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``Metal Hearts``

Arthur Note: Sorry for the inconsistency I promised you guys, school has started once again, and I’ve been busy with that and focusing on me a bit! This chapter is going to be pretty Monty based since I’ve grown to love this dude, so to all you Monty fans, enjoy! ;)

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Chapter 5. 

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Once again standing outside of Montgomerys room was familiar, though this time it was for more personal things rather than work; though you’d argue your idea could help you out with your job.

Clank Clank Clank

You rapped your hands against the solid door, before backing up and placing a hand on you hip as you waited. A few seconds passed before heavy, seemingly annoyed footsteps clacked towards the door. You heard him mumble under his breath, before messing with the door and cracking it open and poking his snout out.

``I’m busy.`` He growled, his statement leaving no negotiation.

``Monty, it’s just me.`` You sighed, hand dropping from your thigh to tug the door handle. He snorted, allowing you to open the door and face him, his ruby eyes glowed in the darkness that surrounded him.

``Why is it always so dark, turn a light on or something!`` 

``I don’t like lights.`` 

``Well I have a question to ask, and I want to see you when I ask.`` You furrowed your gaze, the Alligator had proven to be quite the stubborn type. A royal pain in your ass, always watching you with eyes so daunting, refusing help with anything, and overall avoiding all associations you’d try to form a good partnership with him.

He groaned, his glowing eyes disappearing for a moment as he leant to the side of the wall and flicked on the lights.

Wow.

The gator seemed normal, looks wise, though you’d noted quite a few things he seemed to have taken up in his room; mainly his comfort wear.

``The hell are you staring at.`` He gruffed, his gaze pointed down at you over his snout. 

Monty wore a fairly baggy pair of sweatpants, they seemed quite comfortable to him as they hugged his curves and grazed over his lower abdomen. His shoulder pads were gone, you guessed he also took them off when he wasn’t needed for the public. His hair, usually it’s perfectly places mohawk with rarely any frizzled strands laid lazily just over his forehead, while some of it held its place; it seemed to have relaxed as much as Monty did after the evening show.

``Where...did you get those?`` You mumbled, gaze drifting down to where his hips held the pants.

He looked down, ``Oh, these?`` The gator looked up quite nonchalantly.

``I got them from Vanessa.`` He stated, ``I wanted something to wear, makes me seem more alive, I guess.``

You slowly nodded as he shrugged, you looked back up at him. Your tail began to sway lightly as your mind boggled up your question from earlier.

``Teach me how to play guitar.`` Your hands found your hips, your best bet when deciding to ask the alligator was to seem very forward, and as he did; leave no negotiation.

``Huh?`` He grinned, eyelids slanting in question. ``Why the hell do you wanna know how to play guitar?`` Monty mirrored your movement, placing his hands on his hips.

You felt your muzzle tighten, ``Uhm...I just wanna!`` You snapped, eyes rolling before you snorted, ``To make me feel more alive, I guess.`` You muttered, watching him take in your joke.

Monty stared at you for a moment, before slowly closing the door. 

``Wait! Monty! Pleassseeee~`` You wailed, gripping the side of the door and using your claws to keep it still.

``No, I can’t teach you since it’s not even in your programming. You would’t understand how to do it.`` 

``Yes I will, I’ll soak it up! Please just try!`` 

He sighed, letting go of the door. You had to dodge it as it swung back, inches from landing right on your nose. You silently lifted your arms and swung them around in a small victory dance.

``You coming or what?`` He spoke from inside, you nodded happily.

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``You’re not placing your fingers in the right places.`` He mumbled, watching you mirror his movements he’d shown you moments before.

It had been a good hour or two, you both lost track at this point. As Monty told you before, it was hard, harder than you thought. Not only fighting your mental programming, but also having to learn something you’ve never been exposed to from scratch.

``I’m trying, I’m trying.`` You muttered, focused gaze on the neck of the guitar as you gave it another strum. The tune uneven, and leaving you frustrated.

