Third-person p.o.v.
Standing at 5'2 (my height lol.) Everyone seemed to tower over you.
In certain ways, it intimidated you. Just knowing anyone taller than you could pick you up like a baby.
That's when Monty came along.
Picking you up under the armpits and holding you high in the air as his 6'5 frame strongly held you.
Monty did that a lot as it make you embarrassed and blush.
But even as tall as Monty was and you being 5'2, you kept him in check and took care of his anger issues.
And Monty looked out for you as he couldn't handle the sight of you being hurt.
Montgomery's p.o.v.
Pacing around the pizza plex I waited for (y/n) to arrive.
It feels like it takes them forever to get here.
"Monty, stop staring at the door. It's weird." Roxy shouted as she walked up to me.
"Shush wolf. I'll do what I want." I replied fixing my glasses. Making sure I'll look good for (y/n).
Roxy rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"They'll be here soon. You know that. They are nev-" She got cut off.
"Waiting for (y/n), Monty?" Chica asked.
"Yes, I am." I sighed.
"I can't believe how in line they keep you in." Freddy trolled in.
"Me neither. Specifically how short they are." I laughed.
Suddenly the door opened to the entrance.
"I heard that Montgomery." (Y/n) called walking through the door strongly.
"Oh, hey (y/n)!" I chuckled nervously.
"Mhm." They laughed as they knocked a couple of times on my chest piece with their knuckle as they walk by.
"Where are you going so quickly?" Freddy asked.
(Y/n) stopped in their tracks.
"Well, I have to fix the stage before you guys perform today. There's something wrong with it." (Y/n) explained.
"Are you going to need help?" I questioned.
"Yes, in a little bit when I figure out what is wrong with it. But I'm going to need to polish you guys later too." They smiled.
"That's always fun. Can you brush my hair? Like a lot?" Roxy glowed.
"I can do that Roxy, as long as I have enough time." (Y/n) laughed.
"Alright! You're the best!" Roxy shouted.
(Y/n) chuckled and went off to the stage. Quietly as I could I followed them to the stage.
Your p.o.v.
Listening to the steps behind me I knew Monty would surely follow.
He's not as quiet as he thinks he is.
Making my way backstage I got a glimpse of a note.
"Dear, (y/n). Monty and Freddy's part of the stage are broken. It will NOT lift them. Please figure out why and fix it before their show starts.
Signed ~Manager."
Sighing deeply I held my breath for a second.
"Thanks, Boss!" I whispered to myself.
"Have you figured out the problem?" Monty's deep voice whispered in my ear.
I jumped back a little as I forgot he was following me.
"Jeez, Montgomery. And yes I have figured out the problem."
"So what's the problem?" Monty asked.
"Well with you and Freddy being heavy you've caused your parts of the stage to stop working. Basically, the stage will not lift you."
"Are you calling us fat?" Monty asked.
"No, I'm not calling you fat, I'm calling you heavy." I clarified.
Rushing off to grab the tools needed I reached for the toolbox off the top shelf. "C'mon you stupid toolbox!" Jumping, just barely touching it.
That was until Monty strolled up and easily picked it up.
Hearing him snicker I rolled my eyes and groaned.
Monty gently handed me the box with a cheeky smirk.
I snatched the box from him with a huff.
Third-person p.o.v
(Y/n) got to work as Monty sat on the floor and watched.
The green gator stared as (y/n) took apart the back of the stage and climb through with the tools.
There was a lot of metal clanging and mumbling coming from (y/n).
"You good in there?!" Monty yelled.
"Yes, I'm good Montgomery."
A couple of moments of silence and then "Ow, son of a bitch!" (Y/n) shouted.
"Hey, what happened?!" Monty exclaimed.
Slowly (y/n) climbed back out holding their arm.
Blood had spilled from their arm. There was a pretty good cut.
"We need to get you to Freddy!" Monty trembled.
"I'm fine, Montgomery." They grunted holding their arm as the blood soaked into their work uniform.
"We are getting you to Freddy!" Monty huffed.
With one swift motion, Monty picked up the short person and carried them to the bear's room.
Monty's p.o.v.
I can not believe that this happened. I zoomed into Freddy's door and quickly knocked at the door. The door zipped open.
"Yes, Mont-" Freddy stopped mid-sentence.
"Hi, Fred." (Y/n) huffed.
"I need some help." They smiled as they held their arm into their shirt.
"Freddy, (y/n) is hurt!" I whimpered.
"Alright, sit them down, Monty."
Quickly I set them down on Freddy's chair. (Y/n) tapped their foot against the chair and waited for Freddy.
I sat on the floor and stared at them to make sure they were okay.
"Are you okay, (y/n)?" I whispered.
"I'm bleeding, so yup I'm okay." (Y/n) mumbled.
"(Y/n)!"
"What? You asked!"
I huffed and laid my head on the armrest.
Your p.o.v.
Monty gave me puppy dog eyes. I couldn't look at him.
I'm not pissed at Monty it's just...usually, people aren't this nice to me.
Freddy came back quickly with everything and I have no idea what anything is.
"Can you give me your arm, (y/n)?" Freddy asked nicely.
"No, sorry it's broken." I snickered.
"(Y/n)." Freddy huffed.
"Alright, alright."
Freddy softly held my arm and cleaned it up.
There was a small stinging sensation for a few seconds.
He put on some medicine and some bandages over the cut.
"There you go. You should be good. Just make sure to clean it every day at least once."
"Thank you, Freddy." I smiled.
Slowly I got out of the chair and walked out and started to walk back to the stage.
"(Y/n), where are going?" Montgomery worryingly asked.
"To go backstage so I can change my shirt and go back to work," I replied.
"You can't just go back to work! You hurt yourself!" Monty warned.
"By accident." I chuckled.
Third-person p.o.v.
Monty couldn't understand why (y/n) wasn't worried about being hurt.
(Y/n) found their bag and changed their shirt in front of Monty with no warning.
The gator looked away covering his eyes as the short human laughed while putting on their shirt.
"C'mon Montgomery. Help me with this last thing." (Y/n) announced.
Monty followed them as they walked up on stage.
"(Y/n)?" Monty questioned.
"Yes, Montgomery?" They asked.
"Why do you call me by my full name?"
"Because I like your name. It's nice to say."
Monty got a "little" embarrassed.
"Stand on your platform, it should work now." (Y/n) smiled.
Monty walked over onto his platform.
(Y/n) pressed the button and the stage rose holding up the big gator.
After a minute the stage came back down and Monty walked off.
"Alright! It worked. Now onto the next job." (Y/n) sighed.
Suddenly (y/n)'s phone started ringing.
"Hello?" They answered. It was their boss.
"Hey, (y/n). There is no show tonight. It's been canceled."
"Ah, okay. Thanks for telling me." (Y/n) replied because hanging up the phone.
They sighed and run their fingers through their hair.
"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Monty asked.
They stayed silent for a while.
"(Y/n)?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm good. Just...um. Show is canceled." (Y/n) yawned.
Monty picked them up from under their butt and lifted them up.
"Come on short stack." Monty laughed.
"Whatever.." They yawned again.
Walking back to the green gator's room (y/n) sighed.
"Can you tell everyone the show has been canceled?" (Y/n) asked.
"Yes, I can do that."
Eventually, (y/n) fell asleep on Monty. They were the shortest person Monty had ever seen. Especially, cuddled with.
It gave Monty a laugh at how short they were.
