Rivals (Monty x Reader x Freddy)

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Y/n pov

“...Y/N? Can you hear me? Please, wake up…” A voice filtered through the haze, accompanied by someone tapping and shaking your shoulder.

You were being pulled from the comforting darkness, and it was annoying. You just wanted to stay asleep.

“Mmm…” you mumbled, trying to resist the pull back to consciousness.

But the voice persisted, growing more urgent, “Y/N, come on, sweetie, wake up. I really need you right now…”

You tried to ignore it, to sink back into the dark, peaceful void.

But then… “Please, it’s Monty…”

Monty? What's wrong with Monty?

The urgency in the voice forced you to push the darkness away, compelling yourself to fully wake up. If something is wrong with Monty, you need to help him.

As the darkness faded, your eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh neon lights around you. You felt disoriented, and Sandra's panicked expression only heightened your confusion.

“Hey! Hey! Welcome back to reality, hun!” she laughed, but it was a dry, strained sound, laced with worry.

“What… happened?” you asked, trying to push yourself up. But a sharp pain shot through the back of your head, forcing you to clutch at the throbbing spot.

Holy fuck, that hurts.

Sandra's eyes darted around the room, her voice shaky. “Uh, Monty said you fell and hit your head… but—”

Monty… He was sad and.. freaking out, you think? And then… then what?

“Monty? Where is he?” you interrupted, your thoughts feeling broken amd scrambled as concern for him surged through you.

“About that…” Sandra chuckled nervously, her eyes widening as she glanced toward the door.

“There you are…”

The voice wasn’t Sandra’s this time, but Monty’s. You both looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a twisted smile curling his lips.

But something was wrong—terribly wrong. That wasn’t Monty’s usual smile, and his voice had a menacing edge to it.

“Fuck, Y/N, we gotta go. Please tell me you can run,” Sandra hissed frantically, trying to pull you out of the bed.

“What? Why?” you turned your gaze to Monty, confusion and fear mingling in your chest. “Monty? Why are you talking like that?”

His eyes snapped to you, and what you saw made your blood run cold. His pupils were slitted, glowing with an eerie red light that sent a chill down your spine.

Fear gripped you as he began to stalk closer, his posture and movements far more monstrous than you’d ever seen. This wasn’t Monty—this was something else.

“Party’s over, kids…” he sang, his sharp claws extending menacingly.

“Y/N, that’s not Monty! We need to run, now!” Sandra was practically yanking you off the bed, her voice thick with terror.

Finally grasping the danger, you stumbled out of the bed and ran with her, adrenaline fueling your desperate escape.

Sandra led you to the security office, slamming the door shut behind you. The two of you pressed against the wall, gasping for breath, trying to steady your racing hearts.

“What’s wrong with him?!” you asked, panic rising in your voice.

“I… I don’t know… but something similar happened to Foxy…” Sandra muttered, her gaze growing distant as if haunted by memories.