That anger returns to the parts unknown. He still feels it, festering at a slow pace, ready for the next time it is needed. His vision decodes, finally clear to view the scene before him.
The atmosphere changes. Monty's snarls slowly decompress into his normal breathing, realizing liquid is flooding out from his mouth. It's blood, or at least what's remaining of the blood bath as Dale's split head and twisted spine slips through his teeth and splats into the floor.
Have fun in hell…
Monty rushed into the garage, spotting a Volkswagen like bus and ran to it, his heavy footing creating footprints into the concrete. One door after the other, he rips the exterior of the vehicle, and then the interior. He found Gregory in a hidden compartment underneath the trunk, and while he could simply pick up the child, Monty rips the back to widen it, completely rendering the vehicle useless. It's not like a dead corpse is going to file a complaint.
Ripping off the restraints, Monty shakes Gregory. "Kid, you ok? Aye, wake up!"
Monty isn't equipped with first aid care, he couldn't be sure of Gregory's current condition, but he knew who could.
Carrying Gregory in one arm, Monty strikes across the PizzaPlex, forcefully pulling and punching doors and triggering a multitude of security alarms. When security bots are called to the scenes, they back away from the raging alligator who wouldn't hesitate to break them with one punch.
He makes it to Parts and Service, having had enough constraints to gently place Gregory down, before the remainder of his fury went to disabling the machine in order to terminate whatever stage of updates his band mates were in.
"Freddy?" Monty rushes to the latter, constantly shaking him. "Freddy, you okay?" An incoherent response mumbled from the bear, one where Monty could hear contractions and incomplete sentences. Freddy sounds like a drunk human, and at any other time or conditions, this would be absolutely hilarious.
Now, Monty hoped he wasn't too late. "Freddy Fazbear, snap out of it!!"
"Monty, stop." Freddy starts gaining consciousness with a hint of annoyance towards the gator. "Please forgive my insensitivity but your breath smells putrid, what have you been eating?" He goes back to mumbling, still seemingly lost in his current stage as his processors run amuck.
Then his eyes widened. "Gregory! Where is he? I –"
Monty stopped him, pulling Freddy out the pod and to where he'd settled the child, watching Freddy cradling Gregory and checking him over.
"Is he okay? I found 'em like that and I don't know what Dale did to him…" The gator glances at Freddy sighing heavily and everything inside of him races. If that son of a bitch killed him, I'm going back to shred that pedo to bits!
"He is breathing, but he has been drugged. I do not know how long he will be in this state. We will have to keep an eye on him for the time being."
Chica released a small bawk, holding her head and falling out of the pod charger. "Ow, damn it! Did I eat a jalapeño and jelly bean pizza again?"
"Shut up, Chica, we got bigger problems." Roxy leaps out, her own eyes shifting as she leaned against the wall to settle herself.
"Relax drama queens, the kid's right here," Monty said.
"Yay! Oh I'm glad he's okay!" Sun takes Gregory and rocks him, Freddy telling him, Roxy, and Chica to be careful.
Monty pulls Freddy aside. "Monty. You saved Gregory's life."
"I had no choice, I wasn't going to let that rapist get away with this." Monty spoke and Freddy's mouth dropped. "Yeah, it wasn't just physical abuse."
Freddy took a deep breath, considering all that was said.
"The best we can do is get in touch with the police and have them arrest Dale. Where did you keep him confined?"
"Yeah, that's why I need your help Freddy." He spoke and Freddy looked intensely concerned.
"Monty?"
"I killed him, Freddy. I killed Dale."
The corpse's dismembered body and dried blood left the animatronics in beyond disbelief.
"This is bad, this is really bad! Management finds out and we're all scrapped!" Roxy grabs ahold of her hair. "And we have an hour! How do we fix this?"
"We cannot." Freddy answered.
The sound of metal rolling is heard in the distance. "Freddy? Monty?! Chica?! Roxy?! Where are you guys?!"
"Vanessa!"
Vanessa enters the Lobby and rushes to the animatronics, stopping short and holding her mouth. "Oh, my – What the hell happened here?" She closes her eyes and walks until she stands in front of the gory scene. Then she turns to look at the five robots. "Someone please tell me what happened?"
Archived tapes matched their stories, along with the information tapped from Dale's phone. Everyone had now felt the same angry Monty dealt with.
Except they wouldn't kill anyone…
Monty glanced down at the stains on his hands and torso. They'll know it was him, it will be all him and within minutes of that moment, he'll be the one scrapped. Freddy's supportive grip on his shoulder gave no comfort.
The gator sighs, looking past the stains and goes deep into thought. He didn't even have the slightest energy to be angry and fight.
They look at Vanessa attending to Gregory, before she had Chica place him into bed. "The drug in question was a general anesthetic, it'll be a while before it wears off, but he isn't in any danger. He might be loopy though."
"That is a relief."
"Ok as for the other thing, is anyone up for a visit to the creepy old bots?
"I'll do it." Moon hovered in the background with an elated grin.
"Of course you will." Vanessa rolled her eyes. She'd had a report incident ready to go: Dale had kidnapped Gregory and held the latter against his will while working at the PizzaPlex, and was killed when he'd fallen into the pit of Nightmarionne S.T.A.F.F. Bots.
She and Moon had disposed of the dismembered body into a pit, letting the bots fight amongst themselves for parts. Mop bots were cleaning the scene, and Vanessa has contained footage for the police reports, not one indication of Monty being the one who ended Dale's life.
"Since when are you the one ridden with guilt?" Vanessa asked, trying to make humor of the situation. Monty has no response. He watches over Gregory, listening to the matter's steady breathing.
"I should have said something when I saw something that night, but I let the past hurt blind me. I had been fighting with my moral code over pride. I even had Dale remove the codes. But there was something else brewing in my system. I didn't think I was capable of getting that angry, and that anger is still residing in me."
"There are some things that even robots have limits too, coding or not."
"But Gregory wouldn't be in this situation had I said something. I almost let Dale take him."
"They're not going to disassemble you Monty, even if they do find out the truth. The guy's a pedophila. Who knows what he would have done to other kids if he was working during the day."
"And there's more of 'em out there?"
Vanessa sighs. "Yes. It's unfortunate that people do come across uncomfortable situations that aren't all sunshines and unicorns, because the world is not so bright and merry. It's disturbing to know why Gregory was terrified of him. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone."
"Yep, I'm good at being a gator. You humans got one fucked up world."
Vanessa snorted and rolled her eyes. "That we do."
"Aye Vanessa?"
"Hmm?"
"Next week when we get our updates, you think you can install the sex offender registry into my system? If I see someone in trouble, I'll know. Them pedos may come in here, but they ain't going to get back out! Not on ma watch!"
Vanessa smiled. "Why wait until next week? I'll have those updates for you when I come in later tonight."
"Thanks."
"Hey Vanessa?" One of the workers peeks her head in with a nervous expression. "The boss and the police are here."
"Okay." She gathers the paperwork into her arms. "I'll be right back."
"Yup." Monty leaned against the doorframe, watching Vanessa approach the manager, who had a concerned expression before turning into a look of horror, nodding and leading the two female employees out.
Then a noise prompts him to turn, seeing Gregory stirring up.