Monty sat back on his couch, arms crossed lazily as he watched you closely. You would tell him to quit staring at you so closely but feared it would only make him more annoyed with you, you did bring this on him after all. 

His legs spread as he let out a deep sigh, ``We’re done for today.`` 

You frowned, ``But-``

``Come back tomorrow and we can do this again.`` He muttered, eyes flicking to look elsewhere.

``Oh! Yes! Thank you!`` You yelped, jumping up. You figured after your horrible display of your lack of musical talent whatsoever, he’s drop this idea entirely and pretend it never happened. 

``On one condition.`` He stated, ruby gaze flicking to look you in your eyes.

``Oh, yeah what’s up?`` 

``You can’t tell Vanessa, or any staff what we’re doing. You’ll get in trouble, and they’ll bite my ass about it.`` 

``Oh.`` You looked down, ``Yeah, I can do that.`` You hadn’t thought this far, given you didn’t know you’d even be able to convince him in the first place.

``And don’t tell the others about my sweatpants, Roxy will make fun of me.``

You laughed lightly, ``Of course, Monty.``

``Now get out.``

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Arthur Note: Thank you for reading! Once again, sorry for the very long awaited update. <3 ALSO SORRY IF SOME OF YOU ARE NOT NOTIFIED ON THE TAG-LIST, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO FIX IT.

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``Bitter Dust``

Arthurs Note: I was asked to do a cute little fluff filled imagine with Freddy by a fan! I hope they enjoy it and that you do as well! I was considering making the reader an animatronic mechanic but decided a little change would be nice! GenderNeutral!Reader x GlamRock Freddy

Thank you @kenzierayne​ for the request, hope you enjoy! <3

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    The stench of old metal and bolts rotting away in control panels seemed to be the only thing you could smell for the last hour, making your way around the resort like building to crack all the panels that needed fixing; and fumbling with the old wires that seemed almost to ruined to repair.

A silent sigh escaped your lips, eyes darting blindly as you shoved your head in one of the opened panels to get a closer look, the light you had raised next to your head seemed useless with the thick fog like darkness that surrounded you. Your nose, seemingly having enough with the dusty corridors tickled for a moment, causing you to sneeze. 

``Ugh! Ow-`` You yelped, the sudden sneeze causing you to suddenly sling your head upwards, the small opening you’d managed to shove it in giving little to no room for you to move it around freely, causing you to slam your neck into the rusted metal sides. 

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment to regain a sense of desire to just finish your job and go grab something to eat from the Pizzaria. 

A firm felt object suddenly made impact with your behind, bringing another yelp of surprise from you. Though the slap was light, given the hardness of the hand, it left your ass stinging from the impact.

``Freddy, I’m working!`` You hissed, with a sharp pull you managed to unnerve your head from the small opening; face most definitely covered in smoot and dust along with god knows what; you faced the perpertrator.

Freddy Goddamn FazBear.

``Oh, sorry to disturb. I didn’t know if you were stuck or not.`` The bear snorted, his eyes casting a gaze slowly down your form, eventually making their way back to your face.

``Why are you so dirty?`` He muttered, backing up and placing his hands on his hips to study you, he took a moment of thinking before you nipped back.

``I’ve been working.`` 

He rolled his eyes, hands dropping from where they placed on him.

``I forgot.`` He muttered apologetically, seemingly dancing on the heels of his feet as he waited for you to walk closer to him.

You lifted your shirt to rub over your face, your eyes peeking at him from where they poked out from behind the material.

``Where did you even learn to...smack me like that?`` You questioned, brows raised, this ought to be a fun answer. Especially given that this animatronic was made to be lovable and kind, most certainly not violent or dare you say flirty.

He stood, seemingly confident, ``I see men do it often with their girlfriends, thought I’d give it a try.`` The bear grinned, chest puffing out in esteem. He looked down at you, before considering.

