TASTE OF METALLIC ( monty gator x oc )

FOUR

Her feet dragged as she walked through the empty, dimmed Pizzaplex, mind running itself on a loop.

Her flashlight bounced carelessly and pointed forward. The daycare doors were closed, the bright lights shining out the cracks of the door. The only sound from within were objects moving around; signifying Sun's liveliness.

Their voice could be heard faintly, talking to themselves; which was completely normal for the animatronic. What was unusual was that rather than being energetic, they sounded drained; lifeless.

She turned on her heel and walked away from the Daycare. After the events that took place beyond their doors, how the day had slowly wrecked her mentality; she wanted not to go near.

It wasn't my fault, Sundrop's nervous but happy voice echoed through her mind, it wasn't my fault! Kimberly, you're back!

How the mother had hugged her daughter closely, ignoring the animatronic that watched them so dearly. She imagined Sundrop's emotional state when the mother had turned her back to Sun in an attempt to shield her daughter from them.

Heart still brokenly beating amongst her chest, she searched for a relief. Anything at all to take her mind off the suffering she'd endured. Her feet dragged along her tired, shaky body— mind taking her to the location she needed most.

Rockstar Row.

Each animatronic's curtain was closed, signifying they were either in their Green Rooms or out for a nightly stroll; something they did often.

Her feet continued on until she reached a tall door, one ever-so-familiar to her; and she knocked loudly.

There was no audible noise on the other side of the door besides a small grunt of approval— so with her keycard, she slowly allowed herself in, shoulders slumped.

The room was dimly lit and completely green. She found her eyes tearing up and her eyelids blinking the moisture back; so subconsciously that the actions felt normal. It had become so normal throughout the day that it was like taking a breath.

"You're the last person I expected to visit me tonight; but I'm not complaining," came his familiar Cajun accent from the side of the room. "You look pleased."

Her heavy eyes shifted to where his sarcastic voice had come from— the couch. There sat Montgomery Gator, man-spreading sexily across the luxurious and comfortable sofa. A smirk adorned his green snout, burgundy hair messy atop his head, staring Aspen up and down; so intrigued.

She shrugged her shoulders and breathed out, "long day."

She stripped herself of everything that weighed her down— her flashlight, her equipment, and her security weaponry, placing it on a table that wasn't broken or bent.

He nodded his head knowingly and scanned over her face casually. Her face was sunken, appearing even smaller than ever before. Most importantly to him, he couldn't see his own physical imprint on her; though he knew it was due to heavy masses of makeup.

Even through the makeup you could visibly see the distraught etched on her features.

"So I've heard. Come, sit down," he told her, gesturing to his lap with a flirtatious growl. "You look like you need some company."