You quickly back up against the wall, desperately fumbling for the flashlight located on the wall. You pull it quickly from it's charging station and swiftly turned it on. When you could finally see, big red eyes were inches from your face and there was a large, spindly hand reaching straight for your face. Moon roughly grabbed your cheeks, squishing them painfully as his other hand hooked the back of your shirt. "You turned the lights off, naughty, naughty girl. You wanted to see me that bad?" His deep and gritty voice was like static on your ears as he was so close.
"G-Get the fuck off me now, you freak! It was an accident!" You tried to kick out at his stomach, pushing at his round face to get some space between you. Light started to bounce around from the other side of the room, what appeared to be other flashlights. You felt a little relieved whimper escape you as you looked at Moon with a little bit more determination. You were sorely mistaken however.
The human daycare helpers arrived and shone their torches at the pair of you, illuminating your slightly smug face. "Oh…sorry. Excuse us." A woman said with what appeared to be a little bit of a disgusted face before turning her back and walking off. "She's the robot fucker. You know, the one that screwed Monty. She's probably just making her rounds…" she had said to her co-worker, both giggling as they walked away.
You had never been so quick to rage in your entire life. "You fucking bitch!" You called out, anyone could see this wasn't sexual at all. You heard the daycare door promptly slam and you were left back alone with Moon, with no help.
"Oh, you HAVE been really bad, hmmm?" His fingers moved from the back of your uniform to your throat. "You are not from Parts and Service yet you're playing with all the parts and giving services…My, my…." His other hand started to tap down your body, grabbing your suit and playfully popping the buttons. Moon craved adult attention. Sun was the child entertainer and he was the adult even though the Pizzaplex utilised them differently from how they wanted to be used.
You were not about to be touched up by this freak, you had no desire to bounce around between animatronics. You liked Monty and only Monty. You started to yell loudly for help, you voice slightly faltering in sheer panic. You pushed an arm out and wildly grabbed around at the desk, picking up what appeared to be…a framed photo of Roxy? Whatever! It would do! You smashed it against Moon's face, while granted, it didn't do any damage to him but the shards of glass on the floor triggered his child safety protocols.
He dropped you down and growled darkly as he was picking up the chunky shattered shards of glass. You bolted, taking to torch with you. "Help! Anyone, please! Open the fucking doors!" You pounded your fist against the doors, other hand smashing at the door release button but it wasn't budging at all. Your ruckus had caused a shift supervisor to come over, shooing away two women who were holding the door shut 'playfully'.
"What the hell are you doing?! Move!" He yelled at them, pushing them aside and flung to doors open. You practically fell out and into him, knocking both of you to the ground. You didn't even wait for words, lunging forward and trying to beat the shit out of the bitches who locked you in there with Moon. You supervisor barely caught your hands. "Y/N! Stop it now!" He pulled you back and put himself between you and other two workers.
The commotion must have caused a big scene because a lot of staff had come to witness what was happening, Chica to the side too. She didn't waste time like those who was gawking at you. She wrapped her arms around you, "Y/N, are you okay?" Her big hand gently stroked your hair as you stood shaking a little in a mix of anger and fright. Chica had seen the two holding the door closed and had heard yelling but dare didn't know it had been you. Once she pieces together what had happened, she got more than angry. You pressed your face against your friend's chest, taking deep and shaky breaths.
Chica got her phone out and did something which you thought was almost kinda stupid. She held it to her ear, "…Monty, come down to daycare. Y/N needs you right now." She said. You felt a mix of reactions hit you suddenly. You wanted Monty for comfort, you wanted to be held by him and maybe a little babied if that but you knew Monty would go fucking crazy. You had marks on your throat and arms from Moon, your suit opened too.
It didn't even take 60 seconds for him to arrive, stamping so hard the metal play frames were shaking from inside the daycare. Moon had shut the doors after hearing that, he clearly didn't want a piece of what Monty was about to serve. Chica's protective hold on you loosen and she passed you to Monty, Monty instantly hiding you completely on him. His face was murderous and he didn't even know what happened yet. He gently cupped your cheeks, making you look up so he could examine you. He saw hand marks around your throat, suit open and bruising along your wrists.
"M-Monty, hey now, big fella. Let's talk about this." Your supervisor could read the situation and the tensions were rapidly raising. You placed your hands on his wide chest as soon as you heard his motor whirl and gears struggle to spin fast enough to process his anger.
"Monty, hey. Look. I'm fine, I'm not hurt." You tried to get his attention but Monty was seeing red. How dare someone lay hands on you! His hold on you got tighter and tighter, he wasn't realising it but you started to struggle. "M-Monty, let go-"
He had judged the size of the marks on you and had determined that they weren't human. He pushed you into Chica before he snarled like a feral animal, moving and using his all his strength to smash open the daycare doors. It was too dark to see inside but you heard ear destroying noises. The sound of the security desk getting smashed up before, what you presumed to be Moon, screeching. A fight broke out between the two, the sound of metal being shredded and electronic screams filled the vicinity.
