhat was what?â The robot asked, clearly puzzled as to what the brunet might be referring to. Gregory shifted from foot to foot nervously, figuring that he might as well follow through with his question.
âThat thing with your eyes?â The brunet clarified and the gatorâs burgundy gaze widened in recognition as it nodded absently.
âI was adjustin' the settin's like ya wanted.â The animatronic shrugged, sauntering over to position itself directly under the vent before beckoning Gregory closer with a wave of his hand.
âRight. So all I have to do is open the door? Then youâll help me leave?â The brunet didnât struggle when he was picked up, the gator guiding him up to the opening.
âThatâs the idea, kid. But ya contact me if ya see the lady thatâs after ya, got it?â The animatronic waited until the brunet was halfway in the shaft before letting him go, the boy twisting as best he could in order to look back at the gator.
âOkay. Thanks, uhâŠâ Gregoryâs mouth pressed into a thin line as his face heated in embarrassment, but the robot didnât seem to mind that he didnât know its name, looking more amused than anything.
