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You got a job at the infamous Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. You're actually doing pretty well there. You rather like it despite the fact that kids aren’t your favorite and you usually get headaches about an hour into your shift. But hey, what can you do? You like the establishment. All the flashy lights, fun characters, and even think it’s endearing to see the kids interact with the animatronics.
Oh yeah, the animatronics. Can’t forget them. That’s also another reason you wanted to work here. You wouldn’t call yourself a nerd, but maybe you’re just slightly into computer stuff and all the works. You also find it absolutely insane just how ungodly smart these things are. So much so it feels wrong to call them things or robots at all. You’ve even (snappily) corrected a few parents who’ve called the animatronics ‘it’s’ or ‘mindless machines’. Because how could someone look at these guys and say they don’t have feelings.
So basically you’re stunned by them and as soon as you heard about the establishment you knew you had to experience it for yourself. And they did not disappoint. They’re truly so smart and the range of emotions on them is terrifyingly realistic to that of a human. It almost gives you whiplash when you go about your day and watch them just exist. They all have such different and extravagant personalities. Every one of them is so unique from the other. They’re even so human-like that some of them have a few flaws too.
And that’s okay because having flaws means you're human. Even in their case.
When you first came to work here you were gawked at by the animatronics. You guessed it was just the fact that you were new. You only work the day shift, so usually the animatronics were all busy doing their thing. There’s occasionally a few slow days where everyone gets to relax a bit, but it’s not always often. You heard most of their relaxing is done at night and even then you also heard they don’t even do much relaxing then.
Still, considering your appearance, you’ve always gotten a bunch of stink eyes from the mothers that visited the pizzaplex with their families. It's because you’re absolutely stunning. With long balayaged hair just an inch or two past your ass and bright blue doe eyes. Your form is beautifully curved, with fair, perky breasts, not overly large, but not too petite either. A flat, slim waist, and a plump bubble butt with wide hips. You’re quite the eye catcher — a perfect mix of cute and seductive. And come on, your name’s Dakota Mayfield. Isn’t that a flex all on its own?
Now, you’re not your stereotypical woman (or at least you’d like to think). You’re a bit Tom-boyish, you’ve got a knack for dark humor, and an extravagant, vibrant, and explosive personality. You’re twenty one years old and have one foot in the door for college so you’re at least moderately expected to act like an adult. So, thankfully your filter works at at least 70% capacity and you know when to turn off the crazy. You also tend to not speak to the children like well... little kids. You enjoy treating them like little adults and for some reason they seem to love you even more for that. Even though you’d rather not tangle with the kids for much longer than you need to, you know it’s your duty. You work at a place meant for kids and teens after all.
Speaking of personality, it is your exact personality (and honestly, probably your looks too) that has made you so well liked already. You’re absolutely a blast to be around, albeit you probably joke around a little too much, but you’re still able to get the job done. It’s what helps you get along with the animatronics so well too. You’re never awkward (usually anyway) and always seem in a mood to talk. It seemed to help enough when you first met them and watching the glamstars play with the kids reminds you of those moments.
Like when you met Freddy, were leaning against one of the tables with a slight smile on your face as you watch Chica get swarmed by the little devils. All of a sudden you’re seeing a large form out of the corner of your eye approach you. Quickly your eyes and head flick over in that direction to see the star of the show, Freddy. The giant bear is always looking so friendly and he has such a sweet look in his eyes. You have no idea how anyone could be afraid of him, especially with that soft voice of his.
Speaking of his soft voice...
“Hey there,” He greeted joyously, eyes bright as he met yours. “I don’t think the band and I have officially met you.” It’s all said with a bright smile too and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hey Fred, I don’t believe we have.” You answered back with a smile and an easy going laugh. “I know you, of course, the star of the show. But I’m Dakota. I’ve been wanting to meet ya’ll officially for a while, but you always look so busy.” You hum back with a sheepish shrug of your shoulders.
Freddy let’s out boisterous laughter and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be here without the rest of them.” He gestures to the rest of his team. “It’s very nice to meet you, Dakota!” He booms out and all of a sudden there’s a little gremlin latching onto his leg.
