A/N:

No, the title of this chapter is totally not a Space Jam reference. What are you talking about?

Not sure if this is getting more or less graphic as time goes on. I'm not sure what happened here, this one got quite long and I wrote it in one session even, it was wild. Thanks for stopping by.

TW: Gore, getting squished like a grape I guess?

"Hey, little guy!"

How many times has he said that? In a span of five minutes, Monty was a complete broken record, however his repeated lines and admittedly terrifying footsteps on the catwalk did help alert him if the gator was getting too close. Annoyance aside, Gregory was nervous, the sporadic movements and pathing Monty took shattered any comfort zone he had, as if he had one to begin with. It was a miracle he hadn't been caught yet, he was living on borrowed time and he knew that, which made it more pressing that he had to accomplish what he set out to do.

He almost fist pumped when he heard the resounding ding of the big bucket being capped off, he was ready for the final part of his plan. Gregory let go of the ball cannon and raced towards the bucket, he looked around for Monty and didn't see him anywhere, he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Turns out it was bad, as Monty landed in front of him. Too close, too close, too close! Skidding to a stop, Gregory turned on his heels and tried to run in the opposite direction.

"Too slow!" Monty blurted, shoving himself forward, he headbutted Gregory in the back sending him flying across the catwalk.

He was hardly aware of being in mid air, a second later his body bounced painfully against the grated floor, he felt the railings bite into his side and with a snap he broke through and Gregory fell. He stared at the place he fell from, the catwalk growing smaller and smaller until his small fragile body hit the unforgiving floor below.

FUMP

Pain… Excruciating pain. The worst pain he ever felt in his short life. He couldn't think, couldn't see anything except white, the only thing he could focus on was the pain shooting through his whole body. Tears of agony ran down his face as someone screamed, it took awhile before he realized that it was himself who was screaming his lungs out.

When the pain elevated ever so slightly, and his sight returned from light back to the darkness of the room, he slowly became aware again. He was laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, he wondered how he even survived that high of a fall at all. But there was something even more terrible at the moment, it was too painful to move. The slightest attempt to get back up resulted in an excruciating pain that Gregory simply couldn't deal with. He couldn't move at all, and that was a big problem.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, while something in him screamed to not look down at himself, he desperately needed to know the damage inflicted to his small body. He really shouldn't have looked. His legs were entirely ruined, his left leg was bent in the wrong direction, and his right was bent underneath him. He could see the broken bones peaking out of his skin, blood trailing down into an ever growing puddle of scarlet on the floor. He shuddered in disgust, wanting to puke at the sight yet he had nothing in his system to do so. His gaze slowly trailed upward at his chest, several long deep cuts marred his side, presumably from the railing he had collided with prior. His left arm had bruises already marring his skin, but his Faz-Watch seemed relatively undamaged from the fall. He didn't know if it was luck or the watch was just that durable. Tentatively, Gregory reached with his right arm, the only thing that wasn't really damaged beyond use at this point, and pressed the button to call Freddy to his location.

"F-Freddy…" He whined, voice trembling. He sounded weak and desperate, he didn't care because he was desperate at this point. He wanted Freddy here, even if he didn't end up surviving this, he didn't want to die alone. He broke into a painful coughing fit after speaking, and he could swear he tasted iron on his lips.

Footsteps thundered from the catwalks above, Gregory could see Monty arrive at the place he had fallen off of. The gator stared down at him, turning his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Don't worry, little man. I got it covered!" Monty called down to him, his voice sounded smug, almost joyful even, "You won't feel a thing after this!"

Gregory watched in tired confusion as the gator rushed off to the far other side of the catwalk. Monty was a bit hard to see at this angle but it seemed like he was bracing himself, getting into that pose runners do before starting a race. It looked like he was lining himself to aim for the break in the railing but what for?

Then he pailed as a horrible theory came to mind. Did- Was Monty going to jump? Was he going to jump on him?! Oh, god! He was gonna jump on him like Mario!

The catwalks trembled as Monty sprinted towards the edge, it's then Gregory's fears were realized as Monty took a leap feet first off the platform and down towards him at an alarming rate. The world seemed to go in slow motion as Gregory's short life flashed before his eyes, the movies were right it seemed. There were a lot of regrets he had, like entering the Pizzaplex, leaving Freddy, entering Monty Golf, but the biggest one was even attempting to fight Monty in the first place, it was the last mistake he would ever make in life.

His last thoughts were filled with annoyance at himself for attempting this stupid plan, and the last thing he felt was a blinding pain for a moment before hearing a sharp CRACK then nothing.

