Glamrock Freddy x Reader x Montomgery Gator

Nervous

                        ~Third Person Pov~

It was (y/n)'s senior year of high school. All of her friends had started getting afterschool jobs. She started to feel like she wasting her days while everyone else was working. She hated making food so waitressing was not an option, she hated talking to people, so retail was out of the question. However (y/n) was great with kids. She recalled the new Mega Pizzaplex opening up not too far from her home. (y/n) had attended Fredbears diner growing up. She remembered having birthday parties there and loving the animatronics. There was always an eerie vibe though.

So after school, she marched from the school to the Mega Pizzeplex. "Holy Fazballs," she thought, "This place is huge."

She wandered around unsure of where to find any employees to help her. (y/n) clenched her bookbag close to her and took, small curious steps towards the gift shop. Inside she saw a kiosk behind a desk.

"Perfect someone will be back there to help me." 

Just as she was about to step inside she got cut off by a group of children laughing and running. "Jesus, what the-"

she was cut off by a large green gator grunting and smiling. He was chasing the kids but they seemed to be having fun.

"Woah guys you almost tripped the lady."

The children were already out of sight by now though. "Sorry about that..." The gator trailed off. She didn't remeber him being animatronic when she was growing up.

"That's alright, she laughed. "Do you know where I can find someone to help me, I'm looking for a job application."

"Oh sure just follow me!" He piped up.

He leads her out of the gift shop toward a guest services desk. As the pair approached the desk he slammed his fist on the desk to make his presence known. A young woman with blonde hair approached the desk and sighed.

"What do you want Monty?" she said crossing her arms.

"This young lady is looking for a job application." He said sternly.

She laughed "Trust me you don't want to work here. Children everywhere, angry parents, and worst of all these assholes." She threw her arm toward Monty.

"Vanessa, you don't have to be so angry all the time." He leaned on the desk.

"I actually really like working with children." (y/n) piped up.

"Yeah whatever, any prior job experience?" Vanessa asked.

(y/n) nodded, "Sure, if you count babysitting."

"Okay cool, you 18 or older ?" Vanessa questioned

(y/n) nodded yes, "I turned 18 a month ago."

Monty turned his upper half toward (y/n) still leaning on the desk, and looked her up and down.

"Cool, you're hired, you just have to sign a safety waiver, and some other basic info, then we'll give you a call when we get your start date. It's fairly simple, we just keep things in check you'll get a list of tasks to complete at the start of each shift, got it?" Vanessa slammed paperwork in front of (y/n).

"Safety wavier?" (y/n) asked.

"Just stating your family or you won't sue if you get injured while working, also in case any work is needed on the animatronics you must be 18, it's a liability issue..." she laughed under her breath.

"Work on the animatronics? I don't know how to do any of that." (y/n) sighed

"You want the job or not kid?" She pushed a pen toward you.

"Hey, I think I need some work done actually." Monty winked and nudged (y/n)'s shoulder.

"Just leave the papers there when you're done," Vanessa said and she turned around a disappeared into the room behind the desk.

(Y/N) began filling out the paperwork but Monty didn't leave her side. Now that she thought of it, she hadn't quite gotten a good look at him yet. She turned slightly and her eyes met his. She blushed and turned back to fill out her paperwork.

"You like what you see eh?" He nudged her shoulder again.

She giggled but didn't respond.

"You're a little shy huh," he laughed. (Y/N) just shrugged her shoulder and giggled again.

"Or do I make you nervous?" This time his voice was a little deeper, (y/n) turned her head again to meet his gaze again. He was smiling seductively showing his razor-sharp teeth.

(Y/N) didn't respond for a moment just looked at him, and his teeth.

"Yeah, maybe a little bit." (Y/N) flashed a small smile.

"Well then, I'd better get back to work see ya around ma'am." He turned like he was gonna walk away but swiftly swung the background to give (y/n) a slight pat on the booty. (y/n)'s face turned red and she could muster out a squeaky,

"Goodbye."