Security Breach Glamrocks x reader fluffy headcannons
Glamrock Freddy
☆ If you have trouble going to sleep Freddy can read a story to you, sing either a lullaby or some of his songs. But most importantly is that he’ll be there when you need him.
☆ If you ever mention dad jokes to him, he’ll get interested and learn some. Then the next time you see him, he lays one on you.
“Y/N! I have a dad joke!”
“Oh god, let’s hear it.”
“What is Forrest Gump’s password? 1Forrest1!”
“Do you even understand that joke?”
“..Not at all.”
☆ Since you work there, you get to see Freddy a lot. Management noticed how close you guys were and upgraded your role from night guard, to the animatronics assistant.
☆ You guys would have some karaoke nights if you’re comfortable with it. Freddy would most definitely sing a love song.
☆ Freddy has logged all of the signs of you being uncomfortable in a folder named, “Superstar.”
Glamrock Chica
☆ She secretly has some Nintendo Wii remotes in her room to a TV in the break room for employees to play Just Dance on.
☆ If you get hungry, she’ll lead you to the kitchen to make some pizza or find something edible.
☆ The Queen of gossip. She’ll always run to you first to tell you the latest drama.
“Did you hear that DJ Music Man accidentally started playing WAP for a minute straight? How did it even get into the system?” She snorts and holds her stomach while kicking her legs around.
☆ When scavenging in the trash one night, Chica finds a solid looking rubber ducky. She cleans it, paints it, and now you have a mini Chica at home to remind you of your amazing Chicken.
☆ Over time, you help her eat less trash and some safer options like air. It does take a while for Chica to control her urges but she tries her hardest.
Roxanne Wolf
☆ Slumber parties. You guys get together in Roxy’s room and have a night where you can do almost everything you want. Makeovers, painting nails, mischief. if you want to do those.
☆ She needs your help to feel better about herself.
“Chica looked a bit cleaner than me today..No. I’m the best looking!…Am I?”
“Yes Roxy, you should know this. You are the only good looking animatronic in this entire world!”
“Yeah..yeah you’re right! I am! I am the best!”
☆ Races you in the Raceway. She almost never lets you win, but if you’re having a bad day, she might slow down just a teenyyyyyy tiny bit and let you win by a millimeter.
☆ She remembers everything you tell her but pretends that she doesn’t care for the small details.
“Ugh I can’t remember my size in pants.”
“P/S if you want a bit tight, P/S if you want to move around comfortably.” (P/S = Pants size)
“…What.”
☆ Obviously you have to be nice to bystanders, but Roxy forgets that.
“So what, do you just clean the toilets all day? Is that why you stink so bad?” A teenage boy asks, laughing at you with his friends.
“I have to run around all day sweating dude, why do you think-“
“Hey! Little dweebs! I don’t think you know who you just insulted. Me and Y/N go way back. All of you are BANNED from the raceway until management says otherwise!”
The group of teens are stunned but quickly wander off to go bother someone else unfortunate.
Roxy felt proud after that and made sure to keep a close eye on you when she could.
Montgomery Gator
☆ Pranks. Oh he loves pranking people and he gets you in on it too.
“What the..Y/N! Did you and Monty put a green shirt in the washing machine?! My uniform is stained for who knows how long now!” Vanessa yells through at other end of the walkie-talkie.
☆ He never EVER lets anyone touch his guitar. What if Chica has dirt and grime on her hands? What if some snotty kid decides that he wants to touch everything and anything he can? But you? Oh he’ll let you touch it. He’ll even teach you how to play it. If someone is walking by and Monty decides to keep his curtains open, they would be flabbergasted. Monty Is one protective gator but he lets his guard down if it’s you he’s around.
☆ Also like Roxy, he’ll act like he doesn’t care when you tell him stuff about you. Your favorite color? All the gifts he gives you are suddenly that color. If your favorite food is pizza, you have befriended the right gator.
☆ I feel like his love language would be between quality time and acts of service. But I’m leaning more towards acts. He wants to know if you really like him and not just around him because you don’t know how to tell him you don’t wanna be around him. He wants to know that you really enjoy him and spending time with him. And that you’ll sacrifice your time to make him happy, and he as well.
