FNaF: Social Insecurity: Monty X Reader

Chapter I: Employment

You were woken up from your peaceful slumber by the alarm that you'd set. The high pitched, repetitive beeping causing much annoyance as you groaned in discontent.

Tiredly, you hit snooze and fell back asleep nearly instantly.

. . .

Only for the annoying thing to wake you up 5 minutes later. You forced yourself out of bed, eyelids still heavy with sleep as your entire body protested to go back to sleep. Probably wasn't a good idea to stay up until 2:30am chatting with your friends. "Ugh. . . I need some coffee." You thought to yourself as you shambled like a zombie to the kitchen, except instead of needing brains you needed coffee. The pot had already began brewing not too long ago, so all you had to do was pour yourself a mug. You took a sip. . .

Dark and bitter, just like your life which was how you liked it.

As the caffeine woke you up, you prepared breakfast, pouring cereal into a bowl. You poured milk next, putting a spoon in as you headed to the living room and turned on your favorite TV show. Watching your favorite show helped wake you up a little. As you ate your cereal you found out that you'd accidentally poured orange juice into the bowl instead of milk. Must've not noticed from being so tired.

"Whatever." You said out loud as you continued eating your slightly disgusting breakfast

. . .

You finished your breakfast and headed to the bathroom, fixing your slightly disastrous hair and washing your face. You brushed your teeth and headed to your bedroom, deciding to wear your favorite shirt. Unfortunately your favorite pants were still in the washing machine, so you wore the next best thing. You had no more time to waste, as today was your first day at your new job as a dayshift employee at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. The pay was less than exceptional, but you absolutely loved visiting the place so why not get paid to do so? You grabbed your keys and headed out after throwing on your favorite pair of shoes, locking your door and heading out to the driveway.

You approached your small, hot pink BMW beetle. It was an awful vehicle and you hated it, but it was given to you for free from your Uncle who'd recently tragically passed away from Ligma. You sighed as you got in and start the ignition.

Slightly stressed about the first day, you reached into your glovebox and pulled out a bottle/can of your favorite liquor and proceeded to slam the entire thing just like your father always did before driving.
As you got going and eventually reached the main street, traffick was as bad as ever. To add to the difficulty of the say you accidentally ran over a white-masked raccoon who was dancing on the road for some reason.

As you shrugged off your casual roadkill incident, you just kept driving. As you were around halfway there to your surprise in the lane across from your vehicle, you spotted fellow drunk driver and brother in arms (you both fought in the gamers vs furries war) Sans Undertale and Spsmtom (who was sitting in the back in a booster seat.) Sans waved at you, smiling as he stepped on the gas and ran a red light, accidentally flattening an anthropomorphic egyptian cat that was dancing on the sidewalk. You laughed and then smiled to yourself as police began to chase his vehicle. "Typical Sans Undertale from indie game Undertale (2015)" you said out loud.

Lots of boring driving later, you arrived at the plex, pulling into one of the staff parking spots before stepping out of your embarassing vehicle and headed in. The general manager awaited you at the entrance, happy to see you were on time. He was tall and relatively stocky, wearing the standard employee outfit, except with a small badge shaped like Freddy's head with the words 'Manager' pinned to his shirt. He had short brown hair, green eyes, and a chiseled jaw line. This guy looked like he could kick your ass. "Ah, you must by y/n!" He approached you, offering a handshake of which you accepted. He smiled. "Names Bo N. Herr, but call be Richard."