Hey, sorry I haven't posted, I'm not really in the mood for writing, but I'm just going to jump in and start but thanks for so many reads
Y/N, Roxanne, and Chica are down in the kitchen, making Al Salmone Calzone for Monty and him. Chica made a Di Broccoli with a flatbread crust, Cheeseburger Style with cracker crust and a Chicken Alfredo with a deep pan crust for herself.
After hours of being in the kitchen, they had finally finished making all four pizzas. They start walking and eventually got to parts and service where they took the elevators. Chica and Roxy went up to Roxanne's room while Y/N went up to Monty's.
Y/N walked through the hallway, some bricks were green, while others were white, looking almost like a mix of purple and pink. He got to the elevator, pizza in hand, before pushing the small, adorable Freddy button. The elevator door opened and he stepped inside.
The elevator music made it a surprisingly pleasant ride, and Y/N couldn't wait to show Monty the pizza he had made. He felt pretty proud of it, considering he had done most of it, Chica had helped with grabbing the ingredients and starting the oven. The music and elevator had stopped and the elevator opened.
Y/N heard the familiar moans from his boyfriend. He was fine with Monty jerking off, after all it was normal, though he wasn't sure if that kind of feeling was programmed into his system. Not that he really cared, he stepped out from the elevator, Montgomery's moans slowly getting louder, which Y/N had grown to realise that meant he was close.
Y/N started to walk forward, the door opening automatically as soon as it detected movement. When the door opened, Y/N was met with Monty fucking into Freddy. He was bent over the half broken couch, Monty's dick pounding into the bear. Monty let out a loud groan before, presumably, orgasming. Y/N stood there in shock as he watched his boyfriend pull out of his best friend.
He felt tears form in his eyes, quickly building up before quickly dripping down, a small scoff coming out. Anger, sadness and betrayal was all he felt. "I see how much I meant to you."
Y/N muttered bitterly before throwing the pizza he had worked so hard on, at his cheating boyfriend's tail. His hands were trembling as Monty looked shocked, Freddy looking scared. The pizza landed no where close to where it had been thrown.
"I'm leaving..." Y/N said quietly before quickly walking to the scratched up door. "Y/N! Y/N! It's not what it looks like!" Freddy called out, pushing Monty away before he stood up. Y/N turned around, angry tears streaming down his face. "Sure it's not, fuck you Freddy!" He yelled before ripping the door open.
Y/N woke up startled, tears staining the big, soft plushie he was cuddling. The red couch he had once found comforting, now unfamiliar. Freddy was gone, thank god. Y/N didn't think he would be able to look at him if he was here.
He threw the Monty plushie he had been recently snuggled into, on the opposite side of him. Tears came back to his eyes as he remembered his dream. Small visions of Monty and Freddy came to him. Monty's dick roughly thrusting into him, Freddy's moans echoing throughout his mind.
Is that what he had heard? He had thought Monty was jerking off, but I guess he found another bitch to fuck. Y/N had never hated his boyfriend- or, we're they ex's now?
Neither had really broken up with each other yet. But he was going to eventually so. Y/N grabbed his phone and looked at the time, it was 12 pm. Freddy would be coming back to his room soon.
He knew it was just a dream and he should be so upset, it was just a dream. But he felt it meant more. Had his dream meant Monty was cheating on him?
Did the animatronics even feel love, was that programmed into their coding? Y/N couldn't tell if Monty actually had loved him or not, or if he had just used him for sex. Whatever, it didn't matter. He needed someone to talk to before Freddy came back.