☆ Speaking of love languages, physical touch might be a big one if the time is right and if you’re okay with it. If you ARE okay with physical touch then he will absolutely put that in his everyday life. So small things like putting his arm around your shoulder when talking, that sort of stuff. But if you AREN’T a big fan of physical contact then that’s fine! He’ll do other silly things like leaving sticky notes on stuff he knows you’ll use, listen to his favorite music and you maybe recommending him songs you like.
Request - How would sunny, moon, Roxanne, and Montgomery respond if their SO ran up to them unexpectedly and lightly smacked their hand on them and said “tag you’re it!” And then turned around and literally started SPRINTING like their life depends on it!! 😆
☀️️Sunnydrop + "Tag, You're It!:"☀️
Wuh--hey! That's totally unfair! Sun stomps his foot like a petulant child, then throws his arms in the air and takes off after you, practically skipping with glee. You better run, run, run! He's going to get you! (And he doesn't care who sees!) The two of you turn the Daycare into an obstacle course. If the kids could see you, they'd be losing their minds!
🌙Moondrop + "Tag, You're It!:"🌙
For a moment he stands there, head cocked, watching you run off. Then he glances down at his hand, and back to you. Oh, you want to play? He can do that. Slowly, he crouches down, limbs splayed, hands and feet poised against the mats. Then, with a single push, he's off--skittering across the floor faster than is humanly possible. Run, rabbit, run!
🐺Roxanne Wolf + "Tag, You're It!:"🐺
Whoa! What was that? She's mostly confused for a second, but picks up on the game quickly. Oh, so that's how you wanna play? You better run, then, because Roxy is faster than she looks! She'll chase you till your legs feel like they're going to fall off, always just a hairs breadth away from snatching you up. You're gonna have to do better than that if you think you can beat her!
🐊Montgomery Gator + "Tag, You're It!:"🐊
Oh, you better believe he's chasing you down! Monty doesn't get the chance to goof off nearly as much as he'd like, so he's hot on your tail. The two of you are looping around tables, jumping over chairs, just barely missing running into other people. Monty nearly crashes several times, but hey! He's cool, it's cool! It's just part of the game, baby!!
Reader is the newest (and only) employee of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! Although the company hasn't exactly been forthcoming about what they'll be doing in the destroyed building. Look, they need this job, okay?
(My meds kicked in and chucked me full speed back into my FNaF hyper fixation from middle school. Now I've got 5 chapters of this thing written and show no sign of stopping. Send help.)
Chapter 1 (you are here)┃Next
Fazbear entertainment was notorious for cutting corners, but even this felt like too much. When you applied for the position last week, you had imagined doing some basic coding and debugging, comfortably behind a desk and in no physical danger whatsoever. You had not imagined standing in front of a burned, half collapsed building and being told you were to “retrieve and repair company assets”... whatever that meant. The email had been extremely vague.
Still, a job was a job, and you weren’t in a position to be picky about it. Staring up at the papered-over doors wouldn’t do much good, so you push through them into the entrance of the ruin that used to be the Mega Pizzaplex.
The walls are covered in graffiti and torn-up posters, and the floor is a level of grimy you don’t want to think about. A pathetic banner over what used to be the main turnstiles asks visitors to ‘Pardon our mess!’ and that ‘We’ll be back soon!’. Why the sign is on the inside of the building where nobody but squatters would see is beyond you, but it’s reassuring that someone has been inside the building since… whatever had happened to it. At least the roof won’t fall on you.
As you pick your way through the mess, glass crunching under your boots, you wonder where in the mess you’re even meant to start. This decision is quickly made for you, when you find both the center and left turnstiles completely blocked. Hesitantly, you try the right side, hoping you’ll find something. The turnstiles on this side of the entryway are thankfully clear of rubble, but what grabs your attention first is against the wall: a twitching, headless robot, which appears to have somehow fallen onto a cardboard cutout of the animatronic cast. You recognize Chica, but the dog-looking one on the other side of the cutout is a newer character, and the two in the middle are unrecognizable given the condition of the sign. Still, if the robot here wasn’t a “company asset” you weren’t sure what was, so you grab the outstretched arm of the thing and tug, letting the flashlight it had been holding fall out of its hand and roll across the floor.
