[Full Summary] Monty can't stand Gregory from a number of times that kid had contributed to him nearly losing his temper. When a temporary night guard joins the shift, Monty relishes in the terror that the guard gives Gregory. After all, the nuisance to his nuisance provides much relief.
When he witnesses an interaction, it drives him to a new level of anger beyond his comprehension. There are certain lines that, regardless of how Monty feels about something, will not be crossed. A nuisance who becomes a danger to his nuisance is a threat with a death wish.
I've been debating on whether or not I should publish this. Monty Gator is an underrated character that isn't loved by others. I'm not a diehard fanfic fan of the security breach saga, but I know what's it like to be viewed by people and glanced over because of pre assumptions.
On the hand, this story is graphic – at least to me, it's graphic. While writing this, there were some scenes that contain lemons (or in this case, sour/rotten lemons) I think I'm scaling back with this story due to some scenes that I don't believe the world is ready for, even though the world is not so bright and merry. I've always been told that I had a dark mind...
So, I'm publishing this story and test the waters. Please read and only proceed based on a clear decision.
This story is rated M/Mature for the following reasons: Language, Sexual abuse b/t an adult and a minor, and sweet justice being served in the styles of Gore & Death. I do not condone these actions, other than justice for the innocent, as I'm merely a writer with a story to tell. That being said, please adhere to these warnings and only proceed should you choose too.
[Chapter 1]
After-hours at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex carries a different tune. During the hours of operation, noises of spoiled children crying, kids laughing, Fazer blasters shooting, mouths munching on snacks, feet dancing, golf balls swinging, and race cars drifting, preoccupied the environment. Not to mention that every Saturday, the heightened cheers and screams from fans of every age, gender and race, cheering as the four bandmates perform a multitude of songs.
Once closing time protocols are in place, the animatronics retreats to their own array of activities:
Roxy would be placing bets with S.T.A.F.F robots either in card games or amongst the go kart races in her attraction. Or obsessing over her looks as she gets a relaxing makeover in the Glamrock Salon or a shine-up in Parts & Services.
Chica will shred note after note on her guitar, providing a nighttime concert heard exclusively in Rockstar Row. Or she may be playing with Sundrop in imagination land, or staying up watching pixelated stars with Moon.
Monty keeps it lowkey by staying in his attraction all night. He never grows bored at the amount of golf games, despite knowing every play known to his existence.
And Freddy, who often jokes about being possessed by an old man, would stay in his room and rest, or usually hooking up his connection to the mainframe to engage in a game of chess and whatnot. Lately, the animatronic bear has embraced the role of a Rockstar father, caring for that kid.
Gregory – that pint-size, too small to look like his actual age, scruffy brown haired, strong-willed and feisty persona kid – that same kid who irritates Monty Gator to his very core.
He remembers the crushing weight of the splash bucket before the weight knocks him off the scaffolding, breaking him into half. He remembers his eyes stinging from the Faz Camera when the pest felt the need to taunt him, just for the sake of taunting. Monty found himself in a new endo, a new casing, and his memory bank preserved. And had it not been for Vanessa's or Freddy's intervention, he would have torn that runt from top to bottom.
"Monty, please, he is just a kid." Freddy would reason with him time and time again. Monty didn't want to hear the excuses about how he was destroyed in the name of 'self-defense'. The mysterious virus that had made him go haywire remains to be discovered.
But Freddy Fazbear had the AUDACITY to back Gregory's claim of self-defense while the bear wore HIS claws. Parts & Services did eventually switch them out, while giving his bandmate an upgrade since they didn't want to lose their trademark mascot and 'star of the PizzaPlex'.
Whatever. Monty had reasoned with himself, ruling it pointless to club Freddy from head to toe. Life goes on.
It's nearing the end of the third week since Gregory's been living incognito at the PizzaPlex. During the day, he's interacting with other kids, or could be at any place at any time, thanks to Vanessa giving him an unlimited access badge. Thankfully, the kid had not visited Monty's attraction, or at least Monty hadn't seen him in Monty Golf.
Vanessa had told him how she's gone incognito with a friend, working to find the child's parents, gathering information of what took place that landed the boy here, and since that day, he would ask every time he sees the blonde-haired woman of the progress.
"It's not as easy as you think it is."
And with every answer that was similar to that response, the gator would growl and mumble words like, "Good thing I'm a robot." He will never understand the messed-up process of how humans run their society.
At the end of the night, by 11:45, the place is clear of workers rushing home to avoid being stuck overnight. Monty may see his nightmare for an hour or so before Freddy or Vanessa sends him to bed. Unless it is the weekends. Weekends were the worst as the kid could be up for hours on end. All of the animatronics powered down at different times, as long as it was at least an hour before the PizzaPlex opened. The only exception for being shut down for an entire night is when they get system diagnosis and updates every other week.
And next week was that week, which was when Vanessa had chosen to go on vacation. With no one having the expertise as her level of expertise and commitment to doing an overnight shift, it's possible that a complete newbie will screw up their systems.
