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

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The gator stormed into the pre-show area, slamming the door and startling the females behind it. He ignored them completely, pressing his back against the far wall while he absentmindedly tuned his bass. As luck would have it, the two decided to leave him alone for once, speaking in hushed whispers as they sat atop various crates. 

"Okay, everyone, here's the agenda for the day." The bear entered silently, glancing at the reptile before addressing the whole band, going over the usual information.

Monty only half listened to him; his code meant he knew every song by heart, and it wasn't exactly hard even if he played manually. Then, finally, the intercom buzzed, a dreary voice calling them onto the stage, tone drowning in board annoyance. Monty stomped away first, not caring about the typical order of things, glaring intensely at a spot on the floor as the platform raised. As soon as the lights were on them, he forced himself to smile wide, putting on his best performance while also not genuinely paying attention. He just wanted to get this over with and go back to his room. Monty needed to get away from these three that barely counted as his bandmates anymore.

Freddy shifted on his feet, eyeing the reptile as he sang, ensuring he let no emotion slip by despite the overwhelming guilt. Monty looked angry, sad even; it was nowhere near his typically happy, carefree self. The bear supposed that was his fault; he caused this and didn't know how even to begin fixing it. He sighed internally, attention going back to the audience, the cheering children sending a rush of joy over his wires. Up here was the only time he felt anything anymore; he wanted to feel, he did. But he physically couldn't no matter how hard he tried; he forced himself to smile broader, he had a reputation to keep. He knew if he went down, so did the rest of them; he just wanted them to understand that. Maybe they did, maybe not, but he had to keep being perfect.

Chica snarled, gaze flickering between the gator and the bear, noticing neither looking at the other. They were both acting strange, Monty seeming angrier and the bear far more reserved. But, of course, the bear acting silent could also mean he might leave her alone, perhaps even allow an opportunity to dispose of him. She played harder, eyes narrowing as she drilled holes through Freddy's skull. She had grown to despise him; the bear was the golden child; he could do no wrong in the company's eyes. It made her gears twitch, wires burning with excess rage. No matter how amazing she performed, she was never allowed to be upfront, not even for a duet. There was nothing wrong with her voice; she was an excellent singer, god be damned. Chica vowed that one day she'd be standing under the center spotlight, belting out lyrics as all eyes focused on her. The hen just needed to remove the bear before that could happen. The question was how?

Roxanne had no care in the world; she loved to perform, especially next to her idol. Chica was the definition of perfection; she'd do anything for the hen, anything Chica asked she'd do without hesitation. Roxanne growled as her eyes snapped towards the gator; she wanted to destroy him for hurting her idol. Roxy didn't understand why Chica wouldn't let her hurt him; it's not like he was on their side. Just decommission him and get it over with; the band didn't need him. He was a replacement and a poor one at that. The wolf bit back a growl; she'd wait until Chica said something; it was the least she could do.

The lights dimmed before the main lights went back on, smoke clearing as the crows screamed, cheering the bots as the lift lowered. Monty sighed, relaxing ever so slightly; the show had gone well despite the growing tension between them all. The reptile trailed behind the others into parts and services, each taking their normal positions and awaiting the bear's usual rant.

Freddy crossed his arms, eyes locking onto the avians in an instant, "Chica, you understand that I could feel you glaring at me the entire show, right? Something you need to say?"

The hen scoffed, placing a hand tight to her hip, "I'm sorry, but screw off, we all know I'm best suited to be upfront, not you. You're getting old, and it's time for a fresh face to take over."