TASTE OF METALLIC ( monty gator x oc )

ONE

"Hi, kids," a woman in an all-black dress and black heels greeted a large group of children. Her pearly white teeth showed a beautiful smile, proving her undivided loyalty to the kids.

Their heads shot in her direction, looking both confused and upset.

They stood in a group outside of Montgomery Gator's blocked off doorway, confused upon hearing the grunts and snarls of the animatronic inside.

Loud banging could be heard; several of the children flinched, but they still wouldn't move, wanting only to play with the Gator beyond the large, fluorescent door.

Signs had been hung up on the curtain that read, NO AUTOGRAPHS, MONTY NEEDS TO REST FOR HIS NEXT SHOW! Or, a simple, OFF-LIMITS.

They were children, though, so nothing less than ignoring these pressed matters could be expected of them.

She knelt down to their average level, locking eyes with a few concerned parents. "Your friend Monty is feeling tired after the performance. Didn't you love it?"

A few of the children smiled and agreed, though others only frowned. The woman, Aspen Dempsey, flinched upon the heavy door being slammed and a Gator's growl ripping through the air.

"Monty needs some Gator-space. He'll be back soon, alright? You can find Freddy, Roxy, or Chica!"

A few of the parents smiled their good-luck smiles and dragged their children away, the large crowd slimming down to one; Aspen.

She stood to her slightly wobbly feet and grabbed her WALKIE.

A static came when she pressed the button. "I need security. Monty's acting up again; over."

It wasn't everyday Monty acted so aggressively; but it was certainly common. He stayed in his designated room rather than act this way in front of crowds.

He knew better than to scare the children. When the Gator was around them, he was at peace. He couldn't lose their company.

A voice responded over the WALKIE, "copy. On our way, Dempsey. Over"

Her heels clicked as she walked, standing right outside his heavy, keycard-required door. His temper increased the longer she waited. Things were breaking, his snarls only becoming more aggressive.

She pulled out her keycard, holding it firmly in her grip. Aspen had dealt with his behaviour,
even before she was granted the position of Head Security. Her security team would often let her deal with him, for they knew that was the best option.

He worked well with her. No one could understand why she got along so well with any of the animatronics; though she viewed them as people.

The team's rapid footsteps approached quickly, knowing the drill as they watched the door carefully. "I'll go in; don't follow me. Unless you have a death wish."

They knew what they were dealing with; an angry animatronic, strength unbelievably strong for a personalized hunk of metal. They knew that she could help him; she'd never given up on him before, so why would she today?

The answer was simple; she wouldn't.

A new security guard, younger and much more adolescent, eyed her down. "You're crazy! Listen to what's going on in there!" said the guard, though another guard elbowed him in the ribs with a smile.