You look down and laugh as you watch the little guy cling onto the bear. You met Freddy’s eyes after he exclaimed with surprised “Oh! Hi there, superstar!” Only to have him give one of those seemingly permanent smiles back at you. “I hope we get to talk again, Dakota. I’ll be sure to tell the rest of the band about you.”
“I hope you’ll put in a good word for me, Freddy. Have fun.” You chuckled as you waved bye at him. He proceeded to wrestle the little bugger off his leg after that, scooping the kid up into his arms.
—
That was your first official meeting with Freddy anyhow. That bear was as bright as always. Now, Roxy... Roxy didn’t seem to like you as much, but Chica adored you and you adored her. Nothing was out of the ordinary with those two, well, besides Roxy’s vicious side eye. Until you met Montgomery. Now, that man, or gator, was something else the first time you met him.
The gator has a collected cool about him, but something so very primal and edgy as well — almost dangerous. Not only does he give you chills by just looking at him, sometimes he even makes you nervous. You hoped it was just all the rumors spread about him by your other coworkers. They said that he’s completely unhinged. Especially at night apparently. Always saying things like ‘Fuck, who programmed him to be like that?’ and ‘there has to be a malfunction in there somewhere. Unless they wanted to make him intentionally dangerous.’ Others mentioned the temper tantrums he’d throw at night that apparently only the night shift has to worry about.
You, however, have not seen him be particularly unhinged or sketchy yet. Key word being particularly. Despite his top dog attitude he’s not horrible. It’s just those teeth that get you. His snout, long like that of an alligator, is full of them. They’re actually very long and quite a bit sharper than one would probably be comfortable letting around their kids. You’d heard of one incident where a mother actually snatched her kid away from him when the little boy went to pet the top of his muzzle. And as expected, the gator didn’t take too kindly to that, or the words the boy’s mother had said.
Still, they’re just rumors. You haven't experienced anything like that yet.
You’d met him on your third day there. You were actually leaning against the counter speaking to one of your other coworkers, a spunky, young man named Elijah. When the grumpy gator began sauntering over in your direction. Eli had stopped telling whatever crazy story he’d been telling you and peered toward the large animatronic. And, boy, did this gator have some swagger, tilting his chin up to you and resting a green forearm against the tall counter.
He easily towered over you by two or so feet, considering you’re only about five foot nothing, that’s an insane height difference. Not only did he use his body language to seem intimidating, but it seemed like he wasn’t very subtle about it either.
Still, when he leaned against the counter, only a measly foot away, he glanced over to poor Elijah. Not turning his head or anything, only flicking feusha colored orbs in his direction in, what most would assume, a threatening way. You’re instantly taken aback by this, arched brows rising and mouth falling slightly agape as Elijah puts his hands up and turns right around and walks away without a word, leaving you alone with the animatronic.
You recovered quick enough and let out a breathy, slightly nervous laugh. Craning your neck up to meet him with a half smile spreading over your lips. “You must be Montgomery. Very nice to meet you.” You say politely, making sure to keep the smile. Unsure why he’s making you more nervous than the other animatronics did when you met them.
He’s quick to smile, or maybe he’s always smiling due to the way he’s modeled. A long, thick, tail swishes elegantly behind him as he rests his other hand over his wrist, intimidating claws tapping against the metal there.
“And you’re the new girl.” He comments in that rough voice of his.
Dipping his chin and lowering his head excruciatingly close to you, hand moving to tip his glasses up as he squints at your name label pinned to your shirt. You know he’s being sarcastic, there’s no way he has bad vision. Yet, you feel your heart speed up a few paces when you look up to him. Those fucking teeth, so close to your face you swear you feel like you’re starting to sweat.
“Dakota.”
Your eyes flick up to his as he says your name. It’s then you notice his eyes are not on your name plate, but looking directly into your own, still in the same position he’d moved into. It’s really only a few seconds he’s hunched over like that, but it feels like an eternity before he moves back to a more comfortable position.
You huff out a breath and laugh once more. “Yep, Dakota. I’ll be working here for a while it seems. Hopefully, you’ve heard only good things about me so far?” You try at conversation.
