Stuck in the PizzaPlex

Throw Clubs

Caytor hides behind Gregory as they walk up to the floor and closer to the crashing sounds. They stood at the entrance into Monty's Gator Golf, and Caytor carefully peered out from behind him before his hair flew when a golf club had whizzed past him.

"Monty!" Gregory shouts inside.

"Can't ya see that I'm tryin' to beat Roxy's bet?!" the animatronic shouts back.

"Which one? You two made several." Gregory sighs, moving a hand to place on top of Caytor's head to try and calm the kid down.

"To try and get a golf ball into the last lane's hole from the first lane." Monty responds back as the two walk inside but keeping their distance.

"And how many golf clubs did you either smash or throw?" Gregory simply questions and the animatronic just glances away sheepishly.

"Ah. Several." the animatronic answers. Gregory facepalms.

"W-Who?" Caytor whispers quietly, glancing up at the security guard.

"That's Monty. Or what I like to call him, Anger Issues." Gregory responds.

"You say that so normally, he has sharp teeth!" Caytor hisses, grip tightening on Gregory's shirt but the man places a hand on the boy's head.

"Don't worry, Monty knows how to be careful with those teeth of his." Gregory assures him. "But it still hurts though."

Caytor couldn't help but snort at that, glancing away.

"Who's this little man?"

The boy freezes and slowly looks over to see the animatronic now looming over them. Moreover, Monty was just kneeling down in front of Caytor.

"This is Caytor. His friends dared him to steal a plushie, and he got locked in. So now we have to wait until 6 A.M. to at least wait for someone to pick him up." Gregory explains.

"You're not going to kidnap them like Freddy to you, right?" Monty asks, making Caytor stare and look at the other with a puzzled expression. Gregory, on the other hand, has his face red in embarrassment and cheeks puffed out.

"Shut up, you gator!" he screeches, making Monty smirk back.

"And who says that I have anger issues? The embodiment of anger issues himself." he holds up a thumbs up.

"You almost punched the 15 inch thick glass in your green room because Roxanne won one of your bets, Monty." Gregory sighs, rubbing the bridge of his eyes and turns to Caytor.

"He won't scare me like that map bot did, right?" Caytor asks.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure he won't." Gregory says, and Caytor sees the animatronic just try to distract himself by playing golf. "Anyways, where's the others?" he asks.

"I wouldn't know. But I know where Chica is." he says and Gregory had a look of exhausted disgust as he facepalms.

"Um, where is Chica?" Caytor asks.

"I'll just show you." Gregory sighs. "But you have to stay as close to me as possible. Okay?" he warns and Caytor nods his head. "Alright, catch you later, Monty." Gregory waves and Monty waves back before swinging his club.

The last thing the two could hear as they exited Monty's Gator Golf was the breaking of metal. "I would need to ask about the price of more golf clubs." Gregory sighs heavily.

"S-So... the animatronics roaming and talking back is normal?" Caytor asks.

"That's right. They have advanced AI that makes them feel emotions and such. And yes, it sounds a bit creepy when an animatronic that is supposed to follow their programming suddenly becomes a father figure to you and calls you a superstar that they have imprinted on you at a young age." Caytor glances up at Gregory in utter confusion as the security guard continues walking before glancing down at the boy.

"What?" Caytor asks.

"Ignore what I just said." Gregory waves a hand, his face red in embarrassment.

Caytor hums quietly and looks around, hand tightening Gregory's as they enter another room and into dark tunnels that the guard had to turn his flashlight on to try and navigate the area.

"Um, M-Mister Gregory? Where are we going?" Caytor asks.

"We're going to find the kitchen. We're going to be looking for Chica." Gregory explains. "It's either that she's eating some unfinished pizza. But if it comes to the other thing, I might have to..." Gregory slows his words when he stares to see Caytor giving him big eyes with a wobbly and scared frown, and he sighs. "Then I might have to just get Monty to get her," he says.