Reckless (Montgomery Gator x Reader)

3

Everything went black...

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"Ugh.." I groan. "My head is throbbing..." There's a dull pain in my skull. "What happened..? Where am I?" My eyes dart to my watch. "4 am... i'm still on shift.." Then it hit me like a brick. "Fuck. Fuuuck." I open my half lidded eyes and look up from my watch. "Where is he?!" I keep going over that same question in my head as I look at my surroundings. The first thing I notice is the green and purple theme of the room i'm in. "Shiiiit..." I've passed this room many times while working on various repairs. "Mornin' sleepyhead." A raspy voice sounds from behind where I was sitting on the floor. He was sitting, arms and legs crossed on a chair at the other side of the room. His room. "What the hell do you want?" I blurted out in a quieter voice than usual as my head was still aching from the collision from earlier. "Well, darling. Just thought we could have a little chat is all." He reaches a hand up and lowers his sunglasses. "You're real brave... wanderin' where you're not welcome, throwing shit at me." He grins despite the angry tone of voice. "Look... I just wanted to make sure nothing harmful was happening. I know I wasn't permitted to go back there and I apologize alright? So if you'd just let me go-" He stands abruptly and swiftly walks in my direction. He leans over me until his chest is about a foot from my face and points to a dent in his chest plate. "Now.. where do you suppose this came from?" His eyes are piercing into mine. "Shit.. it's from when I threw that wrench at him. Even though he deserved it, it's probably best to just apologize and hope he lets me go." I tell myself. "Ahh.. I'm sorry." I look away from his uncomfortable piercing gaze. "I just-" He grabs my head under my chin and forcefully moves my gaze to his. "Look at me when you talk to me." His metal hand is clutched under my chin, holding my head in place. The sudden movement makes my head pound again. "I'm sorry.. I panicked. If you would please let me leave it won't happen again." I explain and he slowly loosens his grip and takes a step back. "Oh trust me darlin'.. I know it won't happen again." He has an angry expression now. "I'll think about lettin' you leave after you do something about this." He points to the dent. It's not dented too badly, it's the chipped off paint that is really noticeable, and the dirt from the wench smudged it as well. If fixing it's all he wants, I could do that. I just want to get the fuck home. "Alright then, let's head to a supply room and I'll get it fixed for you." I say to him. "Oh no. I'll get the supplies. You're going to wait right here. Don't want ya running off again." He walks to the back entrance and leaves to get the supplies to fix the dent. He makes sure the door is locked on his way out. "Fuck... How dramatic is he? I wouldn't have thrown the damn wrench if he just left me alone..." I grab my throbbing head and look at my watch. 30 minutes passed since I woke up after hitting my head. "Man i'm beat. I haven't even finished all my repairs yet.. How long is he going to take?" I stand up and wobble over to the sofa against the wall in the eccentric room. I take in my surrounds more carefully, now that I actually can. It's a bit messy, but it's not like I can talk. I got a laundry chair covered in clothes that need folding and maybe washing. But everyone's got a laundry chair, right? I joke to myself. I notice an open drawer in the desk and look at my watch. "Huh, only 10 minutes passed... Guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little curious." The supply area is a bit of a walk even for a seven foot robot. I decide to snoop quickly. I walk over to the desk and peek inside the open drawer. There's a scratched up notebook. "Hmm." I slide it out of the drawer and flip it open. "???" It's full of repetitive sentences... "I'm better than him." They like me better than they liked him." Some pages are ripped out. "Huh, did he write these? I mean... he's a robot. Are those things really sentient enough to write things like this?" I go over the thought in my mind for a moment. "What the fuck do ya think you're doing?!?!" A clawed metal hand grabs the book from me from behind me. I turn around in shock. I'm met with two glowing red eyes inches from my own. "Who do you think you are touching shit that doesn't belong to you?" He says in a low, furious tone. "You've got real fucking balls, doll. I'll give it to ya." I feel a cold sweat down my back. "I'm sorry I was just curious-" I quickly try to blurt out but i'm abruptly cut off. "You've been doing a whole lot of apologizin'..." I'm fucking sick of it. Save it." He brushes past me and places the book back into the drawer before shutting it and placing both hands on the desk. "Now, you should get to fixin' this while i'm still in the mood to give you a chance, alright?" He says while still facing away from me. "Okay." I answer trying to sound calm despite my internal feelings. I take notice of the supplies on the floor by the couch and walk over to them. "Uh, did you want to sit down?" He turns around and walks over without saying a word. His expression is blank now. He gets about a foot from me before sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "Uh, okay. I am at a good level to work now but I didn't expect him to comply exactly..." I think to myself.

"I'll start then..."