Broken Little Pieces (Glam. Freddy/Glam. Bonnie x Monty)

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*Just another quick warning, this is sad and dark. Freddy is a major asshole and not the bear we all know and love, so are Chica and Roxy. This story will contain themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, as well as eventual character death  although it is well deserved I have to warn y'all, Viewer discretion is highly advised.

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The show had gone amazing, and Freddy had hit every note beautifully; Monty couldn't help but stare from the corner of his eye. The bear was perfection incarnate, at least on the surface, but out of the three of them, he wore his mask best, tightly fitted to his face with a broad, friendly smile. Monty turned his attention to the bass in his hands;  it had been Bonnie's first; the rabbit had passed it along like a torch. In all honesty, Monty had always wanted to perform, but he was devastated the bunny had been thrown out; the others took the news even worse, even after all this time they were still angry.

Monty sighed as the elevator went back down to parts and services; his bandmates had become increasingly aggressive as time went on, taking their rage out on whatever whenever. If they weren't fighting each other, they took it out on the reptile despite how friendly he tried to be. His grip tightened around the instrument; he was optimistic, seeing as the performance had gone without a hitch, least to him it had. Freddy had become quite nitpicky as of late, causing brawls between them that landed them under the wrench more often than not.

"Great show tonight, eh guys?" Monty tried hopefully, earning a scoff from the wolf, a glare from the chicken, and silence from the bear as Freddy stood with his arms crossed, staring ahead. "No...okay, just me. Got it." The gator mumbled to himself, not surprised by their reaction, but it still hurt.

The lift stopped with a slight tremor, the gator trailing after his bandmates as they crowded into parts and services. Freddy stood in the center of the room, claws digging into his arms as his foot tapped, a scowl on his face. Roxanne took to leaning on the wall as she eyed her nails, the avian sitting cross-legged on some boxes. Monty stayed close to the rear, seeing as it was the least dangerous location, shifting awkwardly on his feet as  tension filled the room, he choked on every breath of stagnant air.

"What the fuck was that," Freddy growled, his voice low and threatening, glaring daggers at the canine.

"Excuse me, fazfuck, I was perfect out there!" Roxanne snapped, raising off the wall to step towards the giant bear.

"Tch, no, you weren't. Do you know how many notes you missed, Roxanne? I'm disappointed in you." Freddy snarled with exposed fangs, darkness pooling in his eyes.

Monty sighed, shoulders slumping, "...guess today won't be as great as ah' had hoped." He muttered to himself, inaudible to the other three.

"Shut the hell up, Freddy, stop acting like your perfect." Roxanne hissed, jabbing a claw into his chest.

Freddy grinned wide, tightly grabbing her wrist as she winced, "I am perfect; perfection is something you'll never understand, mutt." 

Roxanne snapped, lunging at him with drool glinting of her canines; Freddy laughed, ducking to the side as he threw her into the wall, smirking as she fell to her knees in pain. Monty grimaced; he knew that had to have hurt; Freddy didn't pull his punches anymore; he seemed to relish watching them squirm in discomfort.

"Freddy, what the hell!" Chica squawked, feathers puffed as she stomped towards him, neck craning to glare into his neon blues.

Freddy tilted his head with mock innocence before replying, "Chica...you failed as well."