𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑴 𝑶 𝑼 𝑻 𝑯 (Monty x Reader)

VIP

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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT

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(Y/n) frowned, standing before the VIP door. "Come on. They paid $90 for a personal show. We can't afford to leave our customers unsatisfied." The short balding man chuckled. (Y/n) frowned, wearing their 'uniform' the client requested.

(Y/n) side eyed the man, disgusted in his fake charisma. "A little employee advice — keep your hands to yourself." (Y/n) snapped at the man, shifting their weight to one leg away from the man, staring down at his knuckles that brushed against their thighs. He rolled his eyes. "Just go in there." He stood outside the door, watching the animatronic step inside.

Their eyes widened as they stepped inside the VIP room for the first time. It had another cage for them along with a pole. A man sat alone on the cough with a beverage (y/n) has seen few adults around the pizzeria drink. It was very foamy at the top and could be apple juice.

The door locked behind them as they were already inside the cage. "I was hoping you'd step out your zone for a while and we could both enjoy this." The man gave a crooked smirk. (Y/n)'s pierced at the man's eyes, disgusted at his words. "I paid $90. Wanna reduce it to 75?" He threatened. (Y/n) but their tongue down. They knew full well the man was their first VIP client meaning they'd give a terrible first review off Fazbear's Underground. They unlocked the cage and stepped out.

"That's what I like." He chuckled as his hand rested on (y/n)'s knee. They wanted hiss and bite at the hand that fed them such luxury but did as programmed. "You're so soft. It's so weird since you're a robot." He seemed unease but also intrigued. "How much softer can you get?" He said as he ran his hands up their plush and rested on their hips.

It was almost as if he activated a button when squeezing their hips as a small sound arose from (y/n) voice box. Certain wires felt as if they were heating up and felt amazing so far. "Oh? You're really sensitive and loud. I bet everyone had fun with you before." The man chuckled as he nuzzled his face into the animatronic's neck.

Their voice box hitched as the feeling a hand run up past where their rib was meant to be at and raised higher to their chest. "Ah-" (y/n) covered their mouth at the embarrassing noise that came out of them. "So sorry. I'm sor-" "Sorry? Why are you sorry? That's hot." He fumbled around the soft fire on their chest until he placed his hands on their rubber mounds. (Y/n) hummed at the feeling of feeling the man's hands on their body. They weren't sure what was happening or what the room was meant for or if they were following the rules but they were ashamed at the heat that radiates off their body. They were more embarrassed at the noises that came out of them each time the man moved his fingers or squeezed their hips.

The door slammed open to the bald and shirt man again. "You paid for a personal show! Unless you wanna pay up $80 more for a personal session, you ain't getting shit!" The man yelled as he grabbed the topless animatronic's forearm and pulled them out the room.

(Y/n) stood speechless but irritated. The man was reaching something that they could only describe as an itch they could reach but the man found a way to get there but was interrupted. It was agonizing.

They sighed, walking to their room until their bald manager appeared again. "Get your ass up to parts and services." He scolded the animatronic who did nothing but blink.

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(Y/n) rushed to slip on their long white leg warmers like Chica. They pulled over a thin but long over the shoulder sweater that had purple shoulder straps. (Y/n) rushed up the stairs and crashed into something metallic.