Reckless (Montgomery Gator x Reader)

7

"Guess I'll just have to see how it goes."

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The afternoon goes on and evening quickly approaches before i'm finishing up my final task for the night. I let out a satisfied sigh as the previously malfunctioning robot starts working as it's programmed to. "There you go lil' buddy. Good as new." I smile and pack up my tools before heading back to the staff area. It's been only me in the building besides a couple security guards for a while now. As I put my tools back in the shelf a door leading out into the back hallways opens and a familiar figure peeks out from the side. "You ready to go, doll? The gator animatronic asks while standing in the doorway. "The coasts aalll clear." He says with a wide toothed grin. "Yeah, I think I'm good to go." I say before walking over to the door. "Right then. Follow me." He says and we begin taking the back hallways heading to Monty Golf. As I follow behind the tall robot, I study his features closely as it's the only thing in front of me. He's huge. Heavy metal parts swing smoothly as he walks along, footsteps loud yet steady. I can see why he's popular with young kids. His design is cool, colorful. As i'm lost in thought he suddenly stops. "Here we are. Right this way, sweetheart." He says opening a door into the back areas of Monty Golf. I follow him inside and am met with loud music, along with the sound of mechanics on the course and such. I've never gone into Monty Golf. Or most of the attractions at that. Never had a reason to. I will say though, the vibe is nice. Loud, but it brings me back to when I was a young teen. The dim area is lit up by led lights exposing a decent amount of golf areas. "This way." He says and I follow ending up at a seating area where the three other stars sit, relaxed and seemingly enjoying themselves. "Brought company." He says before taking a seat by the crew. "Come on, don't be shy." He flashes his teeth with a smile while patting his lap. "Oh it's you! Nice to see you." The bear animatronic greets me. "Monty told us he'd be bringing someone along tonight, but I didn't expect to see you." He says with a smile. "Stop acting like a whore, Monty." The wolf says unamused by the gator's antics. "Sit with us!" The white and pink animatronic "Chica" calls out to me. "We won't bite, maybe..." She says with a playful smile motioning me over. "Alright, thanks." I say as I walk over and sit on a sofa next to the colorful ladies. "We were just discussing new stage routines we're coming up with." Roxanne explains. "I'd like to be center for once. I'm going to try to convince our managers." She says. "Wait... they come up with their routines themselves..?I thought that was a programmed thing or something. AI is pretty cool." I think to myself. "Hmm... why don't we play a little golf? It's been a while." Chica suggests. "That sounds like fun, though i've never played before. Well maybe a couple times when I was kid but that probably doesn't count." I explain. "Oh? Interesting. This should be reeaal fun to watch then." Montgomery says with his usual smirk. We all get up and head to a nearby hole. Freddy, Chica, and Roxy's turns pass, each getting close, but not enough to get a hole in one. Montgomery is up and he swings at the ball confidently. It swiftly rolls directly into the hole after making it past the obstacles. "HAHA!! Ya see that?" He lets out a loud, deep laugh. "Can't be beat. You're turn, sweetie." I walk up to the start and get in position. I clutch the golf club tightly before calculation my move. I slowly swing back and then swing swiftly at the ball, eyes shut. I open my eyes and look to see where my ball landed. As I look around for the ball suddenly a low guttural laugh cuts me off. "You're kiddin' right? Look down, kid." The gator says amused, trying to hold back his laugh so he could speak. I look down and lo and behold. The ball hasn't moved an inch. "Seriously..." I say quietly, defeated at the sight. "Wow, this is like watching the toddlers play during a birthday party." Roxanne says with an amused expression. "It's alright, Superstar! We all start somewhere." Freddy tries to cheer me up. "Ugh... how can I be this bad? I mean really y/n... it didn't even move an inch." My shoulders slump in disappointment. "Now, now. Don't beat yourself up about it." The gator says while stifling a laugh. "Let the pro show you how it's done." He says before walking over to me. "?!" He gets behind me and presses his body against mine, reaching around to place his hands over mine where I hold the club. "Now..." he bends his head to whisper in my ear. "This is how you hit a hole in one, baby." With his hands covering mine, he swings and the balls goes flying straight to the hole. I can feel his deep laughter in his chest against my back before I snap to my senses and step out of his grasp. "Haha... yeah.... thanks. I blurt out while I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. "You're all red, sweetheart." He says quiet enough so that only I could hear him. "You're pretty sensitive, huh?" He asks with a grin. "What?? No! Anyone would get flustered if someone suddenly did that." I rush to explain myself but it seems like my words fall on deaf ears. "Sure, sure. Not when I play with more "experienced" golfers." He says and lets out a low chuckle. Anyways, who's next?" He turns back to the others.

The night goes on and we're eventually back at the seating area where we started. "Alright, i'm beat! I think it's time to recharge." Chica says followed by a nod from Freddy. "Yes, it's about time we head back to our rooms. This was quite enjoyable." He says with a satisfied smile. "Night, guys." Roxanne says before turning to the exit, followed by Chica, and Freddy. After a moment it's only me an Montgomery left in the large attraction. "Alright, guess that's my cue. I need to get some sleep. I had fun. Thanks for inviting me out." I say. "Course. You're welcome to come again if you'd like. Now, let me escort ya to the exit." He says ushering me to follow him. "Thanks." I say before I begin to follow behind him towards the back exit of Monty Golf.

He takes me through the back hallways, making sure that nothing catches sight of me. Soon after we reach a back exit of the facility. "Alright, should be good from here. Not like I can walk ya to your car, anyways. Don't get kidnapped now." He says in a joking tone. "Hmm, you're one to talk." I say playfully before heading up to the door, my hand about to reach the knob before a much larger one grabs my right shoulder. Much like earlier, he gets behind me and places his large metal body against mine. This time his clawed hands slide down my arms, stopping midway before he cranes his neck to speak into my ear again. "I could kidnap you again if you'd like. Hmm?" It's not much of a whisper, but more of a low, flirtatious tone. "Promise it'd be a whooole lot more fun this time around, babydoll." I freeze in his arms as a shiver shoots down my spine. "I... this feels... good? No. No y/n. He's a fucking robot." I fight myself in my mind. My body moves without my mind's permission and I press myself into him, focusing pressure on our waists. "Oh..? Oh, babe...You're playing a dangerous game." He says and his hands slide from the sides of my elbows to my waist and he presses into me firmly in return. He begins to slowly grind into me and the sudden realization of what's happening causes me to snap out of it and quickly step away. "What are you thinking right now??? Oh my gosh I need sleep." I yell at myself internally. "I should be going. I don't want to get too tired and drive like that." I nervously explain. "Aw, come on you can't leave me hangin' like this, sweetheart. I'm all hot and bothered now." He says with a flirty grin. "..." I stand tired and flustered, thinking of a response. "Oh alright. I won't keep you any longer if you're all boring and tired. We'll have to save the fun for another day, hmm? Night, sweetheart." He says before opening the door for me. "Thanks... Goodnight. I'll see you next week." I say before exiting the building, door closing behind me. I walk to my car, get in, and shut the door.

"What. The fuck. Was that."