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“Hey Monty, didn't you say there are four of you guys?” Gregory asks as he jumps from tile to tile, while the gator walks right beside him down the dimly lit hallway.
“Yea’, there'sa me, Roxy, Chica, an’ Fred. Why?” The gator looks down at the boy who is now walking and the child shrugs, “I'm just asking since I've seen nearly everybody except Freddy or Fred,” the boy responds back, and the gator huffs.
“Yea, well, maybe he's in his room. He had a malfunction earlier today during one ov’a shows, the workers told us that he’s fine, jus’ had to charge.” Monty explained.
“That dumb bear,” he grumbles to himself, he gets a questioned glance from the boy, but the gator ignores it.
“Well, the hour is nearly over, should we find a charging station?” Gregory asks as he starts tapping his Fazwatch, to open his map and locate the nearest charging station.
“Yea’, don’ wanna deal with that creepy moon clown,” Monty growls under his breath, shuddering at just the mere thought of the moon animatronic that he had to deal with a few hours prior.
Gregory groans, and shakes his head to get rid of the thought of the moon daycare attendant “I wonder how kids are able to sleep without that haunting them in their dreams.” Monty shrugs but lets out a light chuckle, gaining a triumph smile from the boy.
He follows Gregory when the boy grabs a hold of the gator's hand and begins to lead them to their destination, while also taking quick glances at his fazwatch to make sure they were going the right way.
“It should be over-” the duo stopped in their tracks when they heard clashing at the end of the hallway. Gregory and Monty quickly glanced at each other and back at the noise. Gregory stands close to the gator, and while not breaking contact with the dark end of the hallway, he nearly fumbles to retrieve his flashlight and turns it on.
He flashes it onto what seemed to be a bear, hunching over a pile of boxes. Gregory’s breathing picks up when the bear turns over and without a second hitch, begins to run towards the duo as Monty quickly opens his stomach hatch and Gregory jumps in.
His hatch shuts, but the bear clashes with Monty sending them tumbling onto the ground, and Gregory nearly hits the sharp endo and sparking wires.
“Agh- Greg-” Monty’s voice hitches when the bear starts to get up and hovers over the gator, he makes eye contact with once used to be shiny blue eyes that have always calmed the gator down before, but were now dull and a hint of purple.
“Freddy? Cmon, man, can ya-” the bear latches his hand onto the gator's throat, and pins him down onto the tiled floor. Monty gasped in shock, as he started to wriggle and scratch at the bear's paws. Now he knows they don't need air to breathe, but Monty clearly knows that Freddy is trying to pry his nails into the side of his neck and rip out his voice box where he can feel the metal starting to creak and the sound of wires sparking. That gets the gator to struggle even more and with the last ounce of strength, he shoves the bear off of him.
He quickly stands up and distances himself from the bear.
“Gregory, are yah okay?” Monty asks with his voice low, wincing his voice box crackles catching the bear's attention.
Freddy’s ears were lowered down, and he was hunched over with his hands at his side, looking at Monty in a predatory way.
“I-I’m fine, I just- ugh…crap-” Gregory responds but he groans in pain when he moves his arm. Freddy narrows his eyes and starts to snarl. Without giving the gator a warning he launches at Monty, who at the last-minute moves away, but gets deep slashes on his forearm. He hisses in pain and runs over to the other side of the room.
“Alright kid, your gon’ have’ta go to the chargin’ station by yourself, while ah distract teddy,” when Monty hears the sound of approval from the boy, Monty opens his stomach hatch and Gregory jumps out, and with adrenaline kicking in, he sprints to the doorway that will lead out of the hallway and into another room.
But before he could do that, he felt something grab his arm and yank him away from the door. He shouts in surprise and looks over to see the bear snarling and showing off his teeth, the bear opens his maw, and Gregory thrashes in his hold, trying to rip away from the bear's grasp, but the animatronic just seemed to hold on tighter, almost stopping the blood flow from his arm.
“Monty!!!” Gregory screams, not noticing tears were now spilling out his eyes, he wriggles and squirms, but he was starting to slow down; not being able to sleep, eat, and have been running away from the previous animatronics was now getting to him.
CLANG!
Freddy and Monty fall down, the bear not letting go of Gregory’s arm, as Gregory falls with them. He screams in pain when he can feel his arm starting to twist and nearly close to snapping his arm off.
Monty sees this as his eyes slit and his claws ready at his side, he grabs Freddy’s shoulder and rips off the arm that was holding Gregory. He doesn't pay attention to the oil spurting everywhere and getting on his face, nor does he pay attention to the static screams coming from the bear.
