The plan was simple: Have a sickening 'heart-to-heart' talk with Freddy, before disposing of the bear in pieces. A mere idiot could do it. It was the execution that was difficult. For one, it had been a difficult process to try to talk to Freddy. Outside of performing and group activities with guests, they hardly spoke – unless arguing counted as talking. Then a few days after they found out that Chica was gone, having departed from the building. Since then, Freddy's been avoiding all of them if they weren't required to be together.

"...that poker face he's been wearing all day is annoying me. He's still not over Chica leaving, which I didn't think she was able to leave, I thought she was done for good, but still…" Roxy complained when she retold the story to Monty and Tessa of a meet up.

Tessa had given Monty a look. The look that spelled out, no more stalling. In the morning, they were meeting with Metals Media to discuss the tour. It had to be done tonight, while it is still early enough for a minor inconvenience to be adjusted. A little switching up and Monty will be the leader of the band and the face of the PizzaPlex.

That's what he wanted all along. To have fans calling his name as he stands centerstage, to imagine his face as the mascot of the PizzaPlex – It would serve as a reminder of what was at stake.

The closing announcement rings throughout the PizzaPlex. He imagines the shutters closing, securing the building from the outside. Now, it is a matter of time until he will see the bear in front of him. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, four.

After several minutes, the sound of metal clanking against the pavement interrupts the silence. Freddy appears with a darker shade of blue eyes. His posture staggers and the plastered smile he gives Monty wasn't the dazzling Freddy Fazbear smile. Rather it is ingenuine and pathetic, and downright insulting as the mascot of the PizzaPlex.

"Monty," He starts, his smile faltering into a neutral line. "My apologies for the wait, some of the children had resorted to throwing a tantrum before leaving the building. Have you been here long?"

The alligator lowers his sunglasses, choosing to throw an insult. "Enough to see how horrible you look!"

"Long day, that is all." Freddy nonchalantly responds. "What is it that you want to talk about?" His question is short in curiosity, giving Monty the impression on how quickly Freddy wanted this to subside.

"Fine, I'll get to the point. Word's getting around that you are gathering some evidence."

"Yes." Freddy wasn't denying it. A testimony of how honorable his character is. Monty hated it. It was angering him that this so-called leader wasn't putting up a fight. No, no Monty. No distractions.

"Why?" The alligator tightens his knuckles.

"Monty –"

"Don't tell me you're trying to justify Chica's actions for being a killer robot!?"

"Monty, let me explain-"

"I knew it! You just can't let go of the past can you, you old hag! You moped all day, and yesterday, and the day before. No one cares that you lost your chicken friend! No one! Not me or Roxy or Tessa, not Gabe and not the rest of the world! Stop bringing everyone down and get over her!"

Freddy's eyes darken, prompting a smirk from the gator. "You know Monty, I grow tired of you and your attitude."

"Oh, wouldn't that be the first time?!"

"I would not expect you to understand –"

"Then enlighten me of how much the truth hurts, I will do my best to not go into sleep mode."

Freddy straightens with his arms folded. "Fine, but before I do, I like to point out how Tessa said something similar the other day."

"So what?!"

"Why does it bother you both so much that I want to watch the surveillance playbacks?" He asks, watching Monty tense with every word. "After all, you did not give me a chance to specify my reason. Who is to say that I want to document this for my own awareness? Maybe I want to prevent people from getting hurt in the future? Or maybe it is because you could be hiding something?"

In response, Monty clobbers Freddy, sending the latter skidding across the scaffolding platform. Monty has now passed beyond the point of no return of his anger boiling. "Wrong! Because I am tired of being stuck under your shadow! It is my turn to shine! MY TURN, AND I WILL NOT LET YOU RUIN IT FOR ME!"

Freddy recovers, holding his jaw as Monty springs into the air. In an attempt to crush him, he moves out of the way, putting distance between him and the gator. "Monty, I do not wish to fight you."

"Typical saying from a chump! I'm done talking. I'm going to be the new star of the PizzaPlex!" He throws one attempted punch after the other. While Monty's a fighter, his fuming anger makes it hard to rationally think of damaging assaults. It gave Freddy an advantage to counter those attacks, with the hope that the former would relent his anger and submit to system recovery.

