Trapped in His Jaws, Loved in His Talons | Monty Gator x Reader

Chapter One: Under the Rubble

"Rubble here, rubble there, rubble disappear."

That was the cheesy catchphrase the company Y/N worked for used. The sun was high in the sky, temperatures setting in the 80s as the hateful rays beat down on the crew. One after another, workers piled out of the trucks, ready to start the day. A few months ago, the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex had fallen due to an electrical fire. At least, that's what the press said. 

Y/N looked around the size, an uncanny feeling settling in their gut from the blinking sign that sat above the debris. A man wearing a black suit stood beside the ruin before he turned to watch the crew approach, Y/N following behind. Their boss, Mike, took a step forward to greet the man with a handshake to exchange pleasantries.

"You must be Mr. Dean," Mike stated, a man that stood at 5'9, shaggy hair and beard with worn clothes. 

"I am," the man said with a nod of greeting toward the crew, his eyes falling on Y/N before turning back to Mike. "Like I said in the note, clear out all the concrete and pillars. If you find any animatronics, put them in a pile off to the side."

Whispers came from the crew, but a wave of the hand from Mike silenced them as he gave Mr. Dean a nod, "Roger that boss. Judging from the wreckage, it's going to be around a week's project, maybe two."

Mr. Dean raised a brow before he slowly nodded, beginning to walk away, "I'll give you two weeks. As long as I get my bots, you're good to go."

Mike took off his hard hat to scratch his head before he turned to the crew, his lips set in a firm line, "You heard him. If you find a bot, grab a buddy and move them to the side. Let's get to it people. Light stuff first."

The crew disbanded, Y/N heading off a little far from the others, picking up as much light stuff as they could before loading the wheelbarrow. Once it was loaded, they brought it back over to the trucks, switching out with an empty one before returning to their spot. The process continued for a few hours until lunch was called. Majority of the crew sat by the trucks, basking in the shadows they cast aside from Y/N. Instead, Y/N sat beside their wheelbarrow, chewing slowly on their sandwich as they looked around, their eyes flicking from the crew to the rubble. Sweat dripped from their forehead, making them wipe it away with their handkerchief.

Just as they were about to take another bite, a whirling sound came from behind them. The sound of gears grinding against rock filled their ears and yet, the sound was muffled from the rubble. Y/N turned to the crew to see if anyone else had noticed the sound, but none of the other workers showed any signs of hearing it. Setting down their sandwich, Y/N turned toward the rubble, moving away some debris. After a view minutes, a dirty green metal sheet came into view. At first, it didn't move, making Y/N wonder if it was an old stage prop. Just as they were about to turn back to their sandwich, the metal sheet whirled and pushed out of the rubble, revealing what seemed to be a damaged head with the shape of an alligator. 

Y/N fell back in surprise, but the animatronic didn't stop. It set it's eyes on Y/N, trying to reach for them despite being weighed down by the rubble. Y/N scrambled to their feet quickly, a look of panic on their face.

"Guys! A little help here!" They called, and the rest of the crew rushed to their feet, heading over as fast as they could. 

Some gasps came from the group, whispers like "What is that thing", "Why is it still moving" spread like wildfire. Mike pushed through the crowd and stood beside Y/N, his face grim as he pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Dean speaking," the man on the other line spoke. 

"Yeah, Mr. Dean," Mike spoke, his voice harsh. "You ain't say nothing about the bots being alive. Now what?"

An unbearable silence came from the other end, then the sound of rustling papers. "Alive," Mr. Dean finally spoke, even through the phone the crew could hear his breathless bewilderment. 

"There's a switch on the back of his neck, reach that and it'll power him down," Mr. Dean stated. At the man's words, Mike let out a harsh scoff.

"You honestly think I'm letting my crew touch the damn thing?" He snapped. "Last thing I need is one losing their hand."

"Please rest assured that any injuries sustained during this job will be covered by our company," Mr. Dean stated. "Send in whoever you think is best."

With a click, the call ended, causing Mike to curse under his breath as he pocketed his phone. Rubbing his brow, he looked over all of the crew before his eyes landed on Y/N. "You," Mike spoke, pointing at them. "You're new, ain't ya?"

Y/N nodded, fidgeting with their fingers, "That's right sir."

"Great," Mike's hands clapped together. "How does a bonus sound, hm? Paid vacation if your arm comes off?"

Y/N gave him a look of disbelief, not believing a single word Mike was saying. The bot continued to whirl under the rubble, swaying back and forth like a gator in the water. Y/N turned to look at the bot, fear washing over them. The bot's mouth was open, it's jarred metal teeth on full display. It's bottom jaw almost looked dislodged, but Y/N knew not to trust it. With a gulp, Y/N turned to look at Mike, crossing their arms, "Three paid vacations."

Mike's eyes widened in surprise, looking Y/N over before looking the bot over. Then, with a nod, Mike agreed to the terms. Y/N turned to face the bot, taking a slow step forward, then another. The bot's eyes were still trained on them, almost like they wouldn't stop looking until the target was taken care of. Y/N took a small side step, and it made the bot freeze. Another step, no movement. Another, nothing. 

Almost as if the bot couldn't move anymore, that it was a statue. However Y/N knew from the glint in it's eyes, it was far from that. After a few more steps, Y/N stood on the rubble on top of the bot, out of it's eyesight. They slowly knelt down, there hands reaching for the illuminated switch at the base of the gator's neck. Just as they were about to flip it, the rubble slipped from under their feet, and the bot rushed out, only having it's head and a ruined torso. With lightning speed, it's head whirled and latched onto Y/N's outstretched arm, causing them to let out a horrid scream of pain. 

The intensity of the bot's jaws made Y/N uneasy, their vision becoming blurred. The pain coursed through their veins, causing them to let out gaping gasps to calm themselves. With the last bit of strength they could muster, Y/N tackled the bot, covering it's eyes with their free hand before leaning their head down to use their teeth to turn off the switch. 

The crew rushed forward, a few trying to pry the bot's jaws open as it died, their voices shouting and some running off to call for help but it all faded out of existence as Y/N fell unconscious.