Freddy turns over - His face softens when he sees the gator making his way towards him. Monty! There you are, I was hoping you would be here - and the purple haze seems to be fading, but still clinging on, which makes the bear snarl once more, and his face darkens. Monty would be lying if he didn't at least find that hot and terrifying, but in their current situation, he was terrified .
The bear launches himself up onto Monty, clamping his jaw onto the gator’s shoulder, ripping away the plastic casing and revealing the endo and wires inside where a small Freddy Fazbear ‘Belong To:’sticker was placed - Fred, what up with the sticker? Nothing, just want to show people who work on you that you belong to me. God, Teddy, you’r such a sap-an’ besides, it'll peel off ya know? Well then, guess I gotta find some other ways to show others what is mine .
Oil spurts out causing Monty to growl in pain, snapping him out of his thoughts. He grabs ahold of Freddy’s shoulder and dips his nails into the opening of his missing arm and rips out a few wires, before the bear raises his other hand and grabs ahold of the gators arm and tightens his grip, nearly rips off the arm, all the while snapping his maw at the gator, trying to tear at his face, but Monty’s legs were under him, trying to push away the bear. Oil was pooling around them, some of it splashing onto Monty, but neither seemed to care. Monty catches sight of the bear's face, and he nearly stops; this wasn't Freddy, this wasn't his bear.
Gregory, who was absorbed with the fighting but deathly scared for Monty’s life, was struggling to get rid of the robotic arm that was still clamped tight around his arm. It just didn't seem to budge, even when it was no longer attached to its owner. Gregory whimpers in pain, as he tries to get up, the arm pulling him back down like an anvil. With no choice, Gregory decided to pick up the heavy armbot and slowly walked out of the room, only to jump back and scramble back, when the bear and gator threw themselves towards the exit, thrashing from the other’s hold while also attacking.
Gregory hadn't seen anything so brutal; oil was spurting everywhere and there were puddles of it littered around the floor, making the smell of oil very strong for the boy's nose, and even looking at them was worse. Gregory quickly hides behind a pile of boxes and watches Monty and Freddy while waiting for an opening.
He nearly screams out to Monty when Freddy gets the upper hand and rips off his leg. Monty lets out a shout of pained cries, that falls on deaf ears. He can see Monty looking up at the bear - almost pleading , but Freddy huffs as he throws the leg somewhere, leaving the gator lying on the dirty floor, lightly twitching from his pain sensory overload. The bear stands up and looks around the room, he spots Gregory and starts charging, before he's knocked to the ground.
“Leave. Tha’. Damn. Kid. Alone. Fazbear!” And there Gregory witnesses Monty shred the bear’s casing - the sound of metal against metal was no longer deafening when Freddy doesn't fight back - until he's only in pieces and just then does the bear's paw finally let go of the boy.
I love you, Montgomery.
Gregory doesn't approach until he no longer sees the bear making any movements. He cautiously walks over to the gator’s huffing side and cringes at the stronger smell of oil coming from the bear-gator duo, but he doesn't make any comment as they both just stare at the broken bot under them. No longer having that purple mist in that dull blue eye.
The gator trembles, his claws were covered in oil as the sight finally catches up to Monty's circuits. He falls on top of Freddy's chest and slams his fists on either side of the bear's head. Tears were streaming down Monty’s face, and Gregory winces; realizing that the animatronics had tear-ducts, making them so life-like, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel guilt well up inside of him. He places a comforting hand on the gator’s shoulder, and he takes a glance at his watch.
It was nearly the end of the hour, and Gregory didn't want to deal with the moon guy. He runs his hand down from Monty’s shoulder to his arm and gently begins to tug.
“Cmon, Monty, we only have two minutes before the moon guy comes back,” Gregory ushers quietly and Monty nods and gets up slowly, wincing slightly in pain as he nearly toppled over the kid, but with his help, he was able to use the wall and the kid to slowly walk their way to a charging station.
Gregory glances back at the destroyed bot, his frown deepens, and quickly looks away, making a mental note to go back and retrieve Monty’s leg, hoping there could be some tools in the parts and service that can help him fix Monty up a bit.
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After Moon did his roundabouts, Gregory was able to go back and retrieve Monty’s leg and some smaller pieces that he can wield onto Monty’s plating.
He helped Monty into parts and services and he was able to fix Monty’s leg with the tools that were placed around in the protective bubble.
It was deathly silent as he was working; no jokes, no talks, no winces, nothing. And Gregory was starting to get antsy, knowing full well, that Monty was probably in grief at just having to destroy his friends, and the last one - but just wanted to make sure, he wanted to know if Monty was alright, besides physically.