It’s heavy, and you’re not exactly used to hauling weight around, but inch by inch it rips free from the cardboard cutout. When it’s free, you see that the robot doesn’t have legs, but two wheels, so, thanking whatever Fazbear tech decided to make your life easier, you prop it up on its “feet” and push it closer to the doors.
You leave the headless robot standing in the middle of the entry before doubling back to the right side of the room. The turnstiles here are free of debris, so you jump over one without an issue. Then you pull out your phone to turn on the flashlight before continuing down the hall, through a picked-clean giftshop, and up a staircase.
You find another robot in the next room, this one with a head on its shoulders and already standing up. You walk up to it, planning to push it back to stand with the other one, only for the thing to suddenly lunge forward at you, emitting a garbled shriek as it shines its flashlight directly in your eyes. Then, it slumps forward, dropping the flashlight.
You hadn’t realized the robots might still have power.
Hesitantly, you reach forward to poke the robot’s shoulder, leaning backwards as you do to keep as much distance as possible between the two of you. It doesn’t move. You push it harder. Still nothing.
Satisfied the thing had spent the last of its battery, you shove the bottom edge of your phone in your mouth so both your hands will be free to push the robot back the way you came. Sure, it’s still heavy, and your arms will definitely complain later, but the wheels must rely on power to lock, and without it, you’re met with little resistance.
Until you reach the top of the stairwell.
Dang it!
Before you can even think about how to get it down the stairs, the wheel catches on a snag in the carpet and you stumble forward, sending both you and the robot tumbling down the stairs. The phone slips out of your mouth as you yelp. The noise of metal hitting concrete echoes through the empty building. You curse as you sit up, rubbing your elbow. Nothing broken, but falling down the stairs on top of a giant metal robot was hardly comfortable. You climb to your feet, surveying damage to the bot. It had been in such a state of disrepair you can’t even tell if dropping it down concrete stairs had done any damage. Your phone lays next to it, screen cracked but flashlight still shining.
You sigh, then go about getting the robot standing back up on its wheels and push in back towards the entryway, leaving it to stand next to its decapitated brother.
You check your phone.
Your shift had only started an hour ago, but you already want to go home.
Just one more trip in, you tell yourself, heading towards the turnstiles. Find something worth reporting back to the higher ups about. Wouldn’t do well to be caught slacking on your first day on the job now, would it?
You make your way back up the stairs, through the room you had found the second robot in, and into what must have used to be the lobby. There’s a chained door to your right, which according to the wall is the Super Star Day Care Pick Up. A piece of graffiti ominously advises you to “RUN”. You try the door, pushing aside a few loose planks of wood, but someone’s wrapped a chain around the handles. You’ll need to come back with bolt cutters. For now, you continue onwards toward the main lobby area. Unfortunately, your path ends at an open elevator shaft. You shine your phone light into the open doors, looking up the dark shaft. The elevator itself was still on the next floor up, but you don’t like the way it’s swaying. You step back, deciding you’d rather like to end the workday without getting crushed by a falling elevator, and hear something sharply crack under your boot.
You pick up your foot. A broken walkie talkie in the shape of the dog mascot stares up at you. It makes a few pathetic static noises before falling silent.
“Huh,” you kick the now useless piece of plastic away, letting it skid across the floor and nestle itself between some trash. You instead turn your attention to the debris and boxes blocking the rest of the walkway. No hope of getting through there without hauling at least a few things out of your way.
With no idea what to do now, you decide to pull up the phone number of the guy who had conducted your interview over the phone. It rings for a few seconds before connecting to a robotic answering machine, asking you to explain your issue in clear wording.
“Uhhh, sorry,” you begin awkwardly. Why you’re apologizing to an AI chatbot is beyond you. “This is Y/N? I just started my shift at that Pizzaplex place y’all sent me to, but there’s not really a way to get through the rest of the building. I found two robots, but they’re in pretty rough shape and I’m not exactly, uh, trained to fix mechanical issues?”
There’s a pause on the other side of the line.
“... I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that,” the robotic voice says cheerily. “For payroll, please say ‘payroll’, for part ordering, please say ‘parts’, for-”
You don’t bother listening to the rest of her spiel.