"It's only for a week." Vanessa reminded them, yawning as she scribbles away on a notepad in an office. Freddy, Monty, Roxy, and Chica remained outside the door frame, unhappy that their favorite night guard was leaving them. "And the new guy, granted that he shows up, is very qualified. Seems like a chilled person."
"Could you bring back some presents for us?" Chica asks with big eyes, getting a stern expression from Monty and Roxy, in which she shrugs. "What? I guarantee that there are fans in St. Lucia."
"It's not a work trip, Chica. I'm going to be there on vacation, relaxing with normal clothes, and fighting against sunburn, all with no remnants from work."
"Ah, man!"
"Could you at least bring back some souvenirs?" Roxy requests. "I read that St. Lucia has beautiful seashells. I can make a frame for my new mirror."
"Good grief, Roxanne." Monty rolls his eyes at the wolf's vainess.
"I suppose I could find some room in my suitcase to bring something back."
"Could you also bring back some pizza?"
"Chica!" Her bandmates scold her.
Vanessa laughs, hearing her co-worker's voice on the other line of the radio. "Repeat that again Ally?"
"Dale's here and I'm heading out for the night. Have a safe and fun vacation!" The female announces and the connection cuts off.
"Come on, let's go introduce ourselves." They follow her out of the office and into the Lobby. A man chews on the end of a plastic straw as they approach closer.
"Dale, I'm Vanessa. It's good to meet you." They shook hands. "This is Freddy, Chica, Monty and Roxy." She introduces the robots in that order while the robots are slightly leaning over her.
Dale lifts down his sunglasses. "Whoa, you guys are taller than I'd expected." He eyes each animatronic.
"And you have quite the mod bod." Roxy flirts, touching his muscles. Monty rolled his eyes, Chica giggled and Freddy just shook his head.
Vanessa flashes Dale a smile. "Before you ask, they're not programmed to just say a sentence or two. They wanted these robots to be interactive and life-like. They are quite sentient. Pretty cool, right?"
"Yeah, but it feels weird to know that I just got hit on by a mechanical she-wolf."
"Least she has good taste in human appearances." Roxy retorts and folded her arms. "They don't usually hire good-looking humans."
"Take it as a compliment. Roxy rarely addresses anyone other than the other wolf she sees in her mirror." Monty shrugs. "Nice tats, by the way."
Dale grins but Freddy's frowning. "Some of your artistic markings have quite inappropriate content. I do not believe it adheres to the company's dress code nor is it suitable for children."
"Don't mind Mr. Goody two-shoes." Monty rolls his eyes. "There ain't no children roaming the PizzaPlex at midnight unless you count that demon spawn of a kid."
"Gregory is not a demon child Monty."
"Why don't I give you a tour Dale?" Vanessa interjects to avoid a possible argument between Freddy and Monty. "We can talk about your job details and I'll answer any questions along the way."
"Sounds good." He follows Vanessa with the animatronics trailing behind as the young woman begins a documentary on the history of the PizzaPlex.
An hour into the tour, they hear antsy speaking in the daycare. Vanessa knocks on the front door. "Sunny! Come on out and say hello!"
"Helllooo friends!" Sun pops out. His eyes shine and the attendant shakes hands with Dale. "You must be the new night guard?! Are those tattoos? Does it hurt? Needles give me the creeps! One time they tried sticking one inside my head..."
"Why is this one so hyper?"
"We wonder about this question ourselves." Chica shrugs. "And we live with him 24/7!"
"But he has a counterpart, Moon. You'll only see him when the lights go out at the end of every hour. He's grumpy, but an alright bot." Roxy adds.
"Hey Sun, Sundrop!" Vanessa interrupts the attendant's rant. "Sun, what were you doing in there, making all that noise?"
"Disinfection! A bunch of babies got into the ball pit and sneezed everywhere – oh! The number of germs I have to eliminate before the morning!" Sun rushes into the daycare, slamming it shut, resuming the noise of his cleaning chaos.
"He's going to be fun to work with." Dale commented while they moved from the daycare into another area. "Hey, you said there aren't any kids at this time, what's that one doing here?"
"It's too long of a story to explain, but he isn't going to be bothersome. Normally Freddy or Chica helps me out with him. Gregory! Come say hi."
From afar, the boy had a neutral expression, but the closer he approached the group and seeing Dale, Monty saw Gregory turning whiter than his teeth.
"Gregory?"
"You two know each other?"
"A close family friend." Dale doesn't take his eyes off the younger child. "This is crazy. We were certain that you were rodent food."
"Wouldn't that be nice." Monty mumbles.
Gregory promptly moves behind Freddy's leg.
"Sorry Dale, he's usually not this timid." Vanessa states.
The man laughs. "Timid? Are you sure we're talking about the same kid?"
Whatever history they had, it's clear that Dale is making Gregory uncomfortable and Monty is relishing in the fear the child displayed from the man in the midst of the group.