𝕎𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥

| ℝ𝕦𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕖 |

Three days later
Monty had taken me to his hide-out. He had a medic robot help me and take care of my wounds. He's refused to allow me to walk and hasn't let anyone see me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he kidnapped me. But in truth I kinda of liked this princess treatment he was giving me. I was reading a book he'd brought me from the security office in the Arcade, my makeshift room. Monty came stopping into his dressing room, clearly upset by something but shrugging it off.

"What's up? Can I leave now? I can walk around."
He just grunts in response, laying in the couch. I roll my eyes and go back to reading.
"You know I could just up and leave while you're performing."

He chuckles as he tosses his arm over his face.
"I'll just hunt you down, little one"
Butterflies in my stomach flutter around again as he used that term of endearment with me. As first it pissed me off but I've gotten used to it now.
"Sounds like you'd enjoy that"
I tease him and he only responds with a simple scoff.

By the time I was almost finished with the book, only 4 more chapters, Monty was leaving to perform. Before he left, he looked right at me and smirked.
"How's about you run away and hide. I'll come find you when I'm done on stage. It'll be fun"
He chuckled and a part of me actually wanted to do it.
"For me at least"
He added before saluting me with two fingers to the forehead and leaving.

I shut the book, having just read the last word of the final chapter. Looking around, I check the time on my watch.
11:30pm

A spike of excitement went through me when I'd realized I had about 30 more minutes. Thirty whole minutes before Monty'd be off stage and in Parts and Services. I got up and slowly took a couple steps, my ankle hurt a bit but I could walk. The marks were deep and still healing, running would definitely break them open again. I slowly made my way to the back, where the door to parts and service was. Along with his charging pod, a flashlight charger, and a couple boxes leading up to a vent. Looking at it, I decide to throw him off a bit.

I take the beanie I had on, off. Opening a box big enough to fit me. I toss the hat in and close it up. Then I take my sweatshirt off, and unscrew the vent. I quickly climb in and close the vent behind me. I crawl a little further in, stuffing the sweater in the corner of the vent. Making it smell like I was in there. Thank you Monty for bundling me up. I still had a pair of leggings, sweatpants, and a couple shirts on to spare. It was freezing in Monty's room, apparently he overheats too often to have heat in there.

I crawl further, realizing the vents connected to the rest of the band's rooms. I past Roxy's, only knowing it was hers by the purple lights and light smell of burned synthetic hair. She over curls and straightens that hair of hers. Rolling my eyes, I get to Chica's room with the smell of perfume and color of pink everywhere. I kick the vent open enough for it to look like I crawled through it, then I take a shirt off and toss it in the corner, behind the couch.

This is more entertaining then I thought it'd be. I quietly laugh to myself as I spot Chica's perfume. Masking my scent when I find where I'm hiding? I nod to my own question and reach down, grabbing the perfume off her vanity. I tuck it into my pocket, crawling further into the vent, finding an opening. It's to the main hall of Rockstar Row. I kick the vent open enough for me to fit, checking to see if anyone's around.

Nobody was, so I dropped through, landing on my knees and hands. It hurt more then I initially thought, I just need to walk it off. So I do exactly that, heading towards the doors to the customer service counter at the end of the hall. There's a closet there I can hide a shirt of mine in, setting Monty off again. I knew he had a super senses, he was built like an animal. He's quick on his feet and can reach a lot of places, however he's honestly a little slow mentally. So hiding things to put him off was a good idea.

25 minutes later
I hide all my clothes but the leggings, undergarments, and t-shirt I was wearing. I was in the main lobby, roaming around the gift shop. I find a sweatshirt with the gang on it, I use the perfume I borrowed from Chica and coat the sweatshirt in it.

Coughing a bit, I put it on. Hiding the bottle at the service desk, I limp over to the stairs. My ankle hurts more as I walk on it, falling a couple times didn't help either. I decided to hide in one of the strollers in Guest Services. As embarrassing as it was, I fit in them. I'd learned that when I put one of my shirts in a stroller by Bonnie Bowling, I got curious. There were too many people for him to see me from the stage. Even if he tried using his heat-focused vision.

I wiggle into the the stroller, getting comfortable. I quiet sure he'll be search for me for a while. Or at least an hour, even if it's just to humor me. I look down at my wrist where my watch was, shit. I take it off and get out of the stroller, throwing out the door. Fortunately, it lands in the fountain. I get into the stroller, closing it and lean back against it. I take a deep breath and think of things he'd do when he caught me.

Tickle me senseless. Jump-scare me to death. Make me brush his teeth again. Make me clean his nasty ass room, again. Make me stay with him for longer. Make me a personal assistant to him.

So many possibilities.

Monty
She ran. She actually left. I sniffed out some of her clothes she hidden. Such a clever little thing she is. I'm going to have so much fun looking for her.

12:30am
Y/n
I almost fell asleep waiting for him, then I heard the snarl he made when he found my shirt in the gift shop. I covered my mouth to help stop myself from laughing. Monty came out, walking to the fountain and sniffed around. He was walking way, making me inwardly sight in relief. I'm winning this game.

I lost sight of him and covered my mouth, quietly snickering to myself. When I heard the elevator ding, I got out of the stroller and tip toed to the doorway. I watch his tail disappear into the elevator. Then I dart upstairs and through the first set of doors to the daycare. I immediately turn and go to the doors the connect to the guest service desk to rockstar row. Instead of going there, I turn and go down the tunnel that's a short cut to the side of the main stage.

I look around and see Monty huffing, making his way towards Bonnie Bowling. I smile, running to the side stairs. I sprint up, my ankle starts burning. I limp to the bench hidden behind a tree pot. Sitting down, I lift my foot onto my knee and look at my ankle.

Damn it

I ripped the scabs open, Monty is going to throw a fit when he finds out. I keep staring at it, this being the first time I've look at it since-

"Y/n! It's so good to see you!"
Chica squawks very loudly. I immediately look at her and hold my finger out over my lips, to shush her. She immediately covers her mouth, mumble against. Roxy comes up behind her, smacking her ass before resting her arm on Chica's shoulders.

"Why you running from Monty? Piss him off?"
"I- What? How'd you know I was running?"
"Omg! What happened to your ankle?!"
"Moon."

Monty voice causes me to slump in defeat. I sigh and look at him, covering my ankle before quickly set my foot back on the floor.

"Don't even think about it"
He glares at me as I get ready to bolt. I look at Chica and Roxy, before getting up and running behind them to the elevators. I barely get a few feet away when I'm picked up and slung over his shoulder. I huff and put my elbows up on his shoulder, rest my chin on my hands.

"Totally not fair."
I pout and watch as Chica and Roxy slowly disappear from my view.
"Totally is fair. You cheated with those clothes."
"You didn't give any rules"
"I made the game, I don't need rules"
"Then how did I cheat if there's no rules?!"
"Its my game, and I say you cheated"

He chuckles and retreats to Monty Golf instead of his dressing room, holding on tight to my thighs.

"Cheaters get punished."