He’s the one who rumbles out a gravelly laugh then. “Oh yeah, doll, I’ve heard a bunch about you already.” He sneaks out the fun little lie.
The nickname absolutely throws you off. Who the fuck decided to make this damn alligator so...douchy, but in an endearing, bad boy sort of way. You can’t help but be surprised by it, but you also can’t help but actually laugh this time. Not some shaky, nervous laugh, but a real one. Your brows pinch and your expression becomes playful.
“Oh yeah?” You mock his previous words. “Like what? Cause I’ve sure heard a lot about you too.”
Monty’s head tilts and he settles his glasses atop his brows so he can look at you and really give you the piercing effect of his deadly, hot pink eyes. He likes your fiery behavior. He likes it when his prey plays back.
“Mmhm, I’m sure you have.” He answers back about you having apparently heard so much about him. “Considering how handsome and talented I am, I’m not surprised. And I don’t kiss and tell.” He mentions finally regarding what he’s heard about you.
Holy shit. This man.
You close your eyes and cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to keep in your laughter despite how obvious it is. And despite your efforts, you swear you feel heat rising to your cheeks just from this animatronic’s shamelessly, narcissistic behavior.
You shake your head once you get your shit together and point loosely at him. “Now you ,” You pause to really get your point across. “ you just hold on right there.”
All the while you’re trying not to laugh. You can see him positively beaming at your reaction, which apparently pleases him. Of course it would, considering what he just said, he’s in love with himself and digs the attention. He’s so insanely different from the others already and for a moment you wonder if this giant, robot alligator is flirting with you. Considering the hardly there distance between you two, those half lidded eyes staring back down to you, and that teasing tone he gives you. You wouldn’t be wrong to assume, but how does he know? How does he know how to flirt? Like where the fuck did he learn to be like this?
You hardly get an answer to your internal question because apparently you didn’t throw in a come back quick enough to make it look like you aren’t flustered.
“It’s aight, peaches. I get it.” He rumbles out teasingly. “You’re too stunned to speak. It’s okay, take your time.”
“Fuck you-“ You blurt out with a scoffing chuckle before you cover your mouth again realizing you’d just cursed at one of the animatronics.
“Cursing in my family friendly establishment, now?” He asks in faux surprise, brows rising, and head tilting.
“Oh! No, I’m so sorry!” You rush to say with an apologetic smile, voice low and whispering, hoping no one heard you curse out the sarcastic alligator.
He continues as if he didn’t just hear you apologize. “My, my,” Monty chastises. “might have to put you in time out for that one, doll.”
The audacity of this guy.
His tone is...suggestive if it’s anything and by this point you know your face is flushed. Especially after being embarrassed by him due to your accidental cursing. Still, you can’t help but think is this fucking animatronic alligator actually flirting with me? Because what else is this if it’s not flirting?
You’re still too stunned and you finally let your hand drop from your mouth and huff out a laugh. You're about to say something before he beats you to it again.
“Anyways, it was nice to meetcha, Dakota. Hopefully I’ll be seeing you around.” He hums casually, moving off of the counter where he was leaning with you. But before he walks off he turns slightly towards you again.
“And next time you see me, call me Monty.” Comes the low rumble of his voice. Next thing you know he’s meeting your eyes, tilting his glasses down, and fucking winking at you.
You give him a humorously unimpressed face despite how hot your face feels. You refuse to give him any reaction that might satisfy him — it’s just how you are. Still, you like to fuck around too and your not afraid to throw back a few punches.
“Yeah, alright, see ya later alligator.” You tease back with a little wave that’s just as mocking.
At that he’s scoffing out a laugh and turning around to walk off. “In a while crocodile.” Is all he says cooly as he leaves and you can’t help but smile even wider.
What a fucking character he is.
—
That leads you into today. You’ve only been working for about three hours and this is only your second week in and it’s a Monday. And, damn, you already feel like you need a cold, afternoon beer. But of course you can’t ‘cause this is an establishment for kids and all but you get the jist. Thankfully, it’s slowing down some, but there’s still a lot of kids running about. The band is just coming down from the stage to take their own little break and loiter around with the children. Meanwhile, you still have about thirty minutes on your break. Though, at least you only have to work six hour shifts. The animatronics are basically working all day — from open ‘till close.
