Superstar Stories

Alligator, not Crocodile

A/N: This is kind of similar to the last chapter, (I'll post the second part soon, don't worry) but I got a request from bramblelover on A03 and I couldn't not do it. Thanks for the request!

This takes place after part 2 of Take Two, but the order doesn't really matter since that one isn't out yet. Happy reading!

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"Freddy, seriously?" Gregory huffed, running to catch up with the bear, "Leaving me at the daycare was one thing, cause it's actually meant for kids, but Monty? That's practically a death wish!"

"Gregory, I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak of my friends in such ways." Freddy put that weird fond-but-somehow-still-disappointed look (how did a robot even have that much expression?) that always managed to make Gregory feel guilty, and he wilted.

"..Sorry. But it's true! I mean, he tore his own room up for no reason!" Gregory crossed his arms, having to run again to keep pace. Curse these stupid legs..

Freddy just sighed. "Superstar, I think that's enough. I don't have any other choice, you are not allowed in parts and service."

"..fine, fine, whatever," Gregory rolled his eyes. "Throw me to the wolve- ..alligators, see if I survive."

"That's the spirit!" Freddy noticed Gregory trying to catch up yet again, so he just started carrying him. It was quite easy to ignore the screams of protests- Freddy was used to it by now.

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Gregory ended up finding Monty in Rockstar Row and had stood in his way until he spoke. Monty raised a brow, staring at Gregory from behind the shades. "What're you here for?"

"..Freddy sent me? Did he not tell you?" Gregory adjusted the straps on his backpack -Freddy had made him pack one since he had been a little bored at the daycare last week-. He did his own scrutinizing on Monty, realizing that that wasn't just regular metal shine. Monty looked like he had been soaked, but then wasn't dried very thoroughly. "Why are you wet?"

"..well-"

An hour ago ★

Monty was polishing one of his golf clubs, enjoying the lively scenery. Things have been much more interesting, and just less.. decrepitly sad since the place reopened. It was nice. Unfortunately, that didn't last for long.

"Monty, Monty!" A young girl tapped on his leg, wanting to get his attention. Monty recognized her as Avery, a regular since before the Plex closed. "Kelly threw my club out of bounds!" He didn't recognize that name.

"Did not! You just don't know how to play!" Kelly stuck her tongue out, her arms crossed as she slowed to a stop.

Avery huffed, shoving Kelly. "You don't play golf, you golf golf!"

"That's not how it works!" Kelly quickly retaliated by shoving her back, and the pair was getting dangerously close to both Monty and the fence surrounding one of the ponds.

Monty put his club down, trying to gently corral them away from the water. "Girls, I'm all for a little roughhousing, but how about-"

Monty's words fell on deaf ears, as they just kept arguing. "That is too how you play!"

"Nuh-uh!"