Gater Golf had never been your favorite one of the Pizza Plex attractions. Now knowing that Monty was waiting for you inside made it a million times worse.
It wasn't at all exciting to revisit the same breezy hallways that you used to sweep every night. Now that you'd grown used to the loud noises if the dayshift, you'd been wishing less and less to go bo ack to being a janitor. Infact, you could even say you preferred working at Bonnie Bowl now. A few days ago, that would have been a lie. And maybe the only reason you'd actually started to enjoy your shifts was because Bonnie was there. But even so, your were proud of yourself - for some absurb reason.
Bonnie had put on one of his brilliant shows again. Today it had been simple, a gentle peice. But even so, the talent had been there and you'd been able to sneak away from the ice cream parlor and watch. Just seeing his fingers move over the guitar was... amazing to watch. You'd never really been into music (although at some point, you had played a musical instrument), but listening to Bonnie play was definitely sparking up your interest again. Buying a pair of earbuds was the first thing to do when you got home.
All day, your mind hadn't switched off. From Morgan to the adults night, there had been so much to think about that keeping your thoughts at bay had been near impossible. But somehow, with a lot of work, you'd been able to focus on one thing at a time. And that one thing had been Monty.
Keeping your cool while walking closer and closer to Monty and not running away was hard. Going there by yourself made it even harder. The only comfort you had was the fact that you could go to Bonnie at any time and the few security guards that were roaming around could come save you. Maybe. You took a deep breath and curled your hands into fists, continuing towards your inevitable doom.
"So. Monty wants to talk to me. No big deal!" The echo of your own voice around you was almost to much to bear. Why couldn't you be back with Bonnie, discussing plans for the adult night? That had been your plan for the morning until Madison called. And that had been your plan for after hours, too, but here you were. Almost there.
You swallowed down hard and continued to match inside. The blaring green lights glared into your back. Around you were golf sticks packed neatly into bags and flags marking holes and posters hung up on every surface with enough room for one. Monty was no where in sight - for now. If you knew anything about animatronics, it was that they knew how to make you look for them.
"H-hey Monty!" You needed to play this off cool. Make it looked like you weren't about to piss yourself.
"It's me, Y/N! You asked to see me? Pity that you didn't have to courage to tell me that yourself." Maybe saying that kind of stuff wasn't the best idea. You could easily see Monty snapping you in two.
That's when he finally made his appearance.
Monty strolled out from seemingly nowhere, a silver golf stick slung oer his shoulder and his mohawk dripping over the side of his face. You started in suprise, having to bite back a squeak. Gladly, Monty didn't seem to be in the mood to pin you up against the wall like he had been last time. He seemed... kind of tame. It was weird to say that about an anyone, let alone a animatronic, but you didn't know how else to describe it.
"Hey, Y/N." The same words Monty had uttered the first time he saw you. An unsettling chill crawled down your spine.
"Aaayye!" You managed to force out, giving him some lame finger-guns, "Wassup!" All you could do was laugh nervously and bounce on the tip of your toes as Monty edged closer. Keeping Monty one meter away from you at all times was absolutely nessisary.
Monty frowned, grabbing two seats and setting them (thankfully) just far enough apart that you were comfortable. He sat down. So did you, eventually, with a lot of internal conflict.
