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There had been dozens. Hundreds even. This was day two of trying to find a new drummer for the band. Of course, the night before, Roxy had suddenly remembered her close friend. Who just so happened to know the drums. Meaning they did not need to listen to the loads of auditions the day before.
Now, of course, he was running late by a whole eleven minutes. "This dude better hurry the fuck up." Bonnie complained, checking his phone for the millionth time today. "Roxy?"
"He prides himself on being fashionably late. He'll be here any second now."
"I can't wait to meet him!" Chica exclaimed, "You're his friend, he must be nice, right?"
Roxy scoffed, laughing dryly. "No. He's a bitch, and I'm on his good side. Just a warning, he won't hesitate to sock ya, so don't piss him off."
"And how do you know him?" Bonnie asked, a hand on their hip.
"We were friends when we were kids. Haven't spoken for a few years."
"Is he hot at least?" He questioned again.
"Bonnie!" Freddy finally poked into the conversation, as he'd been watching the road carefully.
"What? A guy's gotta-"
They were interrupted by the sudden uproar of a motor. Down the road, was a man on a motorcycle. He was probably over the speed limit, and skidded to a halt in front of them.
He had a helmet over his head, but what from Bonnie could see, he was definitely hot. He was muscular, and showed it off too, only wearing a cropped fishnet vest to cover his chest.
Other than that, he wore baggy green pants, and platform boots. He had a spiked collar on his neck and spiked bracelets paired with purple fingerless gloves.
Covering his arms were various tattoos and scars that could only leave him wondering what had left them. His fingernails were painted a dark violet, and looked dangerously sharp. And his skin was dark and tanned to perfection. Then, he had some kind of reptile tail.
"Hey." He spoke, his voice deep and gruff.
"Ooh. An accent!"
He took his helmet off, and shook his head, letting his red locs fall around his shoulders. He had piercings, and so many of them. Just about every piercing one could have. Poking out of his mouth was a forked tongue, one that was unnaturally long, and sharp fangs.
"You're Monty!" Chica shouted eagerly. "Oh my gosh, I can already tell you'll be a great fit!"
"Uh, no, I'm not letting you get off the bat that easily." Bonnie said sternly. "You're... twelve and a half minutes late!"
"Bonnie..."
"Sorry dude, it's my first time in town. I didn't know how to get here. But I brought muffins!"
Roxy was undoubtedly confused. They raised an eyebrow, this was not the same guy it once knew. He was different.
"You brought us muffins? Oh my gosh, we're keeping you. Freddy, can we keep him?" Chica started jumping up and down excitedly, bounding up to stand in front of Monty. "Wait. Where are the muffins?"
"I kinda sorta dropped 'em. In the road. I wasn't gonna give ya guys road muffins." He responded sheepishly, sticking out the receipt to a whole thirty dollars worth of muffins from a nearby bakery.
"Hey, Monty, you're not even gonna say hi to me?" Roxy asked, a smug grin on her face.
He suddenly perked up, "Rox! It's been a while." He ran to them, hooking his arms around it's torso. She was a bit surprised by how clingy he was.
Meanwhile, Bonnie noticed some strange behavior from their friend as the others caught up with each other. They all went inside, and Chica poured some tea. Freddy's eyes kept darting around, focusing on random objects in the room. He looked a bit flustered.
"Hey, Freddy." He whispered. "Hello? Earth to Fred!"
"What?" He answered, still not focusing. He shook his head. "Sorry. Something wrong?"
"'Something wrong'? You're totally eyein' that guy."
"I'm sorry?"
"You're staring at..." Bonnie struggled for the name, clicking his tongue a little. "Monty."
"That's just... not what I expected him to look like?"
Bonnie let the answer pass for now, but at least Freddy had already snapped out of his trance. "Alright, new guy!" They stood up, thrusting the cup of tea into Freddy's hands. "I am Bonnie, the leader of this band."
"Self-proclaimed." Roxy coughed.
"I'm on the bass. And I'm good at it too! Probably the best in the country."
"Pronouns." Freddy reminded.
"Right." Bonnie groaned with a little laugh. "He/they." He ended with a dramatic bow.
Freddy stood up next, now making Bonnie hold the tea. "I'm Freddy! I-I sing. And- and my pronouns are he and him."
Then it was Chica's turn. "I'm Chica! I like food, pizza especially! And I play the electric guitar! My pronouns are she/her."
