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

Claw

Monty sat in the corner through the night, eventually running out of tears and instead dragging his claws through the dirt. He knew they all hated him; he understood he'd never be Bonnie but had always been hopeful that one day they might accept him, perhaps even like him. He chuckled at the thought, sad to say he still reserved hope, it was stupid and shallow, but it was there. Monty sighed, checking his internal clock and seeing he had an hour until opening; frankly, he hadn't realized that much time had passed, not that he was ready to head back into the crowd.

He lifted himself with a knee; suddenly overcome with nauseating dizziness, he leaned onto a nearby tree, holding himself up while breathing heavily.

"S-shit, ah' shoulda recharged earlier." He muttered, seeing his battery was dangerously low. 

Clinging to the walls, the gator made his way over to a recharge station; falling inside, his eyes fluttered closed, relishing the gentle electrical waves washing over him. 

-Ping-

A notification popped up in his message box; it was system-wide, meaning all the robots received one. He rolled his eyes at the notice, not exactly thrilled they had a party show just thirty after opening. Luckily it was the only one of the day, it was a special event for the weekend where the guests could only stay a few hours, but then they'd be free the remainder of the evening.

"What kind of kid wants their part at 8:30 in the morning." He grumbled, stepping out of the chamber only half charged. 

It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do, seeing as he didn't have enough time to charge fully, and he still needed to get ready. Before a show, the band practiced for around thirty minutes, mostly going over the chosen songs and tuning their instruments. He brushed his hair back with his claws, wincing as his hand grazed over the dent Freddy had left earlier.

"Should probably fix that." The gator muttered, slipping into a nearby employee bathroom and examining his face in the mirror. 

The dent wasn't too noticeable, more of a crack that ran up the side of his jaw and under his left eye. He opened his mouth, wincing as he used his fingers to push the metal back out. They were supposed to go to parts and services when they received injuries, but by now, he got them so often he had to learn to do the more straightforward tasks by himself, not wanting to bother the staff anymore. Every time the humans gave him weird looks, questioning how he kept getting injured, of course, Monty lied; he didn't want to get his bandmates in trouble for a few reasons. 

The first was that he didn't want them decommissioned, and the second was that if they found out he told on them, they would beat the shit out of him again. Ever since the last time his right leg hadn't been the same, despite all the fixes they did, he still moved with a slight limp. It didn't hurt exactly, more like an ache; it was like his joints were too tight.  Although Monty was honestly surprised the staff never checked the camera footage, then again, he doubted half the cameras even worked, the building was slowly going to shit, and the employees couldn't care less; not that he blamed them, overworked and underpaid.

-BZZZZ-

"Showtimes in less than thirty robots, get down to parts and services for rehearsal." A bored voice droned over the building's intercom.

"Shit!" Monty's eyes widened; he was late, which meant he was a dead gator. He sprinted back to the mainstage with his bass gripped tight in his hand, slamming his fist down on the button. His foot tapped rapidly as it lowered slowly, tail flicking with anxiety, deciding to hop down the last few feet. He stumbled, nearly falling onto his face as his leg spasmed; jumping had not been a good idea.

He pulled himself upright, standing tall as he sneaked into the room, noticing the rest of the band was already there, all three impatiently clawing at their respective instruments. Monty sighed, steeling his nerves as he stepped audibly, his bandmates turning to eye him. He forced himself not to flinch, choosing to smile wide instead as he waved lightly.