𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

002.

You unconsciously took a few steps back as Monty held the lamp tightly in his hand. He looked enraged and charged at you like a bull. Luckily, he wasn't the smartest gator in the swamp, so you just moved out of the way before he could hit you. He ran into the wall next to his couch and flopped to the ground.

Your eyes widened in fear as you raced over to him to see he was out cold. Which meant he got damaged internally and needed to be fixed. You freaked out as you might get in trouble for this, but you had no choice.

You knew how to fix little bugs with robots, you've done it before. This isn't your first pizzeria rodeo.

Pulling Monty onto his couch you quickly scanned the large lizard's mechanical body to see what was wrong. If there was nothing you could do about it, you hoped that your coworkers and bosses would be understanding of what happened.

Scanning his face plate, you realized there was a wire that had come loose in his head. It was a simple enough fix, you just needed to reattach it and he should be okay. You thought for a moment- it would be best to clean his room before he was fixed.

You of course told your coworker, which made him sigh in relief. "I'm glad you're safe. I'll get some parts so you can patch Monty up while you clean."

So, that's what you did. Rearranging everything and using the materials that you had. If you didn't have what you needed, you just asked your coworker to fetch it for you. Giving the room a good sweep after moving all the trashed furniture to their respective locations. A bunch of stuffed animals had been ripped open and thrown everywhere, which caused you the most trouble.

He was like a rabid dog when it came to the little things. Not a single one was salvageable. You luckily were given a few trash bags for tackling Monty's room, but it was barely enough. It seemed like no one came in here to take care of him or his room, probably because he was so aggressive.

You looked at the shredded Freddy plushie and frowned. You wished he wasn't so angry; it would make your job a lot easier. But they all need personalities, right? You scoffed and wanted to curse out whoever made the animatronics and why they felt the need to make Monty so angry.

"Y/n! I found the parts you'll need for Monty." your coworker put the parts down near the door as he was still terrified to go into his room for some reason. You decided that you could help bring some more light into the room by replacing some light bulbs. It was kind of hard to clean in a pitch-black room anyways.

After throwing away all the broken light bulbs in the room and replacing them with new ones you felt a lot better. Although you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw all the claw marks on the wall. You hoped you weren't next.

After deeming everything as clean and organized as it could get as of right now, you walked over to Monty. Though before you did that you made sure to bring all of your tools and trash bags outside in case Monty decided to have his way with those too.

You grabbed a wrench and some tape and allowed yourself to unhinge a part of his jaw to access the wire. It felt weird to do so, especially since you could feel his tongue. It felt just like a human tongue, but cold. His was also much longer than Roxanne's, which made sense for his gator build.

You grabbed the wire and looked closely through the open hatch of his jaw to put the wire back into place. Once it had clicked in place with the other you felt Monty twitch under you before going limp again. You pulled off some electrical tape and used that to attach the two pieces together which seemed to work.

He jolted and so you immediately retracted your arms from his jaw and began to hinge his jaw back as he began to twitch, signaling he was slowly waking up. As soon as you finished with his jaw his eyes snapped open and you heard him growl when he saw that you were basically straddling him.

His eyes narrowed and he grabbed your shoulders causing you to let out a squeak. In one swift motion Monty flipped the switch so you were on the couch, and he was on top. Your eyes widened as his grip was like iron and you could barely wrangle out of it. His glasses slid down a bit so you could make direct eye contact with the twelve-foot gator.

Fuck, it was kind of hot.

You didn't waste any time wriggling in his grasp as it would just be futile. He was much heavier and stronger than you so there was no point.

"Now what do you think you're doing messing around with me without my permission?" he growled.

"You ran into the wall and needed to be repaired, and as your-"

"You're not even qualified to be touching my parts!" His grip tightened and began to hurt but you weren't about to let him know that.

"Actually, I am! If I wasn't qualified then you wouldn't be here straddling me, would you?" you smirked when he faltered a bit. He growled again (seriously? what's up with the growling dude) before getting off of you and pushing you to the ground.

"A thanks would be nice," you mumbled, knowing damn well he heard you. You stood up and grabbed your mechanical tools to leave as you heard the gator stomp over to his presumably broken mirror. It wasn't nearly as messy as it was before you cleaned it up and put a small mirror as a temporary replacement.

You used your security pass to open Monty's room and heard him grunt, turning your head to see him holding the small mirror as if it were something he had never seen. You shrugged and exited his room.

Once finally being able to see himself in the mirror he realized just how dirty he was. It had been so long since he's really looked in the mirror, or even at his room. He scoffed when he realized he could've asked for you to clean him up; it was your job after all, right? You had to listen to him.

He sat down on his torn-up couch and looked around the room.

"They clean up nice..."

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