You watch the band for a little while before a headache begins to set in. Deciding you need some peace and quiet, you move away from the main stage. You head towards Monty’s golf course, there’s little to no people in there at the moment since everyone was lined up for the show that just ended.
Meanwhile, Montgomery takes a steady pace down the few stairs to move off stage, head held high, he watches your form move out of the room and towards his section of the pizzaplex. Freddy, who’s only just behind him, tries to follow his gaze and finds exactly who he’s looking at. The gentle giant looks over to Monty, noting the subtle emotions playing in his eyes and face. He has the eyes of a hunter and this alone concerns him. Knowing Montgomery can get a little wild at times, he has now idea what the gator has in store for their newest addition to the family.
“Monty, why don’t you come with me over there to play with that group of kids.” He suggests in a friendly manner, brows turned up slightly as he studies his friend.
The gator hums out a humorless laugh, never looking away from you. “Nah, Fred, you got this. I’ll be riiight back.”
Freddy huffs a quiet sigh. “Okay, Mont, see you in second then, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. See ya in just a sec, Fred.” He waves off the bear dismissively, moving into the crowd that has gathered. Occasionally giving a few kids pats on the heads and giving them praises.
The alligator has a one track mind right now, dodging parents and kids alike just to meet you on the golf course. You’d disappeared in there a few minutes before him. Finding yourself at one of the far corner courses, you lean against the railing there. Running a hand through your hair and sighing softly. The headache you have is killing you and both hands find your face soon enough, index and middle finger rubbing at your temples in an attempt to soothe the pounding in your skull.
Honestly, when you walk in, you simultaneously wonder, and don’t wonder, why you decide to come here to calm your mind. Usually, it’s quite noisy, what with the constant hissing of the mechanical alligator head that emerge from the water ways and the mini video games strewn about the place. But you definitely like the ambiance. With the abundance of trees and plants, it really makes you feel like you’re in a jungle or swamp — only without the horrible smell (which you’re thankful for).
So, as Monty watches you disappear, he simply follows in your ghostly footsteps. Until he too makes his way out of the elevator and into the golf course. Standing at the top of the stairs that overlook the extravagant play area he finally spots you. It’s then be begins to move. Sauntering towards you and raking eyes down your face and body.
As he makes his way through the walkways and over bridges, he begins to really think about what he’s doing and why he’s doing it. At first he wondered why he couldn’t stop staring at you, but after a day or two he figured out why. He thinks you're gorgeous and despite having an artificial mind, he’s learned what he’s attracted to. One would think he should be attracted to Chica, or Roxy, or maybe even Freddy because they are the same as him — animatronics, but he thinks humans are far more interesting. So soft and fragile. Pretty in their own way and he wants to see just how pretty you’d be in a certain type of compromising position. And without a doubt, it is a sexual attraction. He likes the way your body curves. He likes the way you look up to him with those full lashes and dazzling, ocean eyes. Most of all, humans are so, so much weaker than him and he craves the power.
Plus, you don’t seem disgusted, or even bothered, by him being an animatronic and the little time he’s known you, you haven't been afraid to snap back at him. Whereas people mostly try to placate him by talking softly and backing away. As if he’d chomp their heads off right then and there. Boy, has he contemplated doing it, but he still have a sliver of morality left within him. But you’re not afraid, your not rude with him. You’re a sweet and spicy all at once and he likes that. You joke around and make fun of him just like he does you. And he likes that.
So why not? He thinks. Why not? Why not try and get into your head? Why not tease and play with you? You don’t seem to have turned him down on his playful banter so far. So why not go for more? His confidence knows no bounds.
And with the thought of more, more, more he closes the space the golf course puts in between you. While you stand there and nurse your headache, you’re so lost in the sensation you hardly even hear him come up, despite how impossible that may be, you don’t even notice him. That is until you feel a presence impossibly close to your back. Thick arms cage you in by grabbing the railing on each side of you. That alone isn’t enough to truly spook you because everything hasn’t quite settled in yet. It’s when he’s resting his razor sharp teeth near your head and whisper-yelling a harsh “Boo!” Into your ear. That’s what ends up getting you.
