Fnaf Security Breach one-shots

Just someone to hold (Montgomery Gator/reader) part 2

(A/N) I guess this story is lowkey a slow burn? Just trying to flesh out a friendship first between you two before it goes any further. Enjoy the chap!

Just as you reach the group of fans surrounding the bot, Montgomery turns to look at you and your heart nearly drops. 'Shit, he's distracted!' But instead of getting ambushed, he immediately turns a full 180 and snatches up the twin holding the slushee before also scooping up the other one in front of him. Your running slows to a walk and you stop as he approaches you holding the two misbehaving brats. "I believe these two belong to yer party, I checked the system when I noticed they didn't have an adult." His gravely yet metallic voice addresses you while you catch your breath.

"Th-thanks soo much. I was worried they were about to—" just as you were about to snitch them out, a cold slush splashes your face and outfit, completely drenching you. Sputtering in shock you wipe away the excess liquid from from face and hear a deep growl coming from in front of you.

At first you think it's the ambience, after all, those Gator heads in the pond always let out a loud growl when they pop up every few seconds. But when it doesn't immediately end you peer up to see the large reptile animatronic glaring at the boy still in his grip. A sneer is pulling and his maw and you don't feel one ounce sorry for the poor kid getting front row seats to the gaping jaw full of sharp metal teeth. The other boy, maybe hoping to distract the angry bot, points his laser up and shoots. Instead of stunning the Gator however, the blaster gets snatched up out of his hands, tossed into a garbage bin, and Montgomery starts to haul the two boys off to who knows where.

Feeling disgusting and cold, you rush to catch up. You almost reach up to touch the massive metal gators arm to gain his attention, but with how gross you are, you stop and give up trying to ask where he's taking them. He's programmed to handle these kinds of situations.

A short trip to the security desk and a snappy explanation from Montgomery later, the kids are taken and parents called. You make eye contact with one of the officers that give you a pitying look and she tells you that "you can end your shift, it'll be taken care of."

Closing was maybe less than a half hour away by now, and you'd say that your first day ended up being shit. Leaving Gator Golf was gonna be even more sucky now because first, it would be a lot colder outside the bayou-styled golf course and you were already a freezing-sticky mess, second, you did not want anymore people seeing you in this embarrassing state—staff or guest. Your walk of shame to the staff locker room was inevitable though, and you resigned yourself to being scrutinized by the other workers.

Your trudge to the elevator was interrupted however, when a bulky clawed hand lands on your shoulder, effectively stopping you in your tracks. Looking over to your left you see the golf course's namesake looking down at you before scratching at the back of his neck almost like he's nervous about something. So, you listen to what he has to say.

"Hey, I get what it's like to deal with those possedes, lady. Would ya like some help?" He sounds uncharacteristically nice, but when you think about it, it makes sense. He probably understands what's it like to be ragged on by kids for no good reason, you've seen how the little kids avoid him at meet and greets. He might be a bit intimidating, but he never has done anything to hurt a anybody.

You look up at him for a moment considering, then nod, "Please, that would be nice." With no further pleasantries, he leads you over to one of the 'employees only' doors found on the outskirts of the course. You notice his feet fit perfectly in the glowy clawed outline trail leading up to the door. 'Does he even realize he's doing that?'

After opening the door, he gestures for you to enter the dim hallway first but when you hesitate for a few seconds too long he reaches out and gives a little shove at the base of your back to hurry you along. You yelp at the contact and waste no more time considering if this is really a good idea or if you might be putting yourself in a dangerous situation just cause the giant robot alligator says he can help.