My FNAF Imagines

Even In The Dark, All I See Is You - Montgomery Gator

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gayboyasher asked:
Hi! Could you do the main four and sun/moon drop reacting to a gn!S/o whos afaid of the dark? Love your writing!!

TW: none 
gender neutral, adult reader!
*(Y/N) - Your Name
- 1556 words

- your animatronic lover thinks that they know you inside out, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. yet, they cannot help but feel surprised to find out that you have a fear of the dark. not to fear, they will be there to comfort you. ♡

"That's it! You're getting it!" You were learning some bass guitar chords from your animatronic boyfriend, Monty. He cheers you on encouragingly, more than ecstatic for his partner to be interested in his own craft. Though you only played a single chord, the G chord, Monty felt his heart swell with pride. You were already perfect in his eyes but the love he felt flowing through him as he watched you try his interests was indescribable. The simplest term he could find for himself as a video-game enthusiast, was that his love was on another level.

It was hard for Monty to explain the feelings he felt. All he knew was anger prior to meeting you. After that fateful day of crossing paths with you, he knew you were special.

Was it love? He first questioned himself. But that seemed impossible; an animatronic loving a human? Deep down, Monty knew it was love. He felt it when he first held your hand, when he first kissed you, when he first saw you wearing his merchandise and when he hears you say his name.

The sounds from his bass came to an abrupt stop, pulling him out of his thoughts. He calls your name, concerned. It takes him a moment to adjust to the sudden darkness of his green room, he could only see you due to his night vision. Shadows were casted on your face from your hair and you were frozen in place. Monty waves a hand in front of your face, "Babe? You okay?"

The gator picks you off from his couch and onto his lap in an effortless manoeuvre, a hand smoothing down your hair comfortingly. You snap out of your frozen state, now shivering in fear under Monty's hold. Your boyfriend could not understand why you were shaking. You were barely afraid of anything - What were you afraid of that caused you to react this way?

"It's alright, I'm here.. No need to be afraid of anything," He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You leaned onto him, letting go of your own weight and quietly cried. Monty was even more puzzled than before. First you were afraid, now you were crying? Was it the mood swings? Must be a human thing. Monty could not comprehend what was going on, literally.

Monty felt the cooling fans under his metal plating whir to life. He was starting to overheat from confusion. Who knew that could happen?

The sound of the cooling fans oddly enough, calmed you down. Your quiet sobs came to a stop, you looking at your boyfriend worriedly. "Are you okay? Why are you overheating?" You asked. Of course, leave it to you to worry over someone else over yourself. Monty raised an eyebrow as he wiped the salty tear stains away from your face. "Why were you crying?" He countered back.

You bit your lip, afraid of telling him. You were afraid of judgement, especially from someone who you held dear to your heart. Monty interpreted your silence as you feeling offended. He knew you did not like confrontation and tended to shy away from it when necessary. He rubs your back softly, "Look babe, I'm sorry I said that.. You don't have to tell me, just know that I'm here if you want to talk-"

"I'm afraid of the dark." You blurted out, cutting him off.

"Huh?" Monty says immediately. "The... Dark?" He repeats slowly. The gears were still turning in his head, trying to connect the dots. His eyes go blank, processing new information. After a moment of silence, he snaps his fingers. "Oh! Nyctophobia. Sun has it as well,"

You nodded, "Something like that, though for different reasons than Sun." The alligator continues to rub your back comfortingly. "It's okay, babe. We all have our fears. Why didn't you tell me about this before? I would have known what to do if something like this happened,"

Oh Monty. Sweet, sweet Monty. He was such a sweetheart when it came to his loved ones, especially in their times of need. He could be an arse at times (scratch that, most of the time), but he always meant it in good fun. He always knew not to go overboard, and apologise when he accidentally did.

"You were going to plan something if you knew?" You asked back. You ignored his first question, you were still too embarrassed to admit to as to why you never told him yet. That was another problem you often faced - social anxiety, also known as the fear of judgement from others. It was something that both you and Roxanne shared. And luckily for you, Monty has had his fair share of comforting Roxy during her anxiety attacks. They shared a sibling bond of sorts, despite acting like polar opposites and fighting childishly in front of many.

Monty grumbles, a deep yet comforting sound that you've grown to love. "Of course. If I'm with you, I'd do anything to make you feel better, no matter how small the matter is," He uses his tail to slide his bass guitar that was left unattended on the couch towards him. He places it gently over your lap as you sat on him, hooking his fingers onto the fretboard with ease. "Get comfortable, doll. I have a surprise for you." He smiled cheekily. He gave you a moment to shift around. You settled yourself comfortably, leaning your head under the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Monty began to strum, playing one of his solo songs from the performance earlier that day. He hums, his throat vibrating against your face. You felt your muscles relax, the worry leaving your body; as if it was never there to begin with. The music slowly but surely, lulls you into a dazed state, sleep threatening to take over your body.

Just as you were going to fall into a deep slumber, Monty starts to strum the opening to a new song. A very familiar song. It takes you a few seconds to think straight. "Is that my favourite song?!" You asked, buzzing with excitement, all prior drowsiness gone.

Monty chuckles as he saw you perk up. "Is it? I had no idea," He teases as he began to sing the lyrics. His voice was smooth like velvet (not butter) and as sweet as his favourite cake from the PizzaPlex's café. You hummed along, enjoying how your boyfriend looked in front of you; His guard was down and his true emotions were showing. You wished he was like this to the others, but you felt honored to be the only one he showed this side of him to. It made you feel special.

Special was barely enough to describe how Monty saw you. Words or phrases like angel, perfect, a gift from Heaven barely did you any justice either. It was indescribable for him to express just exactly how he felt for you. Monty never tried to force his feelings and the way he saw you in a specific box. If you were to ask him, he would say that you did not need a box to be defined, that you were too good for any of said boxes. Sometimes, it is better for things to be left the way they are.

As the song came to a close, you gave him a kiss, catching the gator off-guard. He squeaks, immediately regretting making that sound. "What was that for?" He asks as he looked away embarrassedly, steam escaping through his joints. You giggled and gave him another peck. "Thank you, Mon. You've always been so good to me." You said. Monty knew you were being sincere, he could hear it from the way you spoke, he could see it in the way you looked right back at him; eyes full of love, and he could feel it with each touch you gave him.

He nuzzles your cheek, a soft contented sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry it wasn't much.. I only had the bass on hand. Next time, I'll have a slice of cake ready or maybe your favourite drink.." He replied. He felt upset for not being prepared beforehand, despite not knowing that such an event like would happen.

"You don't have to get anything, babe. You being here is enough. You're enough." His heart swelled from hearing your words. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew every single insecurity and fear of his. You never failed in reassuring him and repeating your affections for him so he would get it through his stubborn wires and endoskeleton, even at a time when he was trying to comfort you. Due to night vision, Monty could see you clearly, the way you teared up while speaking as your hands trembled. Monty frowned, "Why are you crying again? Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head and gave him a hug, "No, no! These are happy tears, babe. You just make me so happy!" Monty moves his bass to the side and returns the hug. He inhales, breathing in your scent. You smelt just like him now; mint with a hint of cedarwood, and it made him more than happy to know that he was truly yours, as you were his.