“Monty,” the boy addresses, catching the gator’s attention as he is brought back into reality from his deep thoughts, he glances down at the boy -his ruby-red eyes no longer shining with mischief or confidence, now kinda dull, frightening almost reflecting Freddy's dull eye- raising an eyebrow, “Yea’ kid?”
“Are you okay?”
Monty tenses up, but he pushes his sunglasses higher up, trying to hide his eyes. He huffs, “Yea’ I can take hits, s’alright,” Gregory rolls his eyes, knowing that the gator knows damn well that's not what he meant.
“I mean, are you okay?” He repeats the question and he sees Monty flinch but the boy doesn't point it out and is only met with silence - besides the loud whirring sound from the tool he’s using.
The gator sighs as he grabs his glasses and folds them on top of his lap, dropping his head low, “Honestly kid, ah don’ think ah’ll be okay,” Gregory hums, as he continued attaching the wires, Monty continues, “Fred had neva’ acted that way- none of em’ had- it just doesn't make sense - he is way too sweet, carin’ an’ kind to lash out at anybody - Hell, he’ll even forgive the rudest customers. He is… was always there to help his friends, an’ even counted me as one too, ” Monty’s accent deepens as does his voice, he looks anywhere but Gregory, but he continues his rant, not wanting to stay in the silence with his thoughts to entertain him. The fight keeps replaying in his brain circuits, and he doesn't want to think about it, so only the good memories come to fill his circuits instead.
“Ya know, he was ta’ only one who would come close to me when ah’ first joined tha’ band, heh… no matter how many times ah lashed out at em’, insulted em’, he was always greetin’ me with a smile placed on his face and wavin' at me whenever ah walked into that room,” Gregory listens intently, watching the way the gator’s mouth was twitching and his eyes hollowing out in sadness.
“At first, ah’ hated that damn bear, he was always aloof an’ smiling an’ always seemed to brighten tha’ room every time he entered, he was perfect. But as we were all gettin’ closer, Fred an’ ah started to have a deep connection, ah guess...one thing led to another, an’ we were together,” Monty smiles softly at the memories in his memory bank whirring around, letting him remember all of his favorite moments that he had spent with his bear.
His ears wiggled happily when Monty showed open affection. His nose twitched when something was aggravating him. His lightning blue eyes shine when Monty enters the room. His handsome smile, his fangs that would gleam when he smiled so wide, so warmly. His soft, and fluffy honey brown fur that had always tickled Monty’s scales. Big, rough, but soft hands that always touched him everywhere that he could reach.
“He was able ta’ help me with mah’ anger issues, introduced me to golf, always took charge of tha' rude customers when they would try an’ get under mah’ skin. When ah’ had destroyed things in mah’ room, he neva’ looked at me with pity or was neva’ terrified, just came over, helped clean up the messes an' talked about his day,” Monty sighs lowly, “He knew ah’ hated talkin’ about how ah’ felt, so he did the talkin’ instead.” The gator talks so low, almost as if he was talking to himself - trying to find comfort that he knew damn well that he didn't deserve.
Gregory now done with Monty’s leg and places the tool aside and looks over at the gator, who had a faraway look, but he also seemed like he was close to a breakdown.
“He sounded great, awesome definitely, but not as awesome as you” Gregory comments as he begins to take tests to make sure Monty’s leg was working just fine.
Monty lightly chuckles, “Heh, he was awesome, everybody loves em’...” Monty’s smile disappears as anger takes over his features, his hands now curled into fists,“Ah’ jus’ wish- ah-ah’ should've taken full control over myself, ah’m always destroying things ah touch. Ah should've- may-maybe then we would’ve found a solution, an’ then Freddy wouldn't have been destroyed by me-” Gregory clamps the gator’s maw shut, shutting Monty real quick.
“Monty, you dumb gator, it isn't your fault. What you did was in self-defense - if you didn't fight him, then he would have destroyed you and killed me, and from what I heard about him, Freddy wasn't himself, and I don't think any of your friends were either,” Gregory yells, and as he continued on, his voice gets softer, calming the gator’s thrumming drive.
Monty nods, as he takes in a shuddering breath, making small crackles with his voice box, and nods again to affirm that he's alright.
It's fine, he’s fine, he can get through this. He can do this, Freddy would have wanted him to take care of the kid first. Just like how they were programmed to do, children were their first priority.
Monty makes a mental note - as the duo makes their way out of parts and service and into the elevator that leads up to their rooms - that after Gregory makes it out at six, he’ll come for Freddy and the rest of his friends, by then, a mechanic should already be there.
He’s gonna be alright, they’ll be alright.
I love ya' too, Fazbear.