There was no way a human was going to stop him but you felt panicked. "C-Chica! We have to do something, like, right now!" You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat. This idiot was going to prove what everyone thought of him! Chica nodded, "Stay here! Don't come in, I don't want you being hurt." She quickly went inside, calling Freddy and Roxy for help as she tried to get between Monty and Moon.
All you could do was stand there, panting from being too overwhelmed and stressed as you gripped your hair. You weren't a dumbass, if you went in there when Monty wasn't in control, you'd get absolutely shredded up. Freddy and Roxy swiftly came, getting in and prying Monty off Moon's mangled up body. He was functioning still but his face was clawed up, his left arm missing and right lower leg torn up. Management called maintenance and security swiftly, it had been a very long time since Monty had gone feral and to this extent. Not since the supposed Bonnie incident.
Monty's friends dragged him out, he was snarling and slashing his claws towards to the daycare. Chica tried to grip his hands, "M-Monty! Think about Y/N! Forget Moon, you have to calm down!" She begged.
Freddy nodded, "Here, look. Why don't you take a moment with her. Look, she's okay! Monty!" He grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You probably looked like a panicking wreck! Monty slowed down his movements but your supervisor held your shoulder. "Be careful, don't go to him if you aren't sure he will raise a hand to you…" he was a good guy but no one knew how to handle this situation. It had all happened so fast. You patted his hand, "It's fine, I promise." You appreciated this guy a lot.
You went over to Monty and he stopped struggling in Freddy and Roxy's arms. Chica stepped aside and let you go to him. You reached out and touched his face, "I'm okay, Monty. Look." You took hold of his sharp clawed hand, the paint all scratched, and placed it against your cheek. You pressed soft kisses against his harsh metal palms, "Let's go back to your room, yeah? I need you to calm down for me."
Monty did visibly calm now, picking you up in his arms as he carried you off. He opened his room and promptly locked it before placing you gently down onto the sofa. "You should have let me fuckin' kill him, he did this, didn't he?" He bared his teeth.
"…Yeah, he did. It's not just him though, those other two, the daycare assistants, locked me in. Everyone thinks I'm 'doing rounds on others' now." You rubbed your forehead as you kept pressing soft kisses to his chest. His hands ran down your sides, thumb running over your plush stomach as he gently tugged up your under shirt. It wasn't sexual, it was entirely caring. He was checking you for other marks.
"Talk about something else before I go back there and end them as well as the fucking daycare attendant." His other hand was gripping the leather sofa, claws piercing and digging into it while the hand on you remained soft and sweet. He was clearly having trouble focusing. You nodded as you leaned up, kissing the end of his snout before slowly making him lean backwards. You slid your arms out of your uniform, wearing a vest top under it. You grip the base of it before lifting it up over your head, throwing it to the floor to reveal yourself in a basic black t shirt bra. You weren't expecting to have some fun today but Monty's attention was instantly focused to just you, well, mainly your tits.
He leaned forward, face pressing between your large breasts as one hand gently squeezed your left one. "How about I let you explore me all over for the rest of my shift?" You whispered to him, causing his motors to whirl again.
"You don't need to say no more. Let's rock n' roll." He smirked, using his catch phrase which amused you before working on discarding his belt and every so fitted trousers. You wasted no time in kicking off your uniform, unbuckling your bra and tossing your pizza slice boxers.
Monty grabbed you by your ass, is tongue already exploring your collar bones. He pressed you up against the viewing glass in his room, luckily it was still blocked off so no one could see you. He did however position you both perfect across from his large star mirror, you could see his giant body against yours, seeing your own hands desperately grip at his shoulders.
He lifted you up higher which made you a little confused till you saw his mouth get lower and lower. Your legs went over and rested on top of his shoulders as he held you up. "Get a real good look in that mirror, baby. Take it all in." He growled against your thighs before opening his jaws wide, silicone tongue moving against your clit as his teeth pressed down against your stomach and ass. He could literally snap you in half with his jaws and the danger of that really made you feel hot everywhere, you loved the risk of this.
You reached up and gripped the curtain bar above the viewing window, hips pressing forward into his jaws. "F-Fuck, Monty….don't stop, don't you dare stop." You demanded. He groaned a bit around you, tongue exploring and tasting you before slowly moving and pressing deep into you. You couldn't help but cry out, legs shaking a bit as you glanced towards the mirror, seeing the hottest thing you'd ever seen.
One of your hands came down and gripped his hair, desperately touching him all over. He clearly wasn't going to stop till you had cum and you were more than happy with that. You felt the heat building and building inside you, lower lip shaking as your thighs started to clamp around Monty's face. The pressure from being squished between your thick thighs got him riled up, almost rutting against the wall.
You hit your orgasm hard, "M-Monty! Oh, fuck, baby!" You gripped him so thighs as his tongue softly swirled your clit as he eased you from your orgasm. Your thighs slowly let go of his face and he moved back, bringing you down into his arms as you just basked in the bliss of being eaten out that fucking well. It put all your exes to shame!
"Don't think we're done. I ain't even gotten started." He put you down on the sofa with your ass in the air, Monty smacking your big ass firmly with a sharp noise. You shot up a bit, groaning a little with the contact. "C-Come on then, don't leave a girl waiting…." You mumble, knowing you were in for one hell of night.