“Can I please speak to a human?” you try. Maybe the bot could only respond to certain phrases? ‘Human’ seemed as good a trigger word as any.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that,” it responds. “For payroll, please say-”
You rub your free hand over your face, sighing deeply as you restrain yourself from yelling at the phone.
“Human. Please may I speak to a human.”
You hold your breath at the pause before…
“Looks like I can’t help with that. I’ll connect you to one of our representatives. Please remain on the line.”
“Thanks,” you mumble, though you’re not sure why. Probably just habit. Still, there’s another strangely long pause before you hear a click, followed by some calm, jazz-adjacent hold music.
You walk back to the Day Care Pick Up doors and pull a mostly clean looking box out of the pile to sit on as you wait.
Thankfully, you don’t need to wait long before a gruff voice on the other end greets you.
“What’dya need,” he asks.
“Oh, uh, hi! I was just calling about the-”
“Yea, yea,” he interrupts. “Bot sent over the recording of the call. What’dya need?”
“Umm, to get into the Pizzaplex? The entrance is blocked off. I think I could get into the Daycare? If I had some bolt cutters. But the lobby’s covered in debris. I can’t really… get anywhere?”
“Jus’ use the VR mask. Didn’t you watch the trainin’ videos?” He grunts, then begins chewing something next to the receiver. You pull the phone away from your ear so you hopefully won’t hear the crunching.
“Training videos?” You ask, dread building in your stomach. “I was just emailed that I got the position and I was supposed to ‘retrieve and repair company assets’. Did I miss a message?”
“Of course the big wigs upstairs overlooked yer trainin’. Figures,” the man on the phone sighs. The line is silent for a moment, and you’re about to ask if he’s still there when he continues. “Look, says here the ‘plex is gettin’ fixed up. I’m bettin’ the bosses want their million dollar bots outta the way of the construction crews. You told the bot you found two? Which ones were they?”
“I dunno,” you lean back, letting your back rest against the daycare door. “The one didn’t have a head, but it looks nearly identical to the other one I found. They’re, white? At least, I think they were.”
“S.T.A.F.F. bots, by the sounds of it. Nah, they’ll want you goin’ after the expensive ones. Y’know, Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty? ‘N prob’ly the daycare attendant, too. You should grab anything worth keeping, ‘n S.T.A.F.F. ‘re good fer cleaning if you can get a few up ‘n runnin’, but just make sure you get the main cast.”
“Oh! Okay, that’s more than they told me in the email,” you chuckle nervously.
“Yea yea, they don’t ‘xactly got the budget to spend too much on the ‘plex before they fix it up, so they probably skipped a lot of yer trainin’. Still, you shoulda gotten a VR mask to make movin’ around the ‘plex easier.”
“Like I said, I think I can get into the daycare with bolt cutters,” you try to offer helpfully.
“Hmmph, that’ll have to do for now I s’pose. Shoot us a message if you find anything,” he grunts. “I’ll get’cha a card to purchase tools with. Check your email in a few minutes.”
Before you can ask more questions, the phone clicks. You look at the screen. He hung up on you. You sigh.
“Welp, this’ll be interesting,” you mutter to the empty, destroyed room.
As you get up from your boxy perch, the door you had been leaning against slams closed. You squawk, whipping your head around.
You yank on the door handle, and the chain has just barely enough slack to allow it an inch of opening. Cautiously, you peek through the small gap, taking in the dark room.
Huuuuuge brain blast while I was writing a fic for sun oooough I am about to get so silly!! Split this into two posts because I don't have the mental strength to make long long posts
Characters: freddy, chica, roxy, monty
Notes: reader is gn, human reader, short post because admin is still not used to writing the glamrocks <3 im more of a DCA writer TToTT
CWs: none
FREDDY
he doesnt let it get to him... or at least he tries not to! but when you clock into your shift ricking lightning earrings hes going to feel a certain way! its almost a prideful feeling!
and they look so nice on you! hes going to let you know that they suit you well!
neither hurt or upset if you only wear them every now and then, its your choice after all!
may get matching earrings! or or or GASP! You give him one of yours and you keep the other! something about it makes him feel soft inside!
