Proprietorial - Glamrock Bonnie X FemReader

Damn, if These Walls Could Talk.

I have been working at the Pizzaplex for a solid four months now and I STILL don't know where everything is. The place is fucking huge, first of all. Second of all, all of the hallways and corridors connect like a fucking ant colony.

"Have you seen my screwdriver, Monty?" You asked, looking up from inside the gator's chest cavity. You had blindly felt around your toolbox for a full fifteen seconds before realizing: it's not there.

You groaned in annoyance, Monty currently in power save mode or 'napping' as he likes to call it. You hopped down from your step stool and looked around the grounds of the protective cylinder.

"Ah-ha! I found it. Thanks for all your help, Monty," You said sarcastically, climbing back up the stool.

"No problem, sugar. Let me know if you need my help for anythin' else."

"You dick!" you tapped the butt end of the tool on his snout, making him whine. "ANYWAYS, before you pretended to ignore me by sleeping-"

"I really was! This whole 'sit here n' stay awake while I rearrange your insides' has never been my cup o' tea, doll," He grinned a toothy smile.

"Okay buddy, whatever you say. Well, you should've thought about how much you DREADED sitting here with me before you challenged that kid to a sword fight with golf clubs!" You exclaimed, reaching inside him and reconnecting a fistful of wires. His suddenly stoic and shit-eating grin turned into a much more uncomfortable snarl.

"Sorry, almost done. There, how does that feel?"

"Much better, thank ya',"

You slapped a giant band-aid themed sticker over the hole in his chestplate and pulled your gloves off with your teeth.

"The hell is this?!" He mentioned the band-aid and you snickered.

"I ordered them for you guys, aren't they cute? I'll be using them whenever you get into trouble, and we have to wait for your new parts to come in." You rolled your eyes and exited the protective cylinder, Montgomery close in tow. He pouted as you filled out his report and attached an image top right corner of him and his band-aid. You couldn't help but laugh, making him even more upset.

"This is bullshit! I'm going to go n' find somethin' to put over this. I'll get ya' back, don't you worry," He pointed an accusing claw at you as he backed away into the elevator.

"Oookay Monty, I'll be waiting. Make smarter choices, please! AND STOP STEALING MY TOOLS! I NEED THEM!" You returned the accusing finger and he looked confused.

"I didn't take nothin' from ya' lately, honest. Must've dropped it somewhere. See ya'," He waved slowly and menacingly, making you scoff.

"Sure, okay." You said under your breath, finalizing the report. "Annnd done! Alright, first we gotta file this and thennn look for my missing drill bit, I suppose," You bit the inside of your cheek, placing the papers inside the manilla folder with Monty's name printed across the top. You pushed the file cabinet closed with your hip and double checked your toolbox.

"Yeah, no. Still missing," You assured yourself and tried to remember where you could've dropped it.

Yesterday you weren't called in to fix any animatronics, but to replace the grate on the vent in Fazer Blast.

"Maybe there?" You turned your head to double check the map that hung on the wall.

Right, okay...So upstairs and to the..right??

You bit your lips together and shrugged, you'll just ask mapbot if you can't figure it out.

And so, you were on your way.