Rivals (Monty x Reader x Freddy)

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Y/n pov

After a wonderfully exhausting night with Monty, you found yourself facing a slightly awkward situation with Sandra the next morning.

“Good morning, YN and—Monty?” Sandra’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of you both.

You were slumped in a chair, barely awake, while Monty was sprawled on the floor next to you, leaning against the wall.

“Good morning,” you said, hoping your disheveled hair concealed the telltale marks Monty had left on your neck.

Sandra, however, seemed to read the situation perfectly. With a mischievous grin, she remarked, “It smells like sex in here.”

Your cheeks flushed bright red. “What— we didn’t—” you stammered, scrambling for a plausible excuse, but Sandra just shushed you with a knowing smile.

“Please, you both look like you just had a night to remember. You’re practically glowing,” she teased. “You two troublemakers better get going before the whole pizzaplex gets wind of your... activities. I’ll see you both later.” With a playful wave, she ushered you out of the room.

Monty helped you to his room, your thighs aching from the night’s adventures. Once inside, you decided it was best to stay at the pizzaplex in Monty’s room until your shift began.

The comfort of Monty’s room proved irresistible. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light, enveloped in deep, restful sleep.

You barely even registered the kitten cuddling up beside you.

You didn’t stir until Monty’s gentle tapping roused you. He had settled beside you on the sofa, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace.

“Wake up, my princess,” he murmured, his breath tickling the side of your neck as he nuzzled in close.

You stretched and gave a contented sigh, blinking sleepily as you met his bright red eyes.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice husky from sleep.

“About thirty minutes until your shift starts,” Monty said, his tone playful. “But today’s schedule is a bit different.”

“Different? How so?”

“We have a performance today,” Monty explained, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ll accompany me to parts and service for a bit before the show begins. After that, you can watch me from the crowd—and I suppose you can keep an eye on the others, too.”

“Oh no, I need to get ready!” You jumped out of his embrace, heading straight for his vanity with a flurry of activity.

The poor kitten had flung off the couch and you took a moment to pet her and apologize before sitting down at the vanity.

Fortunately, you had some essentials stashed in your bag.

As you faced the mirror, the remnants of last night’s escapades were clear, but thinking about it made your heart flutter with excitement.

Monty propped himself up on the sofa, watching with an amused smile as you hurried to make yourself presentable.

Brushing out your hair had become a painful task. The silence in the room was heavy, and as you stared at your reflection, a nagging feeling settled in your chest. Something was missing.

You continued to brush, your eyes narrowing as you tried to pinpoint what was off. Then it hit you.

Your bra. And the vivid memory of Monty cutting it with his claw during a moment of overzealous passion.