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The Rest of the Boys (Part 1)

You look at Dakota, a lot more confused than before. "There are more of you robots? I thought there was only there was the seven of you. Not, nine." You say, looking rapidly between the two.

"I dunno Sun 'n Moon all that well. They be nah allowed out o' the daycare. At least, from wha' I know o'. I 'ave only heard tales from the guests." The female pirate explains. "The rest o' us don't go in thar, anyways."

You huff. "How many robots are there??" Your voice getting higher pitched and louder, with each word you spoke. And, being right next to Dakota, you can hear a high pitched ringing from her. The female tensed, but relaxed after a second. Not knowing what that was, you have a wave of worry wash over you. You turn to look at her.

"What was that? Are you alright?" Not dilencing your worries much, she nods.

"I be fine. Me hearin' receptors are sensitive." She shrugs. You sigh, glad that it was nothing major. It, honestly, gave you quite the scare.

Brandi stops the conversation. "We have three others, before Sun and Moon. Let's take care of them first." She says, patting the wolf's shoulder. Dakota nods, understanding. Though, she seems a little disappointed that Brandi stopped the conversation.

"Alright, onto Monty's room it is." Brandi begins walking down Rockstar Row, with you and Dakota in toll. The bot next to you, didn't say anything. She must not be in a talkative mood, right now. You wonder why. She seemed more chipper earlier. Maybe something happened.

Now, the three of you stand in front of the door. No one made a move to knock on the door. Why? Well, all you could here was crashing and somethings breaking. Brandi said that if his "tantrum" doesn't stop soon, someone is going to have to calm him down. Are, y'know, power him off. That's a good way, too.

"So, which one o' us be goin' in thar?" Dakota asks, shifting from one foot to the other. You look at her, then the door, then back at her. You rapidly shake your head.

"There's no way I'm going in there. He'll tear me to shreds!" You exclaim, holding you hands close to your chest.

Dakota glances at Brandi, hoping that she does say yes. But of course, "Nope. I ain't going in there." Brandi puts her hands up and backs away from the door. You were already as far as you could go from the door, practically against the wall. This makes Dakota huff.

"Are ye kiddin' me? Ye're goin' t' make me do it?" She says, tugging on her robotic ears, with a soft groan. "Ye two are jerks..." She grumbles, glaring at the both of you. Brandi just shrugs.

"Survival of the fittest. You should've backed out sooner." She says, with a smug look. Dakota growls, turning away again.

"I be blamin' ye both if I get torn apart." She states. Then, without another word, she waltzes in. You look at Brandi, then at the door. She may look tough right now, but in reality, she's practically a scared cat.

You can hear the slight sound of to people arguing with each other, along with one more crashing sound. There is no way, she really calm him down. There's no way.

Then, to yours and Brandi's surprise, the door opens. Standing there is Dakota. Not a scratch or dent anywhere on her mental skin. And, you could spot Monty behind here. With a snarl on his face.

He has dark skin, chest covered in a fish net like material. With a leather jacket on top of it, the sleeves seemingly ripped from the rest of the fabric. Dark purple fingerless gloves cover his hands. Bracelets with spikes cover his wrist and upper arm. Green pants, looking like they are trying to match scales from a lizard, cover his legs. Black boots with red lacing comes after. And, his whole outfit is topped of with his iconic purple star glasses and his bright red Mohawk. That never seems to fade.

"I reckon I got lucky, that time. Surprisingly..." She mumbles the last part, quiet enough so couldn't hear, but loud enough to where you and Brandi could hear. Her comment makes you slightly concern about what would've happened if she didn't 'get lucky'. But, the thought is quickly dismissed, a the three of you walk in. Then, your eyes widen at the state of his room.

Guitar pieces are everywhere, making it to where you had to be careful where you stepped. Each piece was a different color. A yellow guitar neck. A red body fragments. A bright green strings. Why they are green is unknown.

An arcade machine is thrown to the ground. The screen is cracked and some buttons are missing. The back and side of it is torn out and shredded apart, giving you the ability to see the wires from inside. You grimace.

"Hurry it up, will ya? I don't have a desire to be near any of you, right now. Especially you, Dakota. Just barging in my room like that." He complains, shooting a glare at the wolf.

Surprisingly, she didn't flinch away. Actually, she walks in front of you and Brandi, acting like a guard between you and Monty. Despite her being at least a foot shorter than him.

"I only came in here t' calm ye down, so ye didn' hurt Brandi 'n (Y/n), that's it! I don't care wha' ye might do t' me, ye better nah lay a claw on 'em." She growls at him. You could tell that she wasn't threatening him. She was telling him, sternly.

Monty rolls his eyes. "You're getting some guts from Foxy, ain't 'cha?" He growls, taking off his sunglasses to look at her.

"No. I got that courage, on me own." She says, fixing her belt. Not even sparing a glance at him. That's how much courage she has, as of right now.

The gator scoffs. He was obviously annoyed with her presence. And, maybe yours and Brandi's too.

After a few moments a silence, you decide to find the tablet. Just so you, Brandi, and Dakota could get out of Monty's bright red hair.

Even with the mess, you were able to find the dark green colored tablet. And, to you're relief, it wasn't cracked and still functional. You're a bit shocked at that fact. But, decide to not ask.

The air was thick throughout the system check-up. Dakota was leaning against a wall. The farthest away from Monty. This action was probably for the best.

You can feel the cold stare from the robot's scarlet eyes. Making a shiver crawl up your spine. Why did they all have to look at you....

"You're a bit jumpy..." The gator comments, not moving an inch. You blink, slowly looking up at him. Seeing your scared state, makes him smirk.

"Like a tiny, frail bunny. Are you scared of a gator?" He pretends to pout, making you huff. But, say nothing. There is no point in engaging with him, in a wrong way.

Soon, a beeping sound signals that the check up is done and the three of you take your leave. To, most likely, everyone's great relief. You knew Brandi and Dakota didn't want to be here, sharing the feeling. And, of course, the male bot just wanted you three gone.

As you start walking to Bonnie's room, Brandi tries to start up a conversation. Oddly about Foxy's and Dakota's relationship.

"So, have you and Foxy been getting along?" Brandi starts off, making the robot female tense.

"Aye, we do. Though, he does seem mighty....distant." She admits, with a small frown. Brandi pats her shoulder, flashing a comforting smile.

"He'll warm up, soon."

Brandi's response makes Dakota scoff.

"Ay. 'n pigs fly." She fires back. "The cap'n doesn't change. Nah fer someone like me." The wolf states, picking up her pace.

You turn to the dark skin toned female, a frown present on both of your faces. The pirate wolf must a bit unwelcomed here. Obviously, she's the newest model. There wasn't many things that showcased her. A poster here and there is what was present.

But, nonetheless, you all walk to Bonnie's room.

Sorry if this seems rushed! I just wanted to give you guys a chapter, as it's been a while ^^"

I do plan on two, maybe three chapters next time!