Don't Take Our Sunshine Away (Yandere Sun/Moon x Reader)

Chapter 7: New Friend?

Your shoes clicked and clacked against the hard-tiled floor of Glamrock Row, your cart's wheels adding to the noise. You sucked in a breath and shakily breathed out, trying to calm yourself down. You were not ready to leave Sun and Moon, you desperately wanted to go back to them and feel their comforting presence. You shook your head. No, you can't rely on them 24/7, it's time to make new friends... Hopefully. Carefully, you walked up to Monty's door. Might as well get the hardest done first, right.

You knocked on his door.

"Um, hey Monty? I'm here to clean... Your room." Your talking slowed as the door opened mid-sentence and showed a very annoyed gator.

He leaned in, only a few inches away from your face. His nose flared and his mohawk was messy, his eyes seemed to hold some sort of annoyance at your presence.

After some time staring, he spoke, "It's you again." He spoke with distaste.

Right, the last time you were here, you tried speaking to Monty, but he severely disliked your cheery attitude towards him.

It felt fake.

"Yeah well, I was assigned here this week." You did not want to spend time with this gator, so you pushed past his hulking figure and into his room.

You immediately got to cleaning the trashed up room. Just get in and out. Monty was still standing in the doorway, stunned by your complete 180 of an attitude.

He turned toward you, leaning on the doorway as he spoke, "Wow, someones changed. Where did that preppy 'I want to be friends with you!' attitude go, huh?" He mocked your voice.

Still cleaning, you responded, "I don't need you to be my friend."

Monty quirked up a brow. "Really? And here I thought you were desperate for some!" He laughed.

The gator moved towards the couch in the room and sat, splaying out his arms and legs for all to see. You just ignored his jeering and continued to clean, the sooner you're done, the sooner you can leave. Monty peered down at you in his relaxed form.

"So, is there a reason you're not reaching for friends anymore? Did you find some sad sap that needed some too?"

Your movements paused for a quick moment. You were glad your back was turned towards him and not your face.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Your voice had the slightest shake, small tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but never spilled.

You missed them so much already.

Monty noticed the small crack in your voice. Now he was curious.

"Actually, I would. So, who is it? Mister Fazbear, the star himself?" He said in fake wonder at the title.

You just shook your head lightly, not trusting your voice to answer. Monty rested his arms on his thighs, resting a hand on his face as he peered at you in curiosity. You had moved on to picking up the trash in the room.

"Hm, is it Chica?" She was the only one he could think of that would tolerate you outside of Freddy.

You rung your head around and faced him. "Why do you want to know anyway?"

He stared down at you amused. "Just curious really. I mean, you were so desperate for some friends. I just wanna know the fool who got stuck with ya."

Your eyes flared up with anger. Your hands violently gripped the broom you were holding. Your body even shook with anger, why can't he just shut up?

"Hey punk, you okay? You're shaking." He held a confused expression.

Silently, you lifted up your hand.

And threw the broom at him.

The broom collided with Monty's chest, breaking it in-half. Monty was shocked, you had thrown something at him. You, on the other hand, were terrified! You threw something at the animatronic with anger issues, he could literally murder you and you attacked him over petty mocking?! How stupid could you be!

What you didn't expect though, was the following laughter from the gator. "Oh my god, that was amazing! I didn't know you could throw that hard." His laughter died down.

"Look, I'm sorry for being a dick. I just thought you were some fake bitch that was gonna be super manipulative or sum'." He spoke with sincerity.

Oh, you get it now.

He was worried about being used...

"I'm sorry for, y'know, throwing a broom at you." You stared at the floor, fidgeting with your hands.

"And... Thank you for your apology. I understand not being able to trust others at first." You were reminded of Sun and Moon in that sentence.

Monty just stared at you with a look of bewilderment. "You're gonna forgive me? Just like that?"

Now it was your turn to stare at him bewildered. "Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I was a complete ass to you." He crossed his arms.

He leaned in, his face close to you like before. "You don't respect yourself, do you?"

You frantically waved your arms around in defense. "No, I do, I do! I just, um... Want to forgive you?"

Monty burst out laughing, catching you completely off guard. He patted his large hand on your back and slinged his arm around your shoulder.

"Yeah, okay, sure. Since you can't respect yourself, I'mma teach you how too, okay Cher?" His red eyes caught your glimmering ones.

A new friend? Also, the fuck was a Cher?

"Uh, Cher?"

A reptilian finger poked at your forehead. "Yeah, you my Cher. It's a term of endearment." Monty laughed, shaking your body slightly.

He pointed onward. "Now c'mon, we got more rooms to clean!"

We?

With that, the two of you went out the door. Monty making sure to stick by your side the whole time.