A little one shot I wrote to help get over some writer's block

"Why can't I do anything right?!" Monty shrieked as he barreled through the iron gate, ripping it from its hinges. The overwhelming sound of warping metal and roaring fans filled his processors as he ran blindly through the hall.

Behind him, a voice called out. "Monty! Monty, come back!" It was a younger-sounding male pleading with a hint of a British accent. "Let's talk this out!"

"Get away from me!" Monty screamed, straining his voice box. Then, he opened his eyes and spied a nearby pipe. Monty reached out and ripped the item from the wall, causing gallons of unchecked steam to pour from the broken metal and envelop the corridor in a blurry mist.

Monty's silhouette was lost to the fog as the smaller animatronic desperately searched. "Monty?!" he called out. "Where did you go?!"

"I said leave me alone!" The smaller animatronic barely had time to process when he narrowly avoided a flying piece of pipe; it barely grazed his cheek and yellow shoulder pads.

His eyes bulged in shock before a snarl crossed his face. "That's it!" he snapped and sped up. "Gator, where are you?!" Dodging more metal objects, the enraged animatronic ran faster until Monty's green silhouette finally came into view. His pink eyes narrowed through star-shaped glasses. "Gotcha."

Then, without warning, he launched himself at Monty. His heavy form slammed into the gator's back and knocked them both to the floor with a sickening thud. A fight ensued; sparks raged as a flurry of green fists swung at the animatronic's face while he struggled to restrain Monty's body. "Get off!" Monty hollered as he tried to gain control.

"No!" he said, gripping Monty's wrists. "Not until you tell me what's going on!"

"Like heck I will! Get off!"

"Not until you explain!"

"Bonnie, get off me!"

"NO!" he snapped, baring his large buck teeth. "BLAST IT, MONTY! YOU DO NOT GET TO SCREAM ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A MONSTER YOU ARE AND THEN TAKE OFF WITHOUT FURTHER EXPLANATION!"

Monty glared at the purple animatronic. "Why would you care?!" Monty spat, growling as he was forced into a headlock. "Go and join the real Glamrocks; it'll be good practice once I'm gone!"

"What the bloody heck are you talking about?!" Bonnie demanded. "Tell me what's going on!"

"Like you don't know!" Monty growled, writhing fruitlessly on the ground. "I'm going to get scrapped soon, just like the CEO said! I messed up, and now I have to pay the price!"

"MONTY!" Bonnie shrilled, finally restraining Monty's arms behind his back and holding him still. "STOP FIGHTING ME AND EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED! PLEASE! I want to help you!"

"Why?!" Monty said, his voice starting to crack as if he was crying. "The CEO said you would be ecstatic once I was gone!"

"Because I care about you! Why do you think I would be happy about that?!"

"Because you wouldn't have to share the stage with a screw-up like me!"

"Monty, please!" Bonnie begged with his ears pinned back. "Tell me what's going on!"

"Why should I trust you?!"

"Because I'm your friend!"

Suddenly the movement stopped. Bonnie looked down to see Monty's red eyes peeking from behind his shoulder. "W-what did you say?" he asked, almost timid.

Bonnie's gaze softened, and he loosened his grip. "I said, I'm your friend, Monty." He got off Monty's back and sat on the floor beside him. "Why on earth do you think I would be happy if you're scrapped?"

Monty sat up and placed his back against the wall. "Because that's what the CEO said!" he grumbled, looking away. "He said if I messed up one more time, it would be a happy day for Bonne because he no longer would have to share the bass guitar with a monstrosity like me!" A clawed hand slammed into the concrete floor, causing some casing to sprinkle from Monty's fist. "Well, guess what? That day has come," he growled and shook off the loose plastic. "I botched things up so bad, there might be a lawsuit against us."

Bonnie's eyes widened. "Okay, forget what Mr. Emily said; he's a jerk. Now, what happened?!"

Monty's eyes narrowed as he stared at the floor. "I made a kid cry."

Bonnie blinked. "And?"

Monty looked up. "That's it; I made him cry. He wanted to cut the line for an autograph, and when I told him to wait, he started screaming. I tried to calm him down, but I guess how I said it caused him to get scared and start having a complete meltdown on the floor." Monty hugged his knees. "His mom came in and started hitting me with her purse. I tried to get her to stop because something hard was leaving dents on my casing, but she started screaming assault or whatever, and that's when security came in."

