Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.

Questions

"How did you befriend Jay?" Roxy questioned. Monty paused, giving her a look.

"Why? Ya' wanna try n make friends with 'er too?" He asked. Roxy shook her head.

"I just have no idea how you did it." She said honestly. Monty rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to retort.

But he stopped short, mouth closing and eyebrows furrowing. Looked down at his hands, currently signing a picture for some oh-so-lucky soul to find in their monty-themed cereal. Like there weren't over a hundred other signed pictures.

"Ah... ah don' know." He looked concerned as he turned to Roxy. She blinked.

And blinked again.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Roxy said, astonished. Monty threw his hands up.

"Ah mean ah don't know! Ah just stumbled ah'cross er one day when we were playin! And then we jus' started talking! Ah don' know!" Monty said, moving his elbows on his desk and letting his head fall in his hands.

He looked one second away from a mental breakdown.

Roxy stood, walking over to awkwardly pat his shoulder.

"It's alright! I was just wondering, have been for a while— that's a perfectly fine way to become friends." Roxy wasn't entirely sure of her words, but hey, it worked for those two, right?

...right!?

...no, it totally did. One day Monty literally picked Jay up. And one day he called her an idiot. No reaction other than laughter to either of those. If someone else even looked at her in an emotion more complicated than casual contentedness, she looked ready to burst into tears.

And the one time someone on the staff team (ahem, Nia, ahem,) touched her briefly on the arm, she jumped ten feet in the air and it looked like her shoulders were so tense it hurt Roxy's shoulders.