You startle, embarrassingly so. Basically jumping right out of your skin and crowding yourself to the bars that save you from dunking yourself in the water of the golf course.
“Fuck! God damn.” You squeak, hand holding your pounding heart as you spin around to meet his looming form. “Monty-“
In an instant he’s throwing his head back and laughing right at you. Definitely not with you cause you’re not quite laughing at all right now. Plus the pain in your skull seems to have only gotten worse. He seems to have pity on you though, for his harsh bark of laughter is over quickly and he’s leaning into your space, eyes half lidded and hidden beneath his usual star shaped shades.
“You should say my name like that more often, sweetheart.” Comes his rumbling voice, still light with amusement.
You cannot believe him. And it completely shows on your face. The shock is gone now and despite your headache, you can’t seem to stay mad at him. It was a good scare after all and it’s completely your fault for zoning out at work anyway.
“You, Monty, are an asshole.” You hiss out, unintentionally giving into his demand to say his name more often as a smile forms on your face.
“I’ve been told that once or twice. Come up with somethin’ new, yeah?”
You scoff and shake your head, but the distance, or lack thereof, is not lost to you. The way he cages you in makes you feel impossibly trapped and that familiar feeling of nervousness begins to settle in. Especially as you run your eyes over those sharp jaws of his.
“Yeah, whatever.” You dismiss him humorously. “You’ve had your fun, run off now little gator, my head hurts.”
He tilts his head in a way that shows he’s offended by your words. “Little?” He’s scoffing incredulously.
He crowds against you, pulling himself closer using the railings. He has to tuck his chin to his chest just to look you in the eyes. Heat rises to your cheeks when he does so. Usually you’re good about eye contact, but the way he is just makes you impossibly bothered and unable to keep it. His deep, rumbling voice. The suggestion slithered in it with his rising and falling tones. The way he crowds you, leaving only inches between you two. If he were an actual person you’d be blushing mad and might even be shoving him away. You know shoving the alligator wouldn’t do a thing though and it’s the fact that he’s an artificial intelligence built into this body that overwhelms you so. He’s just so incredibly human-like and you wonder if he was programmed to act like a douchy, frat boy or learned how to act like one all on his own. After all, AI is constantly learning aren’t they? Just like humans are.
So after his little scoff, he continues. “I think you’re the little one here.” He tilts his head then. “And what’s got your head hurtin’ so bad you can’t even keep up a conversation with your favorite star Monty, hm?”
His voice still carries his usual teasing lilt, but you can tell he’s genuinely curious about your headache. So you sigh and lean back onto the railings, brushing your hair off your shoulder with a hand you shrug. Looking up at him with as much confidence as you can muster, a soft smile coming to your face.
“Don’t know. Maybe it’s ‘cause I have a seven foot tall alligator threatening to push me into the water?” You suggest in a casual tone, playfulness swirling in your eyes. You nod to the rails beside you. “These‘ll break and we’re both going to get a massive fucking headache then.”
You can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks. “Now, now, I never once threatened that.” Finally he removes one of his massive hands from the rails to lift up his sunglasses to peer mischievously down to you. “Unless you wanna go for a swim with me, doll. I can arrange that.”
You laugh — genuinely laugh. “Fuck no !” You exclaim. Moving a hand to attempt to push him away from you, which is very unsuccessful. He’s solid steel and doesn’t move an inch. “You can go for a swim by yourself, big guy, but I think I’ll pass.” You add evenly, smile still plastered to your face.
Only he lets his glasses fall and grabs your wrist with his free hand. It makes you gasp, especially when he’s grabbing your other wrist with his other hand.
“You sure?” He’s purring.
“Monty-“ You try to say warningly, but he starts pulling you towards a section only a few feet away where the railing breaks and it’s all free water.
You panic, not in a ‘fearing for your life’ kind of way, but you surely fucking hope he’s joking. You squeak out a laugh and a little scream as he pushes you closer to the edge. With his grip heavy on your wrists, your arms flex as you strain to pull yourself both closer and away from him. Your heels are right on the edge and he’s chuckling maliciously, a steady stream of rumbling laughs and taunts.
