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

Secrets

Gregory crawled up into the vent, ignoring how the gator called out to him. Gregory didn't understand why Monty was so worried; he could take care of himself. Okay, he could understand, but still, the kid wasn't too concerned. The boy brushed aside some cobwebs, grimacing at the sheer amount of dust coating the metal. He understood it wasn't easy to clean here, but dang, there was zero airflow. Frankly, Gregory wouldn't be surprised if the majority of the fans were broken seeing the state of the overall building.

"No, Roxy, you idiot. That's not what I meant."

Gregory froze, ears perking at Chica's shrill voice as it echoed through the vent. He crawled slowly, ensuring not to make any noise as he peered into the hen's green room. The boy narrowed his eyes as he watched her pace across the carpet, eyes wide as she chewed on her fingers.

"Chica, why are you so upset about this? Bonnie's back." Roxy shrugged, glancing at the hen through the mirror before continuing to adjust her hair.

Chica snapped her head towards the wolf, "Because Roxanne, he knows what I-we did. He knows, and he's coming after us; you saw he acted earlier, almost fucking destroyed us."

The wolf sighed, spinning her chair to eye the hen with a bored look, "Chica, hun, what the actual fuck are you talking about?"

The hen pinched her brows, "You know, you are such an idiot. The photos we took, remember?"

"You mean of Bon and Fred getting it on? I thought you wanted those for that porn collection of yours."

The hen flinched back at the statement, feathers dusting crimson, "We do not discuss what I do and do not choose to collect, Roxanne. But yes, those. I may have lied about the actual reason, but it wasn't ever meant to hurt Bonnie."

Roxanne stood with a nervous chuckle, "You're uh, kinda starting to freak me out, Chica? What exactly did you do with them?"

The hen groaned, flopping against the couch, "Well, they were supposed to get the bear out of the way, but the company idiot decided on Bonnie being thrown out instead. Even gave the bastard a quickie to ensure it was the bear who got destroyed but no, fucking imbeciles."

Gregory stilled, thoughts clicking in rapid succession at the knowledge. Did Bonnie know? The boy wasn't sure, but he figured telling them wouldn't hurt. He went to move back, knee slipping on god knows what, sending his face to the floor, bang echoing into her room. Both women looked up toward the vent; Roxanne narrowed her amber eyes, ears pinned back to her head.

The wolf snarled, "I can see you little shit, come down here right now."

Chica jumped to her feet, panic apparent in her eyes, "What?! Oh, fuck, he just heard every goddamn word. You need to catch him before he talks." 

The hen shoved Roxy over to the vent, climbing onto her shoulders and tearing off the plating; within seconds, half her body had slipped inside the tunnel, snarl on her limps while her fingers plunged into the metal interior.

"Found you, kid. Now get over HERE!" She clawed at him, fingers brushing against his shirt as he narrowly avoided her grasp.

Gregory bit back a scream, turning around he crawled as quickly as he could,

"AAAGGGHHH!!" He yelled, panic rising in his gut as he kicked at the hand gripping his leg, barely managing to free himself.

He turned the wrong direction in his fear, slinking towards the far exit rather Monty's room. The boy didn't realize his mistake until he was staring at the museum hall floor; he wanted to turn back but felt the hen closing in on his location. He leaped out, rolling onto the tile and standing only to find Roxanne blocking his path to safety. Gregory mentally cursed himself before sprinting in the opposite direction. He kept running, gasping for air as his lungs burned, he knew she'd catch up, but there was nowhere to hide. Finally, Gregory rounded the corner, crashing into Freddy's leg and collapsing to the floor.