CHICA
you cannot tell me that they wouldnt market her bow or leg warmers- or hell even her earrings! but... freddy already for the earring thing... so leg warmers it is!
you clock into work wearing them on a colder day and shes immediately at your side, telling you how stylish you look! you... cant tell if shes being sincere or teasing you... maybe both?
even if they dont fully match with your uniform shes going to be pleased! will think about it for a while... may giggle to herself when shes alone in her room long after youve left to go home
you bought something themed around her and wore it, how can she not?
MONTY
they sell his sunglasses in the shops! so you go ahead and snag yourself a pair to wear during your shift! its... not the best idea to wear shades inside and you kind of look like a douche to some people... but damnit is it not fun!
half hearted vaguely amused snort from his nose when he sees you, tells you you look good in them... but why wear fakes if you can have the real thing?
lets you wear his own shades just to try them... theyre... only slightly more durable and higher quality, but you keep that part to yourself
if youre going to mimic him you better be able to emulate his attitude, this is more of a side headcanon but hes definitely going to try to get you to act tougher if youre a bit softer....
ROXY
a headband with her wolf ears on them! she thinks it looks a little tacky but you get a pass.... for now...! will let you know that there are better options- perhaps a jacket or... oh youre deadset on the headband...
snaps her jaws shut when you tell her you picked the ears specifically because you think theyre cute- you... think her ears are cute by extension, right?
just know her tail is swaying behind her as she tells you that you made a good pick choosing her merch!
....even if she tries to act like its not that big of a deal... i mean dozens of people come in wearing something roxy themed but she tooooooootally doesnt think about it later
(a little y/n idea cause I've gone back into my fnaf faze especially my obsession with security breach with the new game releasing.)
I imagine a y/n animatronic who is inspired by the time line that security breach is based on disco and is kinda a more fragile animatronic that had a disco ball head that's kinda small to match humanoid proportions also he kinda has the tall and wears boots that people wore to discos when it was popular. (I don't know if their pronouns should be he or they but I'll use he for rn) But y/n has the disco clothes that are detailed after the pizza Plex and the dance area that music man is at. Y/n doesn't work with kids a lot and isn't at the daycare as he's not built for taking care of children but does come over for birthday parties if they request him which is kinda frequent because the people like the funny dancing robot man as some more grown people having birthday party's with y/n kinda awkwardly sitting there. (I got this idea from a video I saw of a person who invited a person who dressed up like spiderman to their birthday party and they kinda say there awkwardly sitting there and asked if anyone wanted a picture with spiderman.)
Y/n has the disco boots that shine because I say so. He also use to have roller skates built into his disco boots but was removed because he kept almost running into kids and teens who were unattended by parents and even parents themselves who weren't looking. So it was removed because of being a hazard to guests, y/n has merch both food and non food related like jawbreakers that are themed after his disco head and spaghetti that was themed after him as well with the noodles being dyed after the stripes on his body suit he has.
Y/n has a lot of padding underneath his body suit because of his Endoskeletons bascially being as spindly as the daycare attendants body but y/n was made to move a lot and dance for long periods of time so he does need padding so that he doesn't get damaged or accidently wack someone with a full metal arm but it also makes him kinda more humanish and not like a skeleton in a suit. I love to imagine that y/n is made to keep more of the active kids a activity to do something so they wouldn't destroy the daycare but y/n has music man help because I say again y/n wasn't really built to have kids constantly running into him or just having to keep kids from biting his head because of his head being marketed as a candy jawbreaker so a lot of kids have tried to see if his disco ball head is make of candy. So y/n is kinda more in the area with music man because of the arcade having less kids around and more of adults and teenagers there so the risk of y/n being damaged is less likely unless some dumb teen tries to climb on y/n as that happens twice once, their banned for life now. Y/n also uses the big music mans hand like a bed sometimes.
Y/n likes the daycare attendants but only when it's closing hours. He likes that sun rants a bit to him and does help sun clean things up because y/n doesn't has nothing to do when it's closing hours cause the arcade is closed early to save on power, moon kinda freaks him out because seeing the red glowing eyes in the distance and then the giggling. Y/n is running out that damn door.
Sun: "oh! HII Y/N! HEY Y/N! OVER HERE! HEY Y/N!"