With a final failed punch, Monty lets out an angry roar, throwing himself at Freddy with enough force to throw them both off the platform. They both plummet, fighting midair and crashing behind the booming speakers of Gator Golf. Surrounded by the darkness, guiding no light but the luminescence of his LED eyes as the repetitive noise of an alligator emits from the speakers.

A quick scan concluded a couple of pieces of his casing chipped and missing, errors from his system trying to repair itself internally, and no presence of Monty's glowing red eyes. Freddy lets out a grunt, relaying on old but sturdy debris to hoist himself from the ground, continuing to scan and navigate throughout the area for Monty, the sudden disappearance of his bandmate and the inability to track the gator filled him with dread. He couldn't begin to process the events leading up to what made the gator go bonkers. An exit sign lit up in the distance, prompting Freddy to move as quickly as he could.

"Going somewhere?" Monty lands inches from him with a snarl, blocking the path to the exit. In the gator's hands, swinging a cement pole ready for permanent damage.

"I am not going to fight you. You wish to take my place? Fine."

"It ain't fine! Not until I see you in a pile of bolts!"

"This will not change anything! Your anger will not do anything but make others afraid of you."

"Stop talking!"

"And you will not get away with this. Soon the others will know what you have done. You will reap what you sow, Monty!"

"I said, STOP TALKING!" Monty roars with the pole held high, when Freddy is hit from the back, the force beckoning him to the ground. With the object still hovering over his head, Monty glares at Tessa, holding her own pipe with an amused look. "I had it handled!"

"Right, handled for it to become the cliffhanger for the next soap opera. Freddy bear's right about one thing," She stomps on Freddy's back, forcing the animatronic deeper into the pavement. "You do need to work on your anger. Maybe more than what I thought I could help you with."

"Whatever."

She motioned her head down at Freddy struggling to move. She removes her hold for Monty to grab the defensive bear, throwing him into a pile of debris, reviewing Freddy with an indented head casing. The latter slowly lifts his head to look at the gator. "Monty..."

A kick to the face. "Even broken, you're still yapping!" He resumes his prior position and proceeds. "Why? Won't. You. Die!" He administers hit after hit with each word of anger.

"Monty… please… don't."

"Come on Monty, finish him! Enough of the stalling!"

"See you, never Fred-bear."

"Monty, wait – " The last mid sentence cuts with Monty delivering the final blow. Freddy's robotic being laid still. Tessa semi claps.

"About time. See, that wasn't so hard? Was it, fearless leader?"

"Ight, enough with the jokes, help me bury this fool." They take the body to a secluded storage unit, next to the docks operating the garbage disposal and underneath the golf course. Broken robotic parts after parts filled from the ground to the top.

"Remember, we need to make it not so obvious. Bury him under here." They cover Freddy's body entirely with disassembled robot parts, finishing as the door swings wide open.

"What are you doing down here?" Roxy eyes them with confusion holding something behind her back.

Monty copies her expression. "What are you doing here?"

Roxy sheepishly tosses yet another broken robot into the garbage-filled area. "I may have gotten a bit carried away in a race."

"May have? You obliterated that machine down to the wiring!"

"Shouldn't have gotten in my way!" she defensively argues. "Stupid helper bots cheating in a race. Those punks should have lost!"

"I like to retract my earlier statement. It appears that you both need to work on your anger issues." Tessa rolls her eyes.

"Whatcha talking about Tess?"

"Can you go now?"

"And miss out on obtaining further blackmail bait witnessing you making out with Tessa? Not a chance."

"Get lost, fox face!"

Roxy raises an eyebrow. "Wow, so original." She rolls her eyes, departing behind a flustered gator and equally amused tiger.

"You sure we can't scratch Twilight Nine over there?" Roxy irritated him to no end and the way they can argue for hours, he wanted to eliminate the wolf into scraps.

"We'll cross that bridge if we have to in the future." Being slightly shorter in height than the gator, she tiptoes and gives a kiss on his cheek. "You've been awesome today, rockstar." She leaves and Monty beams with pride, eyeing the pile of parts where Freddy's body laid.

Today is a new beginning.