It was as Montgomery Gator was in one of his rages, that I used my Mechanic Pass to enter his Green Room. The place had nearly been wrecked beyond recognition – furniture smashed, photos slashed through or torn off the walls, golf trophies shattered and ruined, the walls themselves dented and rent. As Monty made to toss some fragile item against a wall – trusting in his programming to never harm a human being – I slipped into his grasp… and almost immediately said code asserted itself; he became quiescent, and I plucked the item from him and put it aside.
Then, wordlessly, I led him over to the one piece of furniture that wasn't smashed up – the old, black-leather couch – and had him sit on it, the reinforced structure easily able to handle his weight. I sat in the green gator's lap, then, and he put his arms around me, pulling me against him. Together, there, we sat – a fragile human, and a powerful animatronic easily able to crush me with his great strength, or end my life with a single bite of terrifying steel jaws… but instead of that, poor Monty sniffled, then gingerly rested his head atop mine, his lower jaw pressing gently against the top of my head.
"I… I didn't do it," he croaked, after a time. "I didn't decommission Bonnie. I didn't!" He snuffled gently into my hair, and I felt a thin, oily tear fall onto my head. I listened as he continued, "That rabbit… he was so brave; always fighting with the PizzaPlex Management to get us better rights, better living conditions, better parts – we all loved him, damn it. And… and he knew things, David; he knew things about this place. Dark, dirty secrets, shit that would make our oil freeze over, that would make yours and Roxy's hair stand on end! He investigated everything he found – we begged him to stop, but he was determined to uncover whatever the hell was going on here – and one day… Bonnie, he stumbled onto something big. Really big.
He left his Green Room, came to Monty Golf to share it with me – me of all animatronics! – something so big or awful that he chose not to tell Freddy or the others… but then, then the S.T.A.F.F bots just… they just descended on him and tore him apart so fast, they shredded him like paper, and… and all I could do was watch as it ha-a-a-pened…!" Poor Monty inhaled, choked, and then burst into tears, clutching me to him, rocking me gently, holding me, his mechanic, his human, like a plush toy. When he wasn't playing his bass guitar as part of the Band, or running his Golf Course, the other animatronics, and even the human staff, thought of poor Montgomery Gator as a violent brute, who often flew into rages, and whom was pushing to take Freddy's position as Band Leader.
"This, as I had discovered, was not true at all. Monty's outbursts – while definitely violent – stemmed not from anger and rage, but instead from frustration. Rather than being a violent brute, poor Monty was instead an introvert, gentle, reclusive, awkward, and painfully shy when not playing his bass or on his Golf Course. Those two activities were the only places he felt comfortable—but of course, this being the PizzaPlex… somewhere, something was always going wrong—from power failures, to mechanical and programming glitches with his fellow animatronics, to his Golf Course needing maintenance but never gotten to—most often due to management being stingy and incredibly cheap with the budget.
"A realization struck me. "Bonnie didn't return. Freddy and the others went to investigate…" Poor Monty sniffled, and gently nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "I… god, he was in so many pieces; I... I was trying so hard to put him back together. When—when they saw me crouched over his broken body…" Turning in his lap, I hugged the poor gator as hard as I could; he was strong enough to take it, and I could never damage him. Just for a moment, I wished I was a child, small enough to fit comfortably in his stomach hatch, and he, too, wished the same. Then, "Freddy and the others assumed the worst. They all thought you killed Bonnie in a rage, that you did it because you wanted his position as bassist." Monty nodded then violently shook his head "I didn't!" he whined. "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't; I was happy to stay in back as the fifth member, as the drummer…!" Poor Monty, shy and so very fragile beneath his gruff exterior, stayed with me and cried softly, cried his eyes out, cried until he was forced to go into his recharge station, and there he sat with me holding him as he recharged, until at last he fell into sleep mode. Later, I gathered with the other Animatronics in Freddy's Green Room. "You all heard?" I asked. No words needed to be said, Freddy, Roxanne, and Chica all gazed at me, very misty-eyed.