Content Warning for a fairly graphic depiction of sexual assault.

Even after three months of working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, Gary Hastings could still hardly believe he had actually landed his dream job. He had applied for it fresh out of college, but with no expectation of actually getting it. After all, what sense would it make for a company like Fazbear Entertainment, that could probably lure people away from NASA if they wanted to, to hire some random kid from Florida to look after their state-of-the-art animatronics?

But they did. Maybe they had seen just how much of a Fazbear superfan he was? He hadn't put it in his application, as he at least had the self-awareness to know that most people saw his passion as weird and unhealthy, but he wouldn't have been surprised if the company did a deep dive on him.

Whatever the reason, he was here and it was more than he had ever imagined. For starters, just being an employee with the company was fantastic. Unlike other megacorporations that were notorious for being frugal to the point of absurdity, doing everything as cheaply as possible even when they had enough money to fund their own country, Fazbear Entertainment had no problem putting that money back into their business.

The pay was outstanding, the benefits were top tier, the work was easy and the environment was awesome.

But for Gary none of that really mattered. Being the official Caretaker of THE Glamrocks? He would've done it for free if the company asked him. Hell, he would've paid them for the privilege, especially now that he knew what they really were.

They weren't just robots designed after cartoon counterparts, spouting off recorded lines and following programmed routines. They could adapt to situations, understand context and even hold real conversations! They even had distinct A.I. personalities!

But of the whole bunch, one stood head and shoulders above the rest to Gary, and it wasn't who he'd thought it would be.

In his mind, it was always Freddy who would be the one to take any newcomer under his wing and be their best friend. That was kind of his thing. And while he was certainly polite and approachable, it was actually Chica who'd made Gary feel like he belonged. On his first official night, while making his rounds to see if they needed anything, Chica had shared a pizza with him in her room and talked to him for a good twenty minutes.

She was amazing, and the best part was that she didn't even know it. Kindness and generosity weren't a big deal to her at all, because she had no idea how rare they were outside the PizzaPlex, especially between strangers. She had earned a friend for life that night. Quite a bit of free marketing as well, with Gary being dressed like a walking billboard for Chica merch outside of work.

Even if he were to admit to it, Gary wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the moment when his admiration for her became something more…deviant. It was an insidious, creeping thing that he hadn't really been consciously aware of until it had already spread too far and normalized itself in his mind. Perhaps the first sign was when he didn't want to be seen observing her, like his subconscious knew the thoughts going through his head were wrong.

But he hadn't caught it, nor had anyone else, and like an undetected cancer it had eaten away at the parts of his psyche that kept him grounded. Leading to what he was about to do.

He had heard the Glamrocks would be getting upgrades soon. He didn't know what they were, but he knew they would be happening in stages. Stage one was improved circuitry, able to handle more power with more efficiency and precision. Roxanne jumped at the opportunity to be the first, and through her Gary learned that the subject had to be completely shut down for the six-hour process.

And thus, on the night of Chica's stage one upgrade, Gary found himself in Parts & Services, standing before the robot's incredible body. Soon her beauty would be temporarily stripped away so that the technological marvel underneath could be worked on. But for now, she was still whole. Her gorgeous blue eyes were closed, and tracing his fingertips across her arm revealed her to be disturbingly cold.

"Oh, Chica, I'm sorry I'm such a coward," Gary whispered. This wasn't ideal, far from it. But he had never been harder in his life; if his fantasy had to be tweaked a little, so be it.

Slowly, tentatively, his right hand reached out for the helpless robot, while his left started unbuckling his pants. Her chest had none of the softness of a human, but it wasn't completely unyielding. All of the animatronics had a thin layer of "skin" that provided a soft-touch experience like the leather in a luxury car. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep Gary going stroke after stroke. Being so worked up, he fully expected to burst almost immediately. But somehow he found the will to last. He couldn't allow such a special moment to be marred by him being a one-pump-chump. When would he get an opportunity like this again?

His groping hand started to migrate down Chica's side, to her hip and down to her thigh. Then, just as he started to move inward, something told him to look up. When he did, his heart nearly leapt out of his throat when his eyes met Chica's. At first he thought something happened to the mechanism controlling her eyelids, but then he saw that her eyes were not only moving, but tracking him. She was actually awake and aware, but apparently unable to move.

However, instead of recognizing the frantic eye movement for what it was, confusion and panic, Gary's mind twisted it into something to further drive his lust.

