You and Freddy have hit a bump in the road, a disconnect. Due to a busy schedule, you've barely seen him or Gregory nor has Freddy seen much of the either of you. So when a stranger starts to get friendlier and friendlier with you, you take it as a...
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You hit send, letting out a loud sigh. The past two weeks had been hectic. Between all the birthdays for the kids conceived during valentine's day and the heavy workload Gregory had been getting from school, you barely spent any time with him, let alone seen him.
'Some guardian you are.' the cynical voice in the back of your head, hisses.
Is this how Sunny felt when Moon was in his head? Maybe you should go confide in him and see how he handles those types of thoughts. 'Might be worth my while.'
You look to your side and smile at the sight before you: Freddy and Monty, with aprons tied around their waists, working together to wash and dry dishes from the busy day. You listen to them chatter amongst themselves, chuckling quietly when you see Monty splash water on Freddy. They're obviously unaware of their audience because you watch Freddy push Monty; not hard by any means but definitely more then a nudge. Monty though... he responds by shoving Freddy. Hard.
"Watch it, Fazbutt."
Freddy opens his mouth to retort but is promptly cut off by you.
"Ok boys, that's enough." You dry your hands and walk over to them, standing to the side inbetween them. "Thanks for the help, but I'm done here for the night. I need to get home to Gregory."
You look up to Monty and pat his chest. "I appreciate your help tonight, Mont. Do you need any tuning before I go?"
He's glaring at Freddy, his eyes blazing red from behind his rose tinted glasses.
"Monty."
He turns his gaze down to you and grins, sliding his glass down his snout. "Nah, I'm good, doll face."
You sneer, ignoring the nickname, and look up to your partner. "Freddy? Any complaints I need to look at?" He's bristling but he slowly turns to you.
"I am fine, love. Let's get you home." his voice softens when he speaks. It always does. He's always gentle with you, even though he knows he doesn't have to be. You've teased him before about it, that he's trying to make up for how rough he is with you when you're intimate together. That always gets him flustered and stuttering, and frankly, just seeing him like that gets you going.
Soon, you find yourself walking with the animatronics, Freddy on your right and Monty on your left. The three of you chit-chat while they escort you to the main entrance, you taking notice when they exchange glares to one another.
Then, before you can even react, you're being grabbed and pulled to the left, large hands finding purchase on your shoulder and waist. Something long and wet swipes from your collar bone, up your throat and then your chin. A deep guttural rumble emanates from in front of you and shakes your rib cage and it dawns on you that it's Monty that has you in his grasp. His long tongue cups your face and wriggles against it, sending shivers through you. Just as quickly, something else from behind wraps around your waist and yanks you from your assailant, sending you tumbling backwards onto your butt.
