The Lovers Connection (Monty X Freddy X Bonnie X Foxy)

Ch72 Plug

Monty's POV:

I dropped my loves off at home and drove back out on my own to meet my dealer outside of my work building. Yea, I work with my dealer at a theater. Fun fact, he's actually just turning twenty-three this year. If you think that's crazy, you haven't actually spoken to a dealer. Anyway, people smoke on the back all the time, managers don't care so that's where he makes deals. He's got a plug with another guy who is using him as a plug to make them all money, he told me it's none of my business how it works, or anyone's, so I don't know much.
I pulled into the parking lot and got right out of my car and started heading towards the back of the theater. Thank god I don't work today. I locked my car with my keys and continued as I then could easily spot my plug by the dumpster.i smiled and continued my way over.
Right as I walked up, he noticed me and greeted me, "Montgomery." Springtrap had greeted me.
"Trap. How have you been?" I asked him.
"Shitty. You know the deal." Springtrap quickly answered, reaching into a bag he left on the floor.
"I feel like you say that all the time." I joked back.
"Well, it's the same old day over and over." He then said before pulling out a baggy that was filled. "What about you?"
"Trying to do better, I guess. I think it's working out pretty well."
"Thats not what I've heard back from your friends." Springtrap then said before holding out the bag of weed to me after he scaled it.
"They aren't my friends anymore. And whatever they are telling you is bullshit." I argued, taking the bag and giving him the amount I owe him in cash.
"Well, sure sounds like you gave up a lot for a boy."
"I didn't give up shit. I gave up on them cause they are pieces of shit verses that boy. And that boy, is better than whatever those guys thought they were." I started getting defensive. "So I don't give a shit what they say." He kinda stood there for a moment.
"They talk about wanting to beat the shit out of you and that guy. I'm not surprised." He then added.
"Again, I don't care what they pretend they wanna do to me, but they aren't touching him, I promise that."
"No, Monty, I mean these guys wanna fuck you both up. I don't care what situation you're in, I've got my own hell to deal with. I'm just saying that you need to watch your back and his. Cause you obviously know how your friends act." He then told me.
"Yea, can't wait for more of that bullshit." I complained. He went quiet for a moment, going back to his bag.
"I dated a guy once, so I've felt similar to your situation." He suddenly said, catching my attention.
"What... what happened between you two?" I asked, obviously thinking that his sad life didn't contain this guy he was talking about.
"Well, long story short, I didn't treat him the way he deserved to be treated. End of story." He quickly then shut it down before pulling out another small baggy. I got curious, knowing it was stupid to push it though, I tried to hold back.
"That's unfortunate." I only answered before he faced me again.
"The world is a pain and with that bundle of joy, I still couldn't help but fuck it up." He then stuck out another small baggy of weed to me. An offer I didn't ask for. "For your, mans." He then said.
"No extra charge?" I joked.
"Just take the bag before I change my mind." He then got serious, making me laugh as I took the baggy.
"Thanks."
"Listen, dude. People are really gonna fuck with you with what your doing. I mean shit, word spread to me and I ain't even in your stupid fucking school. Your doing something that's not normal to other people. And I don't mean by being with just that guy." He then said, "the feeling your having isn't normal to everyone and no one will understand or give a shit about that. Sure some people might not care, but you're with three guys."
"Shit word really does spread."
"You know I sell a lot to the people you know, they can't stop telling story's so your name obviously wasn't a quiet one. And your relationship ain't so quiet either. People know who you are."
"I know, I know. It's not... its not a normal thing and I get that-"
"I don't think it ever was."
"But I don't care. I mean I'm happy with who I'm with. Why can't people just fuck off about it. None of anyone else's concern other than mine."
"But you realize the world were in. Just you dating one man already puts your name on the hitlist of homos."
"And I will shut that shit down. Why are you pressing me." I got a little defensive.
"Cause no one else will tell you to your face. I'm just helping you, telling you what I heard and how to help. Personality, I don't give a shit about my customers, bit your my dumbass friend I sorta care about." He then said, slightly making me feel better and catch my anger letting out.
"Awe, you care about me?" I then joked.
"Shut the fuck up." He then quickly responded, getting an awkward chuckle out of me. "Just enjoy your extra bag. And keep your dumbass safe." He then wrapped up his conversation.
"Thanks, we definitely will be needing it." I thanked him. He just gave me a slight smile.
"Good. Keep yourself safe. You need me, you know where to find me." He said his good byes as he then grabbed his bag and headed back to the backdoor.
"Thanks, have a good one." I then thanked him again as I started walking away.
"And hey!" He then called back to me, making me slightly turn back around. "Don't fuck up like I did." He then walked inside.
I'm not too sure what he's talking about he did, but from what he told me and how he acts, pretty sure I have an idea. I continued my pace to my car, unlocking it with my remote keys and then proceeding to get in the car. To hear that Springtrap used to be gay kinda surprises me. He seems like the straight type for how he acts, maybe is until he met that guy. I do wonder though why he was so concerned. Maybe he lived a similar experience with his guy like I am with mine. And obviously people aren't happy about who I am, knowing the gator crew already talked to them, so im not shocked what will happen next. I just gotta not fuck up.