I'm.. in love.? (Gr!Freddy x Male Reader)

Chap 11: The Feelings of the Angered and Accused

Monty POV

I had finally convinced Y/N to go home and had walked him to the entrance of the Plex. I took him there and made sure to keep him close to me. The entire journey from my green room to the entrance we were given all kinds of looks from the other animatronics. The worst were from Freddy and Foxy. Foxy's looks we're justifiable. I get that Bonnie being destroyed in my attraction was very sketchy and made it look like I did it to him, but the way Freddy looked at us confused me. I understand Bonnie was his best friend, but he didn't look mad or sad. He looked slightly jealous. It had me stumped, but I ignored it and made sure Y/N was safe. Once we reached the doors, I waved him off and kept watch until he was no longer in sight.

I sighed as I began to make my way back to my room. I had to hide from all of these negative faces. It wasn't any good for me. It wouldn't have been good for anyone. These halls and walkways and big rooms would always seem so bright, no matter the time of the day. The atmosphere was always buzzing in ecstasy. This was the type of place where anybody who entered could flourish and thrive. It was the place where the happiness of others would blossom and bloom into the most stunning of flowers. Now these halls and walkways and big rooms seem so dull, even in the midst of day. The atmosphere now was felt to be dying and decaying. This now was the type of place where anybody who entered could sink and collapse. It was the now the place where the happiness of others would fade and wilt. After all, even the most stunning of flowers are bound to darken and crumble.

I situation myself down at the uncomfortable chair in front of my vanity. I stare into the reflection of my own eyes and start to question myself and my worth. Do I truly be what they all think of me? I then remind myself that I am not. I am innocent and I did not kill one of my friends. I curse at myself and let out a terrible roar. I throw the chair I was once sat on and let my emotions take over as it smashes against the wall and falls to the floor as crumbs. I don't recall why I started to feel that way out of nowhere, but I wanted to destroy everything and anything. I was suddenly so livid and full of hatred. I left deep, long scratch marks across every surface in my green room. I tore down led signs and laughed a horrendous laugh as they sparked and buzzed before dying out. Last of all, I mutilated all of the stuffed toys in my room, besides the single one of Bonnie. I let out so much of my anger on the biggest Freddy plush that lived in my room. The room that once used to be clean, tidy and full of fun and love. The room that was now a disaster, a huge mess and full of misery and despair.

I yelled a loud yell before folding down on the floor and letting out the most painful sobs anybody had ever heard before. Now I experienced more than just anger. It was a mix of emotions. The feelings of remorse, sadness and betrayal began to sink and settle within me. "W-Why?! Why th' fuck did this 'appen.?!" I did not deserve to be blamed for that catastrophe with no legitimate evidence. There are many reasons why Bonnie would have entered Gator Golf on his own. They could have hurt their self to the point of destruction in too many ways in there. So why did they all believe I did it? I can't believe them. I thought they were my friends. I thought we would always stick together no matter what. I cared for them. I loved them. I may not have showed it, but they were my family. They still are, to me, at least. They mean the absolute world to me. 

At least I still had Y/N. Y/N has been there for me since the day he step foot in this once spectacular place. He is still here for me. He cares for me. He sticks by me. He does not blame me for what happened to Bonnie. He treats me like family. Family? Huh. That felt odd thinking of Y/N as family. Why? My wails finally came to and end and I just laid there in nothing but utter silence as I faced the ceiling. He makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm important. His happiness makes me happy. When he's around me, I feel as if I could soar and break the chains of stress that hold me down. And when he's gone, my mood drains and I feel dull and alone. The chains of stress keep me down and I no longer feel as if I am able to soar. Why is that? No.. It cannot be. I cannot. Can I.? I cannot be in love with Y/N. I cannot and I should not. Fuck.. But he makes me feel safe. As if I'm the only one who exists. He makes me want to change myself for the good and be as strong as I possibly can. I have never been in such a way as I am when Y/N is in my presence. How did I not notice sooner.? I'm in love. "I'm in love with Y/N.."

Your POV

"Fuck," I had just realised after being home for half an hour that I had left my bag back in Monty's  greenroom. I groan and then get angry at myself as I slip my shoes back on and make my journey back to the Plex. On my way there, I revisit the events from last night to this morning in my head. My emotions switch from despair, to anxiety, to happiness to the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. I was still processing the fact that I had feelings for a huge robotic alligator. Specifically one that was accused for the end of the life of a fellow robotic friend of his. Poor Monty. He did not deserve being blamed for Bonnie's destruction. After all, he wasn't even in Gator Golf at that time. It was so horrible of everyone to believe that he did it. Especially Freddy. I was under the influence that Freddy was understanding and was not one to jump to conclusions and believe something just because everyone else this. I guess I was wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things.

I quietly remove my keys from their place in my pocket and unlock the front door of the Pizza-Plex. I sigh and look around before quickly, but silently heading off to the greenroom of the green animatronic. I see through a crack in his curtain that he is on the floor, resting I suppose, but then I realise that there is a huge mess everywhere. Every bit of his belongings have been trashed and nothing is identifiable. I gasp and then slowly open his door. As I did, I heard words spew from his mouth that not a single soul would expect. "I'm in love with Y/N.." he spoke as soon as I cracked open the door. I let the door open fully as I stand in its frame, completely in shock, "Y-You what.?"

Unknown POV

I was doing some disgustingly boring and lonely laps around the Plex. I seemed to be the only one in sight, besides the few staff bots that lingered around during the day. I walk down stairs and through depressingly quiet hallways before I hear the jingle of metallic keys and the sound of the front door being used. I stealthily check out who or what opened the door, and somewhat to my surprise, it was Y/N. I grew confused, yet curious. What was he doing here? The Plex was closed. He didn't have to do any work or anything, at least I believed so. Still, as he took a route towards Rockstar Row, I had the urge to find out what business brings him here after being here all night. Even the thought about how I saw Y/N with Monty enrages me. As my curiosity started to get fuelled by anger, I made the decision to follow him.

I followed him the entire way. Stopping when he did. Turning corners when he did. And shrinking behind corners when he looked behind himself. We both continued to walk together. Though, Y/N had no knowledge that I was joining him on this venture of his. He must have thought that he got in without being noticed. Foolish, silly boy. Then we ended up in front of Monty's room. He stood in front of that monster's abode for a few moments and I saw the expression of panic rise in his face. I slowly crept behind him as he opened the door to the green one's greenroom. That's when I heard the most infuriating sentence of my entire existence. "I'm in love with Y/N.." Monty huffed out with a baffled expression. I could not believe what I had just heard, "YOU WHAT?!"