Where Did All The Time Go? //Glittergolf/Montydrop Fanfiction\\

💚-Chapter 11: Back To Work-💚

Sun POV
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I sighed as I sat up in the bed, my head aching. I didn't want to go back to work today. Me and Moon were still recovering. I groaned, standing up off of the bed and stretching out my arms. I walked over to my backpack and grabbed some clothes out of it. I know we were going to be in our animatronic forms the whole time basically, but to get there and such, we have to be in our human forms. I pulled out some comfy clothes and begun to get dressed. Once I finished, I tossed my dirty clothes aside and walked out of the room with my phone in my hand.

Do we have to go? Yes...sadly... If only they would give us like a month off... That'd be way too long...plus...they need us there, Moony...and to be honest, I still don't trust us by ourselves! Mmmm...fine...

I sighed, walking into the living room. Chica smiled when she saw me. She looked over to me. "You two ready?" She asked. I shrugged. "Not really...but do we have a choice...?" I asked. She sighed, shaking her head. "No...sadly not...." She mumbled. I nodded. "Okay...well let's go." I said, walking out the front door. "Wait! You still need breakfast!" Chica said, running after me. I shook my head. "We can't eat well this early." I mumbled. She sighed again, nodding. "Okay...well, I'll drive us both there! I'm not sure if I can drive you home with me though because you two get off later than me."

"Who will we ride with though?" I asked, getting in the car, her doing the same. She shrugged. "I know Monty stays as late as you two do...but you guys aren't exactly fond of him...are you?" She asked. I sighed. "It's not that...he's just...is very..."

"Aggressive?" She asked. I nodded. "A bit...but we will ask..." I mumbled. Chica smiled, nodding. "Alright then! Buckle up and we will be on our way!" She said. I nodded, buckling and laying back, regretting my life decisions.

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At Work
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I groaned, walking into the "staff only" room. I decided to turn into my animatronic form in here. I quickly and quietly did so, yawning a little afterwards. I walked out, dreading the day ahead of us.

Should we go ahead and ask Montgomery before we go to the daycare? I'm surprised you're not irritated with the idea. Oh, trust me. I am. I just know we don't really have a choice. Yeah...okay, sure. I'll go ask him...

I sighed and begun walking to, Monty's Gator Golf. Once I arrived I hesitantly walked into the building. "Oi! We aren't open-" Monty stopped, seeing it was me. "-yet...oh...it's you..." He said, sounding a bit annoyed. I crossed my arms a little. "What do you want?" Asked Monty. "Chica said she couldn't drive us home tonight...she brought up the idea that you might..." I explained. Monty let out a small laugh. "Me? You want ME to drive YOU home?"

"Uh...yes...?" I mumbled. I heard Moon growl a little. "The answer is no." Monty spat. I narrowed my eyes. "W-What? Why?!" I asked, raising my voice a little. Monty rolled his eyes. "Because it's not my job to take care of you. Plus I didn't bring extra stuff with me."

"Stuff?" I tilted my head. "What stuff?" I asked, confused. Monty sighed. "I drive a motorcycle dingus. I didn't bring extra stuff for you to wear like a fucking helmet-"

"We don't need that. We have good grip!" I said. Monty looked up at me. "YOU have good grip. Moon doesn't. Trust me, I know that."

Valid.

I sighed. "Well...can we at least try? We literally don't have any other way home." I said. "And why exactly can't Chica drive you?" Monty asked. "She said she got off earlier than us." I said. Monty sighed. "That's...a lie, but okay."

"A lie? Chica doesn't lie to us-"

"Sun. She literally gets off at the same time as the both of us. Unless she has something planned today, which I doubt." Monty said.

That little- language. You don't get mad at Monty for cussing! I can't. I'm currently trying to get us a way home right now- well as in home you mean Chica's house. Yes Moon. I mean Chica's house.

I sighed. "So...can you?" I asked. Monty groaned. "Fine. But it's not on me if you fall off the bike and die." He said, walking off. "Okay..." I mumbled, walking out of, Gator Golf.

Well...back to work I guess... Yep. Back to hell.