"I ran away, but I could hear that lady yelling about how she would sue the pizzaplex for assault and hurting her son." Monty buried his face in his knees. "There's no way Mr. Emily will let me go this time! I'm out of chances! I'm done for! I'm-I'm—"

CLANG

Suddenly Monty was thrown back as a heavy object slammed into his face. Shocked, Monty stared up and felt a small dent covering his left cheek. He glanced up before coming face to face with the fiery pink eyes of Bonnie. He glared at the stunned gator. "Get a hold of yourself, man!" he shouted, getting closer. "No one is getting scrapped, especially not you!"

Monty stayed silent as he looked around, unsure of what to do. "How can you be sure?" he breathed, gaining the nerve after a few minutes. "Mr. Emily, he—"

"Is a complete knob!" Bonnie snapped, a bit of his British accent showing through. "He says things to scare us and then never follows through on the threats."

"How can you be sure?!" Monty said, starting to shake. "I've screwed up so many times, and now there might be another lawsuit against Fazbear Entertainment. You know we can't afford to be sued again. He'll probably melt me down to please that wom—"

CLANG

"Monty, get it together! You're not getting scrapped!"

"But how can you be sure?!" he repeated. "Bonnie, you're not lectured on the daily like I am. I was called into Mr. Emily's office last week, and he said that if I caused even a small commotion, the next place I'll be living is with the endos! And then the real Glamrocks will be together again." His voice trailed off.

Bonnie's eye twitched before he released an exasperated groan. "I'm gonna kill that man," Bonnie growled as he massaged his temple. "Look, Monty," he said, glancing up. "Don't listen to Mr. Emily. I don't know where he gets off saying that you're not a real Glamrock but know it's not true."

Monty looked up as Bonnie continued. "You were never a mistake and most certainly are not a monstrosity. But, unfortunately, that little brat doesn't have manners, and now we know it's because of his nutter of a mother."

"Okay?" he asked, getting closer to Monty. "You are right where you're supposed to be, and from creation until your true destruction, you'll always be a Glamrock."

Monty looked up, his red eyes scanning Bonnie's face before chuckling quietly. "Thanks, Bonnie," he whispered. "I needed that." Then his smile faded. "They are right, though, I may not be a monstrosity, but I am a monster. I rage uncontrollably and destroy anything in my path." He scanned his green and purple-clawed hands. "Maybe I'm better off with the end—"

"You finish that sentence, and I swear I'll knock your sorry butt to London."

Monty looked up with a raised brow. "That's quite an American thing to say," he teased, cracking a smile.

Bonnie rolled his eyes and relaxed. "Of course it is. My dialect is not one hundred percent; the British coding was programmed by a Florida company."

"Ha!" Monty snorted, slapping his knees. "Guess the prim and proper is secretly a Florida man!"

"Whatever, swamp boy," Bonnie huffed, then got quiet. "But in all seriousness, Monty, you're not a monster. You just have anger issues, but that doesn't make you a menace, just a little scary. No different than a human."

Monty sighed and leaned his head against the metal wall. "Except a human won't get torn limb from limb by a sadistic CEO for making a kid cry."

"Maybe, but you thinking you're a monster is not helping either." Bonnie began to stand. "Mind over matter is a real thing, and you buying into what the staff is saying only makes things worse."

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Ignore them, compliment yourself, anything that makes things better for you!" He threw his hands in the air. "Trust me when I say you're not getting scrapped, but if you're ever going to get everyone off your back and feeling better, you have to help yourself." He took off his glasses.

Monty looked up at Bonnie and then at the floor. "Where would I even begin with that?" he questioned with a low voice.

"I don't know," Bonnie said, kneeling down. "But what I do know is that I'll be there every step of the way." He placed a hand on Monty's shoulder.

Monty looked up in surprise and saw Bonnie grinning. "Now!" he said, slapping the shoulder pad and getting Monty's attention. "Let's go see DJ and have some fun as Glamrocks…" He held out his hand. "Together."

Monty's mouth fell slightly before a wide grin crossed his face. "Alright, fuzzbutt, I'll take you up on that offer!" He grabbed Bonnie's hand and was hauled to his feet. He smiled at Bonnie. "Thank you, Bonnie, for everything."

Bonnie flashed his famous smile. "Anything for my best mate!" Then placed the glasses on Monty's face. "Now! Let's go kick some butt on the dancefloor!"

"You're on!" Monty yelled. The two ran through the halls laughing like crazy as the light around them slowly blurred to black and eventually faded to nothing.