*Y/n having his headphones on, on full blast so he can't hear a thing*
Y/n's relationship with the glamrocks are great and y/n always catches Roxy looking at him a lot especially when close as she is looking at her reflection and also y/n cause she likes him but also likes that y/n's head is able to act kinda like her mirror. Chica has a laser pointer and likes to shine it on y/n's head but one of the stray Lazer beams hit Freddy in the eyes so now y/n and chica can't mess around with Lazer pointers anymore. Y/n is also allowed to roam around a lot so sometimes y/n is able to go into the kitchen and grab some snacks to hang out with chica even though he can't eat anything, he pretends to.
Monty likes y/n and does try to put his glasses on y/n but it always slips off so Monty just taped it on but I definitely see y/n trying to do golfing with Monty but y/n kinda sucks at golfing because y/n isn't meant to be still for some time so y/n accidentally hits the ball to hard or to soft but Monty likes that y/n tries. Freddy likes y/n cause y/n tries to be nice to the kids even though they can literally tear him apart but Freddy does sneak to y/n's disco section but if y/n isn't in there y/n is always at music mans dance floor as he likes to relax with y/n when Freddy is allowed the time to relax.
(Anyways! Hopefully you guys like it and if you do and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)
a/n: okay so i'm not strictly adhering to lore here. call it an au if you want, i'm taking some bits and leaving some bits. this is an extremely self indulgent fic, i fucking love security breach and i miss fics like these </3 so enjoyyy
wc: 1.7k
sleepless nights and... animatronics, apparently
part one!
Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. An over-branded mouthful, honestly. You’d never heard of the place, but when you mentioned it in front of your older relatives, they seemed to recognize the franchise. Or some older version of it. You didn’t read too much into it.
All that you knew (and cared about) was that you’d finally landed a job in this atrocious job market, and that it paid well.
And now, for the second time (the first being your interview), you were faced with the ridiculously large complex with the neon sign that was bigger than your house.
It was surprisingly busy for a weekday, but most schools should’ve been out at the grand hour of five PM, so maybe it wasn’t surprising.
The place was absolutely swarming. Kids skipping to the entrance with huge grins, shouting for their parents to walk faster. Long lines at the gates, tired employees working as fast as they could to strap wristbands on tiny arms and hand out one of a dozen different passes to each kid.
The air was thick. Warm on your skin—not exactly a comfort in summer—sharp and musty in your nose, booming in your ears… the place was the definition of buzzing. But maybe not entirely awful; one of the many smells drifting around was food. What kind, you weren’t sure. But it didn’t smell bad. And half of the noise was kids’ laughter and excited shouts. Watching those smiles, you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of your own mouth.
You managed to navigate to the offices; the one spot in this massive structure that you’d seen so far. Past an inconspicuous door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY.
You were an employee now, right? It still felt kind of weird pushing through that door and just… wandering down that little hallway.
Pausing outside the door you’d interviewed in—the one that had a little gold plate that said Management—you raised your hand to knock… and hesitated.
You could hear voices inside. As much as you tried not to eavesdrop, it was kind of difficult with how clear you could hear the conversation.
A more masculine voice. Your interviewer, you vaguely recognized.
“I don’t care that you prefer to work nights alone. With everything that’s been happening, we need more night staff.”
In reply, a more feminine voice. Younger. Sharper.
“To do what? The night shift workload is completely manageable with one person. We have security bots that do half the work already!”
Your fist hovered over the door. Damn your own curiosity.
“Vanessa, we can’t afford to have any more incidents. It’s just a preventative measure.”
There was a pause. When the woman spoke again, her voice was low. Almost a whisper.
“Sir, I have been personally investigating those disappearances. And I’ve been implementing my own measures to prevent any more from happening.”
Did you… hear that right? Suddenly this didn’t feel like a conversation you should be listening to. The man was mid-reply when you knocked at last, three sharp raps that cut him off. He beckoned for you to come in.
When you pushed that door open, smile plastered on your face, you’d never guess that they’d just been having a seemingly dark conversation. There was the man who interviewed you—some middle-aged white guy with a very forgettable face (no offense to him)—and a girl, blonde, probably not much older than you, but with bags under her eyes more characteristic of someone twice her age.