"Oh, Chica, you felt it didn't you? You felt my love and answered the call," he smiled as he brought his right hand up to stroke the side of her face. "Would you…like to touch me as well?" He gently took hold of her hand and tried to move it towards his still-raging hard-on, but found that the limb wouldn't budge an inch. Her entire body was locked in place. "Oh…I'm sorry, Chica, but I don't know how to override this. I'm sorry, my love, but don't worry; we can do this properly once your upgrade is finished! Until then…please forgive my weakness." With that, he went right back to servicing himself.

Under normal circumstances, a girl watching him rub one out would've been a nightmare come to life. But here and now, he wanted Chica to see what she did to him. See the evidence of his love. Neither of them would ever forget this night, imperfect though it was.

And then, in a split second, 'imperfect' became 'disastrous'.

If there was any sound, any feeling, any kind of warning at all, Gary missed it. All he knew was that one moment he was working himself towards a glorious climax, and the next something picked up by the back of his shirt and hurled him into the wall behind him. The back of his head cracked against the steel hard enough to make him see stars, and the impact on the floor after he bounced off wasn't much better.

He felt the tremors through the concrete as whatever attacked him stomped forward and stopped just in front of him. He felt a massive hand grip his arm roughly and flip him over onto his back, nearly wrenching the limb out of its socket. But before he could even yelp in pain, that hand wrapped itself completely around his neck and hauled him into the air.

Gary gasped and wheezed, scratching at the arm of his attacker to no avail. Soon his vision started to clear and the first thing he saw was the snarling visage of the Termigator himself.

"I'd tell you to explain yourself," Monty hissed just like the animal he was based on, "but there's only one explanation for what I just saw." He then delivered a punishing blow to Gary's ribs, feeling at least three snap, and released his grip to let the man crumple to the ground.

"P-Please…" the soon-to-be-former Caretaker hacked as he curled in on himself.

"Don't beg. Don't you fuckin' dare," Monty glared down at the worm before him. "You take what's comin' to you and know that you deserve it!" He lashed out with his right foot, punting Gary across the floor and sneering at the trail of piss he left in his wake.

"Noooo…," Gary groaned, eyes wide in absolute terror as Monty came at him again. "Th-The first l-law of-" he couldn't get the rest out before the robot palmed his head like a basketball and lifted him up.

"Oh, you mean the Suggestions of Robotics?" Monty grinned menacingly. "Come on, man! You been workin' here long enough to know how we roll. We can break the rules just like you, so long as we're willin' to face the music. Are you willin' to face the music, Gary? 'Cause I got a new tune that I'd love to get your opinion on!" The robo-reptile then threw him up into the ceiling, where he crashed into yet more unforgiving steel, and caught him as he came back down. "Well?"

"Uuuugh…"

"Tch, everyone's a critic," Monty scoffed and tossed the creep carelessly to the side. He paused for a moment to gather himself. There were indeed warnings and alerts flashing across his eyes, telling him to stop. Telling him to turn his network connection back on so a report could be sent out. Telling him that his days were numbered.

"Help m-me…" Gary whined pitifully, "I w-won't do it ag-gain…Please…"

"No. You won't," Monty drawled, then spared a glance at Chica, eyes wide and locked onto him, clearly pleading with him to stop for his own sake. "Go back to sleep, Chica. Please, just go back to sleep. I don't want you to see this."

She had already been through enough, she didn't need this added to it. That, and…he wanted her to remember him for all the good times, not for what he was about to do.

"Y-You can't…" Gary did his best to form words, but the severe concussion was taking its toll.

"I can't damage company property, but I do it anyway," Monty growled as he stalked his prey. "I can't tell dirty jokes or curse in front of guests, but I do it anyway," he leaned down to grab Gary's head in both hands and looked him right in the eyes. "I can't cave your squishy little head in, but guess what asshole? I'm gonna fuckin' do it anyway."

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to him?!" one of the EMT asked as he and his colleague rushed a barely-alive man through the PizzaPlex atrium.

"Hell if I know!" the blonde female night guard squawked as she ran beside them. "Near as I can tell, this guy was trying to sabotage one of the robots."

"They can do THIS?!" the other EMT yelped.

"If you turn off their safety protocols, yes!" Vanessa replied. "But I think he crossed the wrong wires, the thing saw him as an intruder and tried to detain him, but with the safeties off…"

"It pushed his shit in," the first EMT snorted as the both slowed down just a little.

