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Chapter 12-Break In The Case

*Moon art by @freckled_moss on Instagram!

-Monty's pov-
Sitting by Foxy's corpse, I thought for awhile. 'Maybe goin' to the repair man wouldn't be so bad...I doubt the kid actually fixed Bonnie. He'd be no help to me,' I mournfully thought, taking time to glance over at Foxy mid sentence. I slowly took the exposed metal skeleton hand in my own, softly rubbing circles on the palm with my large thumb. With a sigh, I stood up after quite some thought and decided to ask the men for help.
-Timeskip, the basement, 3rd person pov-
Montgomery stood outside the entrance to the room. He'd taken a camera in case but knew he most likely wouldn't need it. He waited patiently for them to open the entrance, knowing they already heard him walking down the hall. Monty could hear words, clanking, and soon enough the tall endo skeleton opened the door just barely. "What." He spoke, clearly annoyed by the others presence. "I want to see the other guy. Not you." Monty responded, just as distasteful. Ennard scoffed and rolled his eyes. "He's napping. Come back later." Montgomery eyed him like he was joking. "So..? You can wake him up..." He said, pointing out the obvious. Ennard let out a noise similar to a snarl, due to the gator's selfishness. "What the hell's your problem. Let him sleep. He's been working his ass off for months trying to make those discs from scratch and when he finally gets a lead, that kid makes everything worse by asking Mike to make enough for everyone." Ennard whisper-shouted, slamming the door on Monty. The gator stood with his eyes slightly wide, thinking about what Ennard had just told him. "...discs..?"
-Gregory's pov-
After Freddy put me to bed, I only slept for a couple hours. I've always had trouble sleeping, but it doesn't really bother me that much. Anyway, it's about 8:00 A.M now, and I could get up and find them. Freddy would probably just put me right back into his room to sleep, but this is a respectable time to get up.
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Walking throughout the pizzaplex, I hear Monty's loud footsteps. He made his way straight in front of me, and pulled me by my shirt collar into a random nearby storage room. "Kid! What've you been asking of Mike and Ennard? And what the hell are these 'discs'?" Monty whisper-shouted sternly, careful to not attract attention to us. I eyed him confused, "Why do you want to know?" I asked. He scoffed, and rolled his eyes. Why does he want to know...I don't see why he needs to care about what I've been doing. "I needed help with something but no, you exhausted them with your requests." He snarled. Man, selfish much?...
"It's not completely my fault. I asked to benefit you guys, and the discs are what can make you look human again. They're small black buttons with a flashing red light when they're in use." I told him. Monty looked at me awestruck, he was probably comprehending what I'd said. "Black buttons? I've seen those before, downstairs where that broken elevator is. In one of the rooms in between the two halls, there's a cabinet filled with them. Well, maybe like 8 but still." He eagerly said, probably hoping the information he had could actually make him look normal again. I looked at him in awe, similar to how he had just been looking at me. "Are you serious? Take me there!"
-3rd person pov-
Managing to get into the remains of the underground pizzeria was not easy, since they couldn't use the unfunctional elevator. But, the two figured it out and made their way towards where Montgomery last saw the discs.
As they crept around the corner, Gregory's stomach suddenly turned and he felt nauseous. He didn't feel safe at all, and the area surrounding him smelt rancid and moldy. Montgomery marched down the left hallway quickly yet quietly, while Gregory stood still in his spot far away from the hall. The gator knew Gregory was uncomfortable, and didn't mind going alone--even if he felt the same way Gregory does.
Within minutes, Montgomery emerged from the room in the middle of the 2 hallways; holding a broken-down, moldy, damp cardboard box that clunked every time it shifted. Gregory acknowledged Montgomery almost silently whispering him for them to leave now. Both felt as if they had to be quiet--like someone was watching them. Sprinting out of the room and back where they came from, the two were back into the main basement. "So...kid? What do we do now..?" Monty awkwardly chuckled. He hadn't really thought too much about what happens after they get the discs. Gregory hummed as if he were thinking, and looked up towards Montgomery. "Put the box down on the table. I know what they're supposed to look like--kinda. I'll check if any are broken." He told the older, commanding him as if he was the superior. Monty rolled his eyes and obeyed, setting the crumpled box down, causing Gregory to immediately inspect it. Gregory picked up a disc and turned it over to make it seem as if he actually knew what he was doing--he didn't. Well, he thought he might, but apparently he wasn't really paying much attention to when Michael was explaining, no, he was more focused on the part where Mike was a corpse. Montgomery noticed the kid's cluelessness and sighed heavily, forcing Gregory to awkwardly laugh. "You haven't a clue how these are supposed to work, do you?" Monty teased, making Gregory huff and pout slightly. "No! I know how they work. I'm just not exactly sure how to...erm...tell if they work." Gregory responded, muttering the last part while he hung his head down. Gregory thought for a moment, while his eyes silently gazed over the disc in his hand, when he shot his head up towards Monty; finally having an idea. Montgomery raised an eyebrow, just as Gregory pulled the animatronic down and touched the disc to the gators face--and to Gregory's surprise--the disc stuck to Monty's face, as if it had a coating of glue on it's backside. The younger gasped a bit in surprise, but proceeded in pressing the disc through an attempt to turn it on. Montgomery was in the blue about what was really happening, but wasn't fighting it. Worst case, nothing happened. Monty was okay with that. He may be a bit disappointed, but he really couldn't expect much from magical buttons. Then, a high pitched screech filled the room followed by a bright light, except, the screech was incredibly loud--loud enough for the whole basement to be able to hear it. Gregory shut his eyes and covered his eyes swiftly, stumbling back as he did so. Montgomery couldn't even describe his condition. It was like he felt firm, yet squishy? Also, he felt something he hadn't felt in awhile--real, physical pain. Gregory looked back towards the gator as he caught his footing except, there wasn't a gator in front of him now.
-? pov-
As I was looking for a certain someone, a familiar screech sounded throughout my ears. My working eye narrowed and I immediately went back to where I emerged from. This'll definitely be a break in the case...