The slow rock of a bayou-themed ambiance echoed throughout the golf course. Various lights illuminated the different holes and props around the place. But it was vacant, the place was closed for the night. Yet upon the catwalks, the faint tap...tap...tap of padded paws walking reverberated on the metal grates.
From up there you could see the entire course, which is exactly what Bonnie was doing. Monty's area was rather relaxing, there was warm lighting, vegetation, and running water that was extremely calming to him. He enjoyed looking at everything from above, especially after a long day of performing.
He walked slowly, whistling a tune as he gazed down below at the courses. Above him the little gator carts moved on their track, the rattling and creaking gears were loud, but he managed to tune them out.
Unawares to him though, a growing threat lurked closer.
Suddenly, a rattling thud came from behind him, the entire walkway shook.
"Monty?" he questioned as he looked behind him. It was indeed his gator pal, or so he thought.
Monty emitted a low hiss, that turned into a bellowing roar as he lunged himself forward. Claws outstretched, jaws opened, prey in view.
The sound of ripping fur was muted over the music from the speakers. Even the screams of struggle couldn't be heard.
Bonnie strained to flee but fumbled and fell, giving Monty enough time to assail again. He bashed Bonnie's head into the grated floor, claws digging in around his eye.
"MONTY!" He shrieked in agony.
It felt as if he was being ripped apart. The tearing from each claw, ripping into him. Monty chortled lowly, ending in a hiss.
"You were never that good of guitarist to begin with, they won't even remember you." Monty breathed murderously.
He held Bonnie down, a few cracks popped beneath his weight, clear signs of something being broken. Tears stung his eyes, but he couldn't scream for help, words wouldn't reach. To Bonnie, he feared this was the end, it was incomprehensible for him to fight back, he had no advantage, not anymore. He sensed the shadows creeping in around him, the last few bits of sensation was of Monty lugging him into another area of the catwalks, then nothing.
Tap..Tap..Tap..Tap
The sound of light footsteps from rubber souls echoed on the metal grates. A small boy no older than twelve scanned the area with his flashlight. He relaxed after seeing no signs of danger, but something caught his eye. He reached down and picked up the stray object. He shined his light on it, it was an old and torn bowtie.
"Hey, Freddy, Who's bowtie was left on the catwalks?" He spoke into a watch on his wrist.
"I do not know Gregory, no one else wears a bowtie except me." a voice responded from the watch.
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Rock and Roll like Nobody Knows
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