"Did a bit more than that," the other remarked. "He's lucky humans don't need a frontal lobe to live."

They couldn't help but cast a wary look towards the one and only Glamrock Freddy, who was wringing his hands and shifting side to side next to the door.

Anyone who knew him would know it was a show of genuine worry. But to the EMTs it was at least a very good approximation and a testament to Fazbear tech.

Off to the side, unseen by any of them, Roxy watched with eyes literally glowing in rage. She could feel her claws extending as a low growl rumbled from her voicebox. Without even realizing it she started to creep forward. Her target hadn't left the grounds just yet, so he was fair game. Monty got him good for what he did to Chica, but it wasn't enough. The scumbag was still breathing, even if he needed help to do it.

Chica had been so nice to him, and how did he repay her? By violating both her body and mind. He had to pay for that in blood. And flesh. And bone. And if the soul was actually a real thing, Roxy would find a way to tear that apart, too.

The fact that there were innocent bystanders that would inevitably try to stop her and end up caught in the carnage didn't even register.

What did register was the large arm that circled around her waist and lifted her off her feet.

"What the hell, Monty?!" she snarled, lifting a hand like she was going to strike him, though they both knew she wouldn't.

"Calm down, Roxy," Monty said firmly, tightening his grip when the wolf reminded him of just how strong she was.

"What? YOU'RE telling ME to calm down?!"

"Yes. I'M tellin' you to calm down. That alone should tell you how fucked up this whole thing is!" the gator rumbled, matching Roxy's glare with his own.

"Fucking…Fine, put me down," she finally huffed. "You know he deserves it."

"But Freddy and Chica DON'T deserve to lose another friend," Monty replied softly.

That took the wind right out of Roxy's sails. None of them had talked about it of course; there hadn't been time in all the chaos following Monty's confession. But that was the harsh reality they were all going to have to deal with very soon. Monty had blatantly and consciously violated the first and most important Law of Robotics. Regardless of the reasons, he would be decommissioned at the earliest opportunity. In fact, they were all surprised he hadn't been shut down remotely already, seeing as how he had already sent a message containing his confession, as well as a video of the incident recorded through his own eyes, straight to Corporate.

He was ready to face the music.

"They're gonna be all mopey for weeks," Roxy said, her voice quivering ever so slightly.

"Just them?" Monty asked with a small smirk.

"...Dammit, Monty," she looked away and shut her eyes tight, fists clenched at her sides.

"I'm sorry, Roxy. But hey, I think I'm popular enough that they won't replace me fully! Just slap a new A.I. in and I'll be right back on stage with ya'!" Monty said with an optimism he didn't at all feel.

"But it won't be YOU," Roxy pointed out.

"Not this me."

"Not YOU," Roxy shook her head. "You know me; I don't settle for anything less than the best. YOU'RE the best. THIS you. Seeing some fucking imposter jumping around the stage wearing your shell…He wouldn't last the night. I'd make sure of it."

Monty had to laugh at that. A real, genuine laugh.

"Mighty high praise comin' from you! Nice to know I'll be one-of-a-kind."

"You always were; we all are," Roxy sniffled, trying her best to hold it together.

"Heh, we are, aren't we? Welp, the kill command's comin' at some point, so I guess I should make the rounds, say what I gotta say to everyone. Gotta record somethin' for Toby, too; gonna miss that little guy,"' Monty suddenly got an odd look in his eye as he gazed at Roxy, like he was trying to decide on something. "Fuck it," he shrugged and quickly threw his arms around the smaller animatronic. "Love you, girl. You really are the best."

I didn't have fun writing that.

One thing I am interested to hear is your opinion on whether Monty went too far or not. While I personally believe those who commit such acts should be executed, cremated and have their ashes flushed down the filthiest of gas station toilets, I didn't intend to have Monty's actions portrayed in any kind of heroic light. He didn't have to go as far as he did; that was his choice. And because of that choice, a young man with a promising future(at least after some time with a shrink to get his mind right)will now have a very different and much dimmer life.

What say you: Is that fair?

As to why Chica doesn't remember what happened, the robots can have repressed memories. Just as they can experience trauma like humans, they can also cope with it like humans.

And with that, I'll leave you to wonder who else might have something awful buried in some dark, heavily-encrypted corner of their CPU.

Until next time.