She smiled thinly, rising to extend a hand to you as the manager spoke.
“Y/n, this is Vanessa. She’s our night guard; you’ll be working together directly.”
“Partially,” Vanessa corrected, giving your hand a firm shake. “I do security. You’ll be doing…”
She looked at the manager. He perked up, floundering for a moment. “Well, I’ve created an itinerary… just little tasks I’ve stolen from the closers. It’ll keep you plenty busy for the night. But you will be checking in with each other frequently,” he added, almost like a reprimand, with a not-so-subtle look at Vanessa. “Safety reasons.”
“Of course,” you agreed, nodding at both of them.
Vanessa’s lip twitched. “Yeah.”
The manager cleared his throat, shuffling papers around his desk. “Uh, since you won’t really be doing security, you won’t be training with Vanessa.”
“Makes sense,” you muttered.
“Vanessa, if you could just get Y/n situated with a uniform, I’ll have Payton come fetch them from the employee locker room,” the manager prattled, already reaching for his phone.
Vanessa nodded stiffly, making for the door. You took the hint to follow.
“Uniform’s simple,” Vanessa explained, tilting her head at you as you walked. “Just the polo; you can wear whatever you want below that. Some kids around here wear skirts. Most wear jeans or something. You can wear a jacket, but it has to be our brand.”
You raised an eyebrow. Vanessa snorted. “Stupid, I know. At least it’s free.”
She turned abruptly into a little closet, stooping to fish a shirt from a box. She extended it to you lazily, nodding to the end of the hall. “Locker rooms are just that door at the very end. I’ll meet you by the entrance at close.”
She gave a halfhearted wave, already heading in the opposite direction.
“See you then,” you muttered, though you doubted she heard.
The locker room was quiet while you changed in the single bathroom stall, but you heard the door open just as you were looking for a free locker for your bag.
“Newbie?” A voice called.
“Uh, Payton, right?”
A bleached-blonde teen saluted you, the dozen pins on their jacket clicking at the motion. “That’s me.”
Your eyes landed on the… green glitter(?) coating their hands. They followed your gaze, turning their hands in front of them with a laugh. “I usually work in the daycare. But I’ve been all over.”
“There’s a daycare here?”
“You didn’t know? There’s a lot of stuff here. I feel like even I’m still learning—just today I found out that we make tacos.”
They jabbed a thumb at the door, one hand fiddling with a lanyard while they walked. “I’d give you the full tour, but that’d take your whole shift, and I’m leaving in two hours.”
You followed them out into the main area, weaving through groups of kids and teens and parents. Above all the racket, music started booming. Payton seemed to perk up, turning around to face you with a grin.
“Ooh, they’re doing the closing performance! C’mon, you gotta see this.”
You ducked into an elevator, watching Payton bob their head to the music. You couldn’t help but join—the music was admittedly catchy. Very… retro.
When the doors opened… you were met with a massive open space. There were shopping malls smaller than what you were looking at. Multiple levels, huge neon signs littered everywhere, escalators and stairs, fountains…
You didn’t have time to gawk too much. Payton was hurrying down an escalator towards the source of the music (and beams of flashing lights): a stage.
“I don’t get to see these guys perform very often,” they explained breathlessly, practically shouting over the noise. “But it’s totally my guilty pleasure.”
Honestly, you couldn’t blame them for that. For one, the music was pretty good, and two… as you approached the stage, you realized that there were animatronics moving about. You’d assumed they were people from afar, and even now you questioned if they were people in suits.
“Those are… robots?”
“Our animatronic mascots!” Payton announced grandly, gesturing with both hands to the stage. “Pretty cool, huh? They’re hella advanced!”
“That’s a word for it,” you breathed. Then, louder for Payton to hear: “Nothing like what I’m used to.”
Payton laughed, nodding. “Yeah, these aren’t those cruddy chuck-e-cheese puppets—not by a long shot.”
You just hummed, watching the four move across the flashing stage, strumming guitars, mashing keyboards, twirling a microphone like a baton… it was surreal.
“We missed the intro,” Payton began again, leaning in to speak, “but that one’s Freddy!”
