"SYSTEM REBOOTING... SYSTEM REBOOTED. POWERING ON."

The first noticeable thing he could see upon his activation, was the balls scattered uselessly around him, as well as the profuse amount of fog surrounding the area. The next thing he could see was what was wrong with his vision, where his one eye was bugging out so badly that it gave up functioning after about 10 seconds, turning off to leave him with a blind spot. As he reached to push himself up, he noticed that his arm had completely lost it's casing, and the endoskeleton hand he bore under his normal ones was completely exposed. His working eye widened at this, before he reach his other arm to push himself up. It had a similar problem as his other arm with some missing casing, as well as a lack of his normal claws. This is when he noticed he couldn't standup, whipping his head around to see the detached and utterly ruined remains of his lower half. The wires and part of the spine were completely exposed from his torso, sparking like crazy from his lover half. He almost made a choked noise as he saw this, before desperately looking around. He saw his glasses, which he desperately scrambled to place back on his snout, letting out a glitched noise when they immediately fell off his face. Clearly there was heavy damage to his face if his glasses couldn't even fit anymore.

He pulled himself around to attempt to shoved the detached parts of him to the side for now, being careful with his glasses, before eyeing the stairwell. At first he was just distraught, before an overwhelming anger started to take ahold of him. That short, smug, slippery kid caused this damage, and now, no matter what, he was going to pay. Even if he was forcibly decommissioned permanently he didn't care, so long as he got revenge. Dragging himself off the little speaker stage, he crawled his way over to the stairs, where he had a bit of a struggle pulling himself up, but didn't stop until he was dragging himself into the elevator and heading to the Atrium. He was getting more motion trigger alerts now, from the places that him and his band members all had a connection to, and they seemed to be in the West Arcade. Perfect... just the place to corner a kid in... The overwhelming urge to suddenly just strangle the boy had long overtaken his normal sense of mind, wanting nothing better than to watch the kid apologize and beg for mercy as he took his anger out-... Monty had no control over his thoughts or actions at this point, since his programming would deter him from actively trying to carry out such actions..


"This has happened more than once, each time getting even worse than before!"

"It technically isn't Montys fault, he had no idea that there was someone aiming to dump the splash bucket, and that person didn't check to see if he was there before pressing the button TO dump it,"

"Still! He really shouldn't be up there anyways! We have no idea how long the catwalks can hold his weight, hell, he's 6'3! Imagine how much weight that is for platforms not really being held by anything underneath!"

"I'm pretty sure they did tests with that kind of stuff up there, considering he can get up there, obviously he's meant to be up there, especially since it's apart of his attraction, he does need to manage both sections when staff aren't around,"

"That means nothing in terms of safety for both him and others! This is the 5th time within 3 months that he's been knocked off the catwalks from people dumping the splash bucket, and I think he's starting to get fed up with it, much more than management is,"

"Then just move the splash buckets... more often than not they end up crashing into the catwalks anyways, causing collateral damage when knocked over. Seriously, if we want the problem fixed maybe we just remove them and make a different mini game where the ball shooters are utilized, and then just have smaller versions of the splash buckets auto fill and dump every so often,"

"You really think management is gonna go through all that trouble? I think they're about 5 seconds off from just refusing to pay for Monty's repair.."

"You know as well as I do if they do that it'll just be the Bonnie situation all over again, Martyn. We had enough problems with the kids asking where Bonnie went, if they got rid of Monty, who attracts the most attention from afar, whether good or bad, there would be just as much, if not more of a question being raised of his sudden replacement, considering they'll IMMEDIATELY notice the sudden silence around the plex,"

"Still... they couldn't even FIND Bonnie's remains... now that they have Monty, they have full authority whether he gets fixed or not, and as much of a problem that he is... he's the only damn reason I even work here,"

"Ouch, not me? Your childhood best friend? The gator animatronic with anger issues and destructive tendencies? I feel insulted,"

"Oh shut up Chris, you know it isn't like that,"

"I'm just pullin' your leg, you know this,"

"Whatever... I'm gonna go check up on PS to see what they've decided for Monty, and hope to god he's getting repaired... AGAIN.."


