You would think with it being an average day at the pizza plex, what with all the kids fanning over Freddy like they normally did, leaving the rest of the band with little to no attention and therefore leaving them to their own activities, that no one would be upset, right? Well, Roxanne was an exception, with her self esteem problems, but that's besides the point. It was pretty much a normal day, yet here was a certain temperamental bass player causing a riot in his room. None of the staff DARE enter his room, whether just to check on him or to do the routine check up on his systems, because god forbid the last time someone walked in when he was ripping his room apart... they lost a good deal of teeth, as well as probably ended up having a dislocated arm, although from what specifically was left unknown.

Good thing it was after hours that Monty was having his temper tantrum, otherwise he was sure he'd have gotten Vanessa, or SOMEONE knocking on his door telling him to quit it. He wouldn't have listened even if that happened. He was starting to get fed up with things. Everyone avoided him, both staff AND the band, because they blamed him for something he didn't do. Yes, he still held that grudge, 5 years later. They held it against him, he may as well hold it right back. Didn't help with his anger issues, in all honesty, but he didn't care. Besides that, however, he was long past fed up with Freddy. Just his mere existence drove Monty off the rails. It wasn't because he was best friends with Bonnie, or because he got special attention, or because everyone loved him, or because no one blamed him for the mistakes he made or for things he didn't do, and it sure as hell wasn't because of all the undivided attention he got from kids and adults alike who just had to make him seem like the greatest thing alive-... ok, MAYBE Monty had a bit of a jealously problem towards Freddy... no, he couldn't deny it, he hated Freddy BECAUSE of how jealous he was of him. He was just... PERFECT. Everything about him made him perfect, even if he had glitches. THAT was why Monty was having a rage fueled argument with himself in his room, and was taking it out on everything inside, sometimes subconsciously even himself.

He'd been bottling up his rage the past week and a half... a new record for him. The last 20 parties had been booked solely on Freddy, leaving the other three completely out of the question besides the main show. Roxanne had probably had about 47 breakdowns by now, and Chica was probably just too busy in the kitchen to care... although if this was true or not, he had no idea, considering if he were to check they'd probably yell and scream at him and tell him to go away... more so Roxanne, Chica would probably look at him in fear before shuffling herself out of the room. In fact, the reason he couldn't hold himself back anymore was because Roxanne had decided she was going to take her self esteem problems out on him, venting in anger about how she felt she was worthless, and then proceeded to turn it slowly into her usual accusatory statements on how 'she wanted Bonnie back, and wished it was Monty who was in the scrap pile right now'. He almost clocked her over the head right then and there, but luckily his programming stopped him. They should know by now from that one security guard so many years ago, before Bonnie's 'decommission' that he had a special protocol installed that prevented him from harming someone without being actively told to. This would include all of the band members, Bonnie included. Yet here they were, 5 years later, still yelling and screaming at him about how it was his fault their happiness had been stripped away.

The entire time he'd been groveling in his thoughts, he'd managed to shatter his vanity mirror about 6 times over, shredded the couch to bits where it was now a demented looking partial stuffing cloud mixed with purple and green fabric, broken about 3 of the neon signs, cracked the mini stage right before the curtains to the back room, which had long claw marks in them, tore one of the speakers off the wall, punched a large hole in the other one still ON the wall, planted some decent cracks in the wall and floor, and tossed the stand for his guitar across the room, knocking over the holder where he kept his favorite golf club. Now he was just standing in the middle of his room, glaring daggers at everything giving off light, mainly the only in tact neon purple thunderbolt sitting right before the door into his room. Light always irritated him, hence why he always had the lights off in his room, and why his golf section had very dull lighting. He never liked lights, they distracted him way too much, especially on stage. It's why he despises the faz cameras, and why he threatened the staff to enforce the rule of no cameras in his area. The flash made his visual sensors glitch out, which was infuriating, especially when adults were taking pictures and left their flash on. Even with his sunglasses he still ended up getting flashed from the side.

He quickly tore town the neon sign, breaking it over his leg before dropping it, watching the light fizzle out as the two pieces clattered to the floor, the last of the light fading to leave his room completely dark. He stood there once more, flexing his claws as he slowly calmed down, looking up a bit before narrowing his eyes behind his glasses. He tried not to think about it, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the damn bear out of his head. He drowned back into his thoughts, his claws flexing from partially-relaxed to aggressive once more. He was so tuned out, in fact, that he didn't notice the knocking on the door until it sounded like someone was smashing into it with a hammer, which knocked him out of his trance. His head whipped over to the door, grumbling in irritation as he walked over. He pressed a small button on the side to let it open, flinching slightly at the light that assaulted his vision, before glaring down his snout at a rather irritated looking Vanessa, with Chica not too far off, standing behind one of the glass casings that sat in the middle of the path throughout Rockstar Row. While Chica's expression was unreadable, better yet completely distant, not even paying attention to the two, Vanessa looked quite ready to power Monty off for the next month.