“Ah! Monty, Monty, no!” You look him dead in the eyes, teeth beaming in a smile that’s a combination of fear and fun. “Do not push me into the water.” You growl at him with your best threatening voice.
Tilting his head, he seems to contemplate your words. But he likes watching you struggle, hopeless against his iron grip and superhuman-like strength.
“Or what?” Is all he says before faking your fall which makes you scream all over again.
A string of laughs mixed with screams fall from your lips. “Or-or I’ll, I don’t fucking know, never talk to you again or something. Fuck, just let me go!”
“Oh, you want me to let you go?” He questions sarcastically, leaning you back a few inches closer to the water.
“No! No . Don’t let me go, god, Monty, come on.” You plead in a whine, unable to stop a few more scared laughs from escaping. “I’m not fucking around anymore. Stop being an ass.”
Montgomery lowers his head so his muzzle is right in front of your face, those pearly white, razor sharp teeth only inches away from you. Your eyes almost cross as you strain to look at them, partly in fear and partly in amazement.
“Say please, sweetheart.”
Baby blues flick up to his eyes and your face twists as if it would physically hurt you to say it. He’s enjoying this way too much and even though you’ve forgotten about your headache and might be having a bit of fun, you can’t help but notice how wrong this all looks. The way he’s towering over you, just barely suspending you over the water. He’s crowded in your space and he’s inches away from your face. Your arms are even starting to ache from the constant effort of staying as close to him as possible as to not fall in.
You trust him though, despite everything telling you not to. That doesn’t mean you want to please this fucker and beg him to release you, but what are your options?
So you roll your eyes and scoff. “You’re ridiculous.”
But you do it anyway. Schooling your face into the most innocent and helpless expression you can, your big doe eyes peer up into his own. With your brows turned up you struggle not to break character and laugh when you open your mouth.
“Monty, please?” You whine. Even though it’s heavy with sarcasm you can still tell that he fucking loves it.
His eyes burn holes through your head and his long purple tongue flicks out to run over his top teeth dangerously.
“ Mmm ,” He’s purring. “please what ?”
This bastard.
You’re about to curse him out again when the two of you hear mechanical stomping. Both of your heads snap to the side to see Freddy walking swiftly towards you. Almost as if he’s about to break out into a jog.
“Monty!” He’s exclaiming in utter shock. “What are you doing? Put her down!”
Instantly Monty’s behavior changes. He looks pissed and sounds pissed too. You look in between the two as Monty pulls you away from the water, but doesn’t let go of your wrists yet.
“I wasn’t even hurtin’ her, Fred, calm down.” He’s practically spitting at the bear.
“Hey, you two it’s-“ You try to interject, but are interrupted by Monty as Freddy stops to stand beside you two.
“What? You think I’d really push her in during the middle of her shift? Huh? That it, Fred?”
Freddy deflates, not wanting to assume his friend was hurting, or going to hurt, you. “No, Monty, I just -“ He trails off. “I just want you to be a bit more careful with her, okay?” He says softly to the alligator, looking between you two where he still has a hold of your wrists. Even taking in the surprised look on your face.
The silence is tense for a moment. Monty glaring daggers at Freddy until his attention is stolen by you once more. You tug your hands slightly in his grip. “Uh Monty, can you let go, please?” You ask softly, an easygoing, but understanding smile curving your plump lips.
“Yeah. Sure, doll.” He huffs, unfurling his claws from your wrists.
With one last look at you he’s glaring at Freddy once more and pushing past him. Their twin shoulder pads clunking aggressively as he goes. Freddy sighs as you both turn and watch him stomp off, only for the bear’s soft eyes to meet yours with a reluctant question in them.
“I’m okay, Freddy.” You laugh easily, mixing it in with a sigh. “He was just teasing me. He didn’t hurt me, I promise.”
“Okay. I just...know how he is sometimes and I wanted to make sure.”
That statement leads you to be moderately concerned. How many times has he done bad things to people here for Freddy to instantly assume that Monty’s hurting someone? It really makes you wonder. How unhinged is he? Monty makes himself out to be dangerous, but you didn’t think he actually was. Freddy’s reaction and the rumors you’ve already heard have you thinking otherwise.