"I don't need to stand up he already knows-" Roxy was pulled forward by Chica. "Roxy. Keytar. She/they/it." And they sat back down. "Now go, it's your turn, idiot."
Monty got up, shuffling his feet. "Name's Montgomery, but call me Monty. I play the drums, and the piano, and the bass-"
"You didn't say he knew multiple!" Bonnie shouted, cutting him off.
"Wait, wait let him continue!" Chica chimed in.
"I can play the guitar too, and the violin. And I know saxophone and trumpet. Oh! I also played the organ for a church when I was like six. And a harp." He laughed.
"What are you, some kinda prodigy?" Bonnie asked, absolutely bewildered.
"I dunno, maybe?"
"Okay, okay wait, keep introducing yourself." Chica reminded, swinging her feet back and forth.
"Oh, uh, my pronouns are he/him... and..."
"Go on, tell us something interesting about yourself!" Freddy urged.
"He once ran into a tree on my dad's golf cart and broke the damn thing." Roxy filled in.
"Shut up. I was eight."
"Well, uh, why do you wanna join the band?" Freddy asked.
"I dunno, the bassist's kinda cute."
"I prefer ruggedly handsome and absolutely jacked," Bonnie flexed their nonexistent muscles. "But thanks. Guys, I say he's in."
"We haven't even heard him play yet." Freddy reminded. He pointed to the drum set and Monty sat on the stool behind it. "Play us something. Anything."
He played an expert solo, hitting every beat and pattern perfectly. It was just about the best work they'd heard. Needless to say, he'd been deemed worthy. They all said yes.
"You'll be moving into the old drummer's bedroom." Bonnie said, leading him down the hallway upstairs, pointing at a door. "We can pay for the truck and everything. Plus this place is huge, we're kinda famous, I'll need to give you a tour. We can bust out Monopoly tonight, too."
"I'm gonna have to see you guys everyday? I'm not sure I'll manage." He laughed.
"Yeah. I'm not sure you'll last very long either."
Monty looked at Bonnie, the bunny just kept an eerie grin on their face. He stared at Monty with dead eyes until Monty finally broke the silence.
"Well, I'll uh, call that movin' truck." He crept away, Bonnie never took their eyes off of him, standing in the hallway until the gator disappeared. He bumped into Roxanne on his way out. "Roxy, I think that bunny wants me dead."
"You just called him cute, like, not even that long ago." It responded, "He'll get over it, so whatever."
"Yer friends are scary."
"C'mon Monty! Don't say that!" Chica appeared, peppy and bright, on Monty's side. "Are you gonna get all your stuff over here? We'll get pizza tonight, to celebrate, no other reason."
It didn't take very long for Monty's stuff to be moved into the band's house. He didn't have much, and the five of them made good time. Freddy made sliders once the heavy lifting was done.
They were all at the kitchen island, sitting on stools. "Here, here, we can take some pictures to post!" Chica proposed, eagerly squishing her and Roxy together. She placed a kiss on her face and turned to grab her phone. "Everyone squeeze in!"
Chica pulled Roxy in, and Bonnie hugged Monty from behind while Freddy smiled behind them in his 'kiss the cook' apron. She posted it to just about every social platform there was, and comments immediately started flowing in.
"Looks like someone's popular." Bonnie smirked, bumping Monty's shoulder. "They all wanna know your users. Hell, I think we wanna know too."
"I don't have any."
"You're joking."
"Oh! We got our first argument on Twitter. And a whole lotta weirdos. Wow, okay." Roxy told him, "They think you're hot. I don't see it."
"Shut up, bitch, at least I remember to bake bread with flour."
"That was one time!"
"One time too many."
Bonnie had his arm wrapped around the new band member. They noticed Freddy hadn't been talking, at least not as much as he usually does. He was probably just nervous, he decided.
They could tell Monty was too. Bonnie noticed the way his hands shook in his lap, and the way he kept looking af him. They were quick, uncomfortable looking glances. It made sense, they still might as well of been strangers.
Bonnie really liked him, though.
Monty couldn't keep his mind from wandering. It was a whole mess up there. Bonnie's hands were making him feel some pretty intense feelings. Plus, he was overwhelmed by everything happening. He'd literally just moved into the house of an extremely popular band, and joined the band himself. And he hasn't even been in this town, much less the state, for 24 hours.
Gods, he really wasn't going to last, was he?