They gestured to the one with the microphone. The kids seemed more enamored with him; jumping and clapping whenever he got close to the stage’s edge. He was quite literally the poster boy, and he looked the part. Bright colors, an inoffensive face—he looked like he was constantly smiling. It made your own lips curve into a grin.
“Chica,” Payton went on, pointing to a pink-clad bird animatronic. She was strumming a guitar with casual flourishes, glancing around at the other animatronics like she was just happy to be up there with them. Somehow, you decided that she was the friendliest among the four. From what you could gather by looking at a performance, anyhow.
“Roxy.” In the center of the stage, mashing away at a keyboard, was a wolf animatronic. Her eyes were locked on the crowd, seemingly very focused. She didn’t even look away when she had to side-step to dodge Monty, still playing the keyboard, still watching. It was impressive, honestly. You could guess that she was the more serious character.
“And Monty,” Payton gestured as a gator animatronic swept by the front of the stage. He looked a bit different from the others—more punk, for sure. And the way he carried himself matched; with head-banging and dramatic turns and flourishes, it was almost obnoxious. Almost—frankly, it just seemed like he had the loudest personality.
“You lucked out! Usually it’s Bonnie on bass—don’t see Monty up there often.”
“There’s more of them??”
Payton laughed, clapping you on the back instead of answering.
Just as soon as the music had started, one final strum ended the song, and the animatronics… they didn’t go still. Rather, they heaved. Like they were breathing. Like real rockstars after an intense show. Chica blew kisses. Freddy knelt to high-five a kid. Roxy waved nonchalantly. Monty had his fists in the air like he was celebrating.
You tilted your head. There was so much… personality. Detail. Effort. It was artful.
And as they started to back towards the curtains… you swore that one of them, finally spotting you in the crowd, winked at you.
You just blinked, dazed by the whole performance.
“Well,” Payton huffed, clearing their throat after cheering. “Let’s get back to training, huh?”
oh yaaahh.. whatever the writing equivalent of brain candy is... that's what i'm doing
anyways, tysm for reading!! take care of yourselves lovey dovies <3
Monty's massive head rested heavily on your lap, his body rigid and tense as you gently stroked his snout. Your touch seemed to be helping him relax, just a little, but there was still a visible tremble in him. His hands clenched and unclenched, as though struggling not to lash out. Those piercing red eyes stared blankly ahead, unseeing, unfocused, into the wall.
"I didn't mean to scare her…" He muttered, almost too quietly for you to hear.
"Oh Monty" you murmured softly, your voice low and gentle as you tried to help him relax. "She's a little girl. Lots of things spook them," you offer, trying to make him feel better. "You were just-"
"She looked at me the same way you did." His deep voice rumbled through his chest, sending vibrations to your legs.
You paused mid-stroke, looking at him. "When did I look at you like that?" You asked curiously.
"Your first day here," he answered, his tone dismissive, as if it should have been obvious.
Monty remembers how you flinched when he got really angry during a heated argument. What it was about, he doesn't remember. Knowing himself it was probably something stupid. But what he won't forget is the way you shook with tears in your eyes.
You fell silent for a moment before starting to slowly stroke his snout again. It took you a minute or two to gather your thoughts before speaking again.
"I didn't know you." You admitted, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor. "I only judged you by your appearance."
There was a heavy pause as you thought back over the past few months since meeting Monty. You had definitely judged him harshly at first, mostly because of how he looked, but also because of your coworkers warning you about his "temper". But now, after getting to know him? Well, he wasn't exactly Mr. Friendly, but he certainly wasn't the monster everyone made him out to be.
"But then…" you started again, hesitating slightly before continuing. "I got to know you."
At your words, Monty's head shifted in your lap as he turned his attention up towards you. He took a moment to move his arm, wrapping loosely around your waist as he listened to you.
"And then...I grew to love you," you finished, your voice soft as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his snout.
A soft bellowing sound emanated from his chest, shaking the whole couch slightly. Both eyes shut as he soaks up the attention.
"I love you," you say, running your fingers through his hair lovingly.
A soft growl left his throat as he let out another one of those breathy, low moans. The vibration of it sent shivers down your spine as you heard him whisper once more.
"Again."
"I love you," you whispered again, pressing another sweet kiss to the end of his snout before pulling back to stare into his eyes.