…

Gregory burst like a grape. Monty could feel his ribcage snap, crunch and satisfyingly collapse entirely under his weight, he could feel his feet shoot right through his internal organs till it touched the floor below him. After a moment, Monty straightened up looking down to admire his work. His legs and feet had completely penetrated right through Gregory's chest, a thick coating of blood and gore was splattered across the ground and Monty himself. He yanked his foot upwards to inspect it, noting the flesh, sinew and bone fragments that were pulled with it as it was stuck to his foot. While others would shy away, Monty was both intrigued by the gore and most pleased with himself. He hadn't been this excited in years, that delicious feeling of control almost overwhelmed his circuitry.

Damn…He should do this more often.

"Gregory!" A familiar voice called out, he saw Freddy race towards him frantically. As Freddy slowed to a stop Monty could see his face fall as the sight before him, "Super…star…?"

Oh, good. Right on time.

If Monty could smile, he would be absolutely beaming right now seeing Freddy's horrified expression as he realized what happened. He crossed his arms in pride as he put his foot back on the floor, right through Gregory's body again with a squish.

"Wassup, Fazbutt. You like my work?" Monty mocked, with a flick of his glasses.

Freddy paused after he heard those words. Monty could see the shift as his expression hardened into pure unbridled rage, the bear let out an earth shattering roar and charged right at him, but Monty was ready for it. He jumped away, and grabbed onto a support beam.

"Damn, finally! I didn't think you'd had it in you Fazbear. Alright I'm game, come at me," Monty opened his arms outstretched.

He leapt out of the way of another charge, yet Monty slipped to the ground due to his still slick with gore feet. Freddy wasted no time in taking advantage of his mistake and pounced on him, swinging his fist against Monty's jaw with a swift crack. Monty kicked him off and lunged at him biting down on the bear's arm, Freddy clocked him again making him let go. Monty stepped back, and threw a chair which Freddy dodged.

A large sound creaked overhead and both broke out of their individual fight induced trances to look up and see that the splash bucket had landed on the catwalk with a large boom, the support chains groaning dangerously.

Monty smirked mentally as an idea came to mind. Before Freddy could react he shoved him towards the large shadow casting below the bucket, and fled back to a safe distance. Freddy growled lowly, bemused by Monty's actions, he attempted to rise to his feet but the bucket finally broke the chains above and Freddy only had time to look up before the bucket crashed on top of him.

When the dust cleared Monty slowly approached the fallen splash bucket, giddy like a child on christmas day, and found Freddy crushed under it. The only part of him that wasn't crushed beyond repair was his head which peaked out from under the lip of the bucket, a low groaning from him the only sign he was still functioning somehow. This is great, Monty thought. The only thing that would make this better is if Gregory was still alive to see that his plans to kill Monty ended up killing Freddy instead. Glorious.

Speaking about the kid... Monty calmly strolled over and picked up the eviscerated body of Gregory, walked back and dropped it with a splat right in front of Freddy's face, getting blood on him. He wanted him to appreciate his work, even if he had to force him to do so. Monty chuckled as he kneeled next to Freddy and the body.

"I think I'd better be going soon, don't worry about the mess," He pointed at Gregory's remains. "I'm sure the staff bot's got it covered."

Monty stood to leave but before he left he thought of something else to tell him.

"By the way… It was me. I killed Bonnie, in the same way I killed your kid."

With a chuffle, Monty didn't wait to see his response, the words was enough, he turned and left the room.

…

Warnings and errors blared in Freddy's mind, yet he ignored it all. Gregory was dead, he had been murdered in the same brutal way Bonnie was from the same one who killed both.

Gregory's lifeless eyes bore into his. Freddy couldn't bring himself to look away from his shocked, scared and tear filled expression forever locked into his soft face. A testament to his failure.

He failed his Superstar when he needed him most.

He didn't know how long he'd been there trapped under the ball bucket. Warnings told him shut down was imminent, there was no avoiding it. Would he be scrapped like Bonnie was? He didn't care anymore, nothing mattered since Gregory died. Maybe he would see him again? Probably not, it would be too good to be true. He felt a sense of horror when a passing staff-bot came by and started to take Gregory away from him, figuring he was just a sloppy piece of trash to be thrown in the compactor.

"Suuupper…staaar," Freddy weezed, he would be reaching out to him if his arms weren't trapped under the splash bucket.

The last thing he saw was Gregory's lifeless corpse being dragged away from him before he shut down for good.

Reviews:

CookieCatDreamer: Funny you should say that, I forgot about the robo-gator heads but I think this is worse so...

dustellion: I must admit you and Cookie inspired this chapter, this is your fault. Lol, but I did plan to make this chapter to start with. I originally planned to have the splash bucket fall on Gregory actually, but tossing him off ended way better. It ended in the longest writing session I had to date. Also as for the Chica 'fight'... Hehehe.