If not for DJMM roaming around the Arcade and causing a ruckus, Monty would have half expected the kid to have long gone by the time he'd managed to drag himself over. He would be flinching as how loud he was, the open hole in his stomach dragging some of his endoskeleton across the floor, alerting everything within a good few miles of his slow approach to their destination. This, however, didn't deter him as he started to help with the search for the kid, using his now low profile to try and see if he could sneak up on the kid, often adjusting himself so the broken bits of endoskeleton weren't making noise when it counted. He heard the intercom start to go off, voicing instructions which alerted him that the boy was somewhere upstairs, of which he swiftly started making his way over to the stairwell, where he ran almost smack dab into the kids ankles. He growled before reaching his claws up, letting out a furious roar as the boy shrieked in surprise, launching himself backwards and down onto the stairwell, only just being missed by Monty's furious claws raking at where the kid had once been. The boy quickly scrambled up to get away from Monty, who was powering his way up the stairs like a feral beast, before the boy pulled out a Faz cam and aimed it directly at Monty, pressing the button on it which caused a giant flash to appear. Monty paused as he clawed at his face, roaring in surprise and anger as his already crappy vision completely malfunctioned for a moment. When it came back, the kid was nowhere in sight, leaving him to look around frantically before growling and heading back down the stairs, thinking maybe the kid slipped past to continue wherever he had been set on going beforehand. Not long after he hit the bottom of the stairs again he noticed Freddy, who was standing beside a few arcades attempting to block Chica from moving past him, having both of his arms out holding her as she reached her arms out, frantically waving them as she let out furious 'Bawk!''s and yells. A bit beyond he saw the kid running away into the fray of arcades, causing Monty to aggressively lunge forward, dodging around the two animatronics before swiftly making chase. He failed to allow the thought of why Freddy was blocking Chica's path, although if he was his normal self he probably would have.

"Monty?!" He heard Freddy say behind him, but he made no move to acknowledge him as he dived in between arcades, swiftly moving far away from Chica and Freddy as he tried to follow the kid, who was shockingly a lot faster to him now. Didn't help the fact he'd lost his main source of mobility.. not long into the chase, he lost the boy pretty quickly, only to hear the aggressive slamming and rumbling of DJMM tossing things around. When he got to DJMM's location, though, he was just eyeing one of the doors curiously, before he went up and climbed into one of the tunnels he used to get around, disappearing from sight, like he'd just woken up from a nap and was confused why he wasn't at his stage. Odd... he didn't think about it though.. frankly, since his systems were meshing together with anger and the protocols, he kind of was unable to think of anything other than the boy. He growled before making his way down the hall, checking the door a bit before moving back into the arcade. He came back across Freddy, who had gotten Chica to move back further into the arcade, where he was anxiously staring in the direction the boy had gone. When he properly noticed Monty, his expression clearly fell a bit, looking a bit sympathetic as well as upset, although Monty made no reactions to this. His protocol had completely taken control of him now, just making him drag himself across the floor in a desperate attempt to find the boy, who he didn't see even leave the Arcade, even after Freddy walked out, muttering to himself in worry.


Wandering the building and doing objectives to try and live wasn't easy when an angry gator was chasing you, as well as every other animatronic in the establishment, but now that said gator was destroyed and looking for vengeance Freddy wouldn't be surprised if he showed up again.

"Gregory... I have to ask, you got these claw upgrades so I can smash through gates like Monty... but I saw Monty utterly destroyed in the arcade... can you be honest with me? How did you get these upgrades..?" They were currently back in Freddy's room to regroup after the arcade, both him and the boy, Gregory, sitting on the couch as they discussed.

"Uhm... Monty was up on the catwalks, and I had the idea from a report I had found, that if I could dump the splash bucket in the way of me and him on the catwalks I could maybe get away... but I didn't time it correctly, and he ended up too close when I pressed the button... I accidently caused the splash bucket to knock him off the catwalks, which destroyed him.." Gregory looked down at his hands as he spoke, clearly looking upset and regretful on the situation as he spoke.

"Gregory... I understand you didn't mean ill will... but with how Monty has been acting, with that weird purple color assaulting his eyes everytime we see him, I think with the damages you caused, whatever ill will he had aimed at you is now to kill you, instead of catching you.. since when he went after you, he had a purely feral look on his face, like he had no remains of his original mind working with his actions anymore,"

"Did he not respond to you this time? Like in the daycare?"

"Negative... he just, well, not ran.. dragged himself past me as I was stopping Chica, having you basically tunnel visioned," Gregory looked out from the curtains into the row with a nervous look at this.

"I feel so bad.. because now not only is that bunny lady controlling him, he now bears anger towards me and I can't even explain myself and the mistake in judgement that caused this..."

"I think as long as it doesn't happen again things should settle once we figure this all out," Freddy placed a hand on Gregory's shoulder reassuringly, his ears wiggling ever so slightly as he tried to encourage him. Gregory looked up at Freddy with a sad look, but smiled slightly.

"Yeah... I'll do my best to make sure a mistake like that doesn't happen again, even if I get injured because of it, I promise!!"

"Let's not put your life on the line in that regard..."

"Hey! You know I'm sneaky sneaky," Gregory got up to do a little dance as he said that, snickering a bit. Freddy smiled, knowing the boy was a bit happier now.

"The dj could say otherwise, especially with the intercoms... although, that's beyond your control,"

"Eeeeexactly! I'm sneaky if it IS in my control, so therefore when it isn't it doesn't count," Gregory gloated as he went back over to the door, seeming off his adrenaline high of fear from the chase in the arcade. Freddy stood up to walk over as well, opening his stomach hatch for Gregory to climb into, before they walked out, ready for their next adventure in this hellhole of a mess.