"So, Mr. Gator, care to explain your enthusiasm this time?" She hissed, crossing her arms as she glared up at the animatronic. He just simply scoffed at her, clearly not wanting to put up with her.

"I don't need to explain jack crap to you woman, just know I am not in the mood to be lectured over something that's none of your damn business," he growled, his subtle southern accent bleeding through evidently in his robotic speech, which only happens if he's feeling emotions high, in this case anger.

"Oh really? If it's none of my business you should be more than happy to let me look in your room to asses damages then, hmm?" She retorted, matching his cocky attitude to show she meant business, the bags under her eyes showing she really did not want to waste her time... again. He just rolled his eyes behind his glasses, which went more or less unseen, before taking up the entire doorway as he leaned against the frame, crossing his own arms over while his tail swayed.

"Unlike you, I can be here aaalllll night, so unless you want your god damn pay for doin' your job right I suggest leaving me the hell alone," He growled, which got an exasperated sigh from her.

"Look, as much as I'd love to play your little temper tantrum games," This got a nasty glare out of Monty. "There's a boy wandering around that I need to find, as he's been causing a lot more trouble than the normal stowaways, sneaking around backstage and tampering with things he shouldn't be. I'd ask you just to charge for the night, but seeing as you're FULL of energy I want you on the lookout for him, understand?" It came out more as a demand than a question, which got an aggravated twitch out of Monty, but he kept his 'foulties', as the others called them, to himself as he responded.

"Fine, whatever, so long as it keeps you out of my damn area," this, however much it irritated Vanessa with his tone, seemed to make her back off slightly.

"Good, and, despite how much of a nosy brat this kid is, please watch your language, you're still a children's attraction," Vanessa grumbled, before walking off, not giving Monty a chance to snap back at her. How DARE she tell him how to speak, he'll talk however the hell he wants to! Half of him wanted to just go back into his room and start shredding it again, but something was clicking in the back of his mind, seemingly egging him to help find the kid. Probably just the safety protocols they all had, considering it looked like Chica was pretty devoted right now to the task, even lifting up the cases to find this boy, which a child evidently couldn't fit under due to the fact there was no openings... They were just solid blocks with glass on top of them, really. He just shook his head before walking out into the row, the door closing behind him. He attempted a few scans on the areas Chica wasn't investigating, before he eyed Freddy's room curiously, noticing his door was still wide open. That doesn't happen unless a Photo Pass is used to open it... The thing nagging at him to find the kid was attempting to overwhelm his senses, but he managed to drown it out enough for him to come up with the BRILLIANT idea to check UNDER the pizza plex. Why a kid would go down there was beyond him, no less use a Photo Pass to actively alert everyone he'd been in Freddy's room... maybe some lame last minute photos with him? Maybe Freddy was already escorting the kid to Vanessa, and he didn't have to bother... yeah, maybe the damn bear was doing him a favor for once... it still didn't hurt to check though.. at least, that's what he was being told by his protocols.

He decided to suck it up, as much as he didn't want to be bothered. He decided to take a different way than the one by Freddy's' room, opting for the way only he could do, due to the mesh gates that only his claws could mash through, it made quite nicely for ways he could escape from the others if they were bothering him in BOTH of his areas. It also was a lot quicker than the long winding stairwell, as well as skipped a good chunk of the transportation tunnels down below. It wasn't long until he came up to one of the gates, which was partially hidden by the musty collection of thick steam in the area from the steam pipes, as well as the red lighting. This is when, through the steam, he saw a small boy with fluffy messy brunette hair, in a striped blue t-shirt and beige shorts, running around with a flashlight in his tiny hands. Suddenly his senses were overwhelmed by the need to catch the kid, and he was sent BARRELING into the gate, the door swinging open and almost completely off its hinges, causing the boy to whip around and let out a yelp of surprise, which melted into a facial expression of panic as the kid started sprinting down the hall.

Next thing he knew, he was rushing off after the kid himself, ignoring completely when Roxanne and Chica joined the chase, in fact, he actually barreled Chica out of the way ENTIRELY as he crashed his way up the staircase, and almost crashed himself right into the security door which slammed in his face, almost causing him to slam his snout on the door. Part of him was alarmed by the sudden aggression he was showing when it came to trying to catch this kid, confused by he seemed so desperate to get his claws on him, but the part of him currently bashing against the door could only think about snagging the kid, doing whatever it took to reach that goal.

After a good few minutes of pounding into the door with the fury of a lion, the door eventually opened due to the power running out... revealing a completely empty room. This sent his sensors in a state of confusion, allowing him to partially regain himself, looking around in confusion before marching out the other side, and then down the hall. He almost walked right into Chica, who seemed unfazed by him, simply walking right past him without a care in the world, not even glancing at him, which confused him more than he could say, considering how afraid she was of him. He hadn't seen Roxanne since below, so he had no idea whatsoever where she was. He grumbled before just opting to leave, exiting through the big doors back into the Lobby, noticing the giant shutters in front of the main entrance covering the doors completely. He half expected the kid to have just made a dash for it, before checking his internal clock, noticing it was 15 minutes past closing time. That made his hopes drop, now knowing he'd been pounding on the door long after the kid left, of which from such probably made it so the kid didn't get out in time. Great, so he can well expect the kid still running about like a pesky little rat, and here he thought he could get the night off from annoying little problems that had nothing to do with him.

He just decided he was gonna roam the main lobby until he found the kid, considering he probably didn't have much past the default complimentary ticket, but that was until he walked up onto the second level and saw the doors to the daycare swung wide open. He stared at it for a solid minute before internally cursing

"I swear to god if I have to go in there I am going to break everyone and everything in this damn pizza plex, myself so included!" He hissed, tempted to break the photo booth next to him, before letting out a low growl as he stormed in, his systems overheating ever so slightly out of irritation. He despised the daycare attendant with a passion, both of them. Glitter glue and happy fun-stories and annoying little kids trying to pull everything off and climbing all over you... he had no idea how they did it. He would he impressed, if not for the fact of how irritably annoying and overenergetic and happy-go-lucky sunshine and rainbows they were, very specifically Sun. Moon had a much less annoying voice and attitude, but he just couldn't stand Sun at all because of such. He never faired well with the little ones and their energy and demands, so Sun being specifically attuned to their liking made it so he didn't do well with him, either.

When he got to the fountain, suddenly the lights completely fizzled out with a whirr, which almost made him flinch. He looked up in confusion, before hearing footsteps behind him, as well as a low growl, indicating Roxanne had come up behind him. He turned around to look at her, ready for some random snap from her, but instead he was greeted with a look of anger, as well as a feral expression. She had her claws extended as she walked around, almost like she was hunting for prey. She didn't acknowledge him, which would have been the most confusing thing, if not the fact her eyes were glowing a bright purple.

"Huh... I don't think her eye upgrades were meant to include 'color changin' irises'," He mumbled to himself, before heading slowly for the stairwell down to the lower level of the daycare. He made sure he checked every nook and cranny, being weary of Roxanne the entire time, who was basically trailing after him with an unreadable expression as she double checked literally EVERYTHING he checked, much to his irritance. The last person besides Freddy he wanted to be near right now was Roxanne, so after he had checked the upstairs part of the daycare he immediately booked it for the stairwell, heading down quick enough that he easily lost the sound of Roxanne walking around, although he did hear her make a statement. Better not have been about him, otherwise he'd probably unconventionally make another riot.

When he made it around to the front of the Daycare, the lights flickered on without warning, momentarily blinding him. Before he could start letting loose a series of cursing, however, for the first time since the show, where Freddy had malfunctioned, he saw the said bear looking nervously at the large doors of the Daycare, tapping his foot anxiously. He almost snarled at the sight, whipping RIGHT back around, walking away before the though occurred to him. Why the hell is Freddy standing at the front of the Daycare..? At this Monty was midway back up the stairs, stopping himself at the thought right as the doors whipped open to reveal Sun.

"SECURITY ALERT, SECURITY ALERT, WOOOO WOOO WOOOOO!" He shrieked, before dropping the same kid on the floor from before, slamming the doors behind him. Once again, his protocol seemed to take control of his actions, as he leapt over the hand railings on the stairs to land on the ground, claws outstretched as he made his way over to the kid. In the process, Chica burst through a set of doors on the opposite side, sprinting her way over as well, followed by Roxanne emerging from the dark and coming from behind Freddy. As the three of them converged, Freddy looked at them all in a panic as he bent down, arms outstretched to the boy, who ran as fast as he could over to Freddy... before Montys vision completely glitched out, Freddy standing back up how he had originally, with the kid nowhere to be seen. Roxanne and Chica seemed unfazed, slowing down in their tracks before completely ignoring Freddy, going back to an odd type of pattern where they just looked around a bit, before walking around with strangely sharp and stiff movements. Monty wasn't faring well himself, his vision kept glitching, and he had to put a hand to his head as he grumbled.

"Damned security protocols, messin' with my visual sensors," he grumbled, shaking his head. Freddy seemed to catch this, as he looked at Monty in surprise. Monty caught this, but just shoved Freddy a glare before growling, stomping off up the stairs, grumbling the entire time about how he just wanted to go charge for the night. He could feel Freddys' eyes trailing after him, but he didn't care. He just opted to storm off to Gator Golf, hoping that maybe if he were to cool off in there he could think rationally. Could also be the smidge of hope the kid decides he's gonna stroll on in for a little look around and just easily slide into his claws, it would make his problems SO much easier... Whatever, if the kid came to his section so be it, he wasn't getting away if he did, that's for sure..