``It didn’t hurt you or anything, right?`` His ear twitched in question, a rather frequent que you’d learned to pick-up on within the past year you’d worked along-side the animatronic; usually it meant a sense of guilt, but also associated with a tone of mischief.

``N-No.`` You mumbled, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks at his sudden change in demeanor, though the bear proved to be quite the handful, with his endless questions and taking any chance to catch you off guard; you both mutually agreed and even admitted that feelings were awakening in your friendship. Though, you didn’t know if you could call it that anymore.

``You just startled me, a warning would have been nice though.`` You gave a light laugh, bending down to retrieve the bag you’d carried with you along your travels through the complex.

``Oh! I heard whispering in someones ear is a good way of showing love.`` He added, watching as you picked up the shoulder-slung bag with ease. He followed you as you began slowly walking down the long dark hallway.

``Where are you getting these ideas!?`` You laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty building. The bear chuckled, before placing his hand on the small of your back and walking beside you as you both slowly cascaded down the hallway.

``I can’t tell you my secrets.`` The animatronic leant down momentarily to whisper into the shell of your ear, the sudden change in octave causing you to shiver lightly. You rolled your eyes, pushing him away lightly; the heavy hand resting on your hip.

``Heh, Monty has proved to be quite the mentor.`` Freddy smirked, giving you yet another firm smack.

``M-Monty?!`` 

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Hope you guys enjoyed! See you on the next one, stay safe, and don’t forget to eat! Love you guys! Thanks again to my requestor for the idea, and I hope this lives up to your expectation! XOXO :3

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I could do some imagines or headcannons with some of the fnaf sb characters if you guys are interested, especially since ``Metal Hearts`` is on a small pause throughout the holidays.

Let me know what you guys think! <3

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``Metal Hearts``

Arthur Note: Hello! To those of you who celebrate Christmas I wish you a merry one, this chapter is something I’ve been thinking about doing for quite some time! Also, with Christmas in just a few days, I may be slower to post chapters or miss a day or two entirely; due to obvious reasons, family and friends and etc! Hope you guys enjoy this one! Slight spoilers so beware!

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Chapter 4.

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Awaking the following morning in a totally different room was quite shocking, it was neater, cleaner, almost as if freshly built. The air was clean, and hinted bitterness of drying paint, a beautiful vanity tucked away in the corner of the room, its lights shining brightly.

Not only did your surroundings seem different, you felt different. There seemed to be more life within you, each step you took around the room over the crisp carpet were filled with energy you’d never harnessed before. The only remembrance of last night was fixing Freddy up and walking down into the bot chambers where your station resided, slipping into the cold room to rest on the charging station you’d been assigned to since your creation. You’d never awoken in such a lively room as this one, walls brightly colored, even your face strewed on one of them. A vast curtain slung over a large window that pointed out towards the hallway you were familiar with.

``Where...am I?`` You muttered lowly, casting your eyes across the room once more, soaking up your new surroundings.

Creeping your way towards the vanity, you basked in its light. It wasn’t horribly blinding, but a nice dim light that you could easily stand near without fanning your eyes in dismay. Your eyes caught the mirror, causing you to step forward a bit more to have a better look at it.

``What-?`` You yelped, jumping back lightly. You couldn’t even recognize yourself, your usually duller colors replaced with much brighter ones; patterns marked across your face and neater fur that carried more volume to it than before.

`What have they done to me...` Your mind raced, stepping back and looking over yourself. You seemed more appeasing to the eye, your figure made somewhat more feminine though it still carried that animalistic look, and the colors printed on your screamed for attention. 

You ran a paw over your face, stepping away from the vanity to seat yourself on a couch placed nearby. You sighed, looking down at your clawed feet.  

A sudden knock on your door startled you, ears shooting up from their drooped state and your eyes flicking towards the noise. 

``(Y/N) come to the main stage when you’re done in here.`` A voice stated, the feminine ring to it signaling it as Vanessa; a night guard and daily worker you were familiar with.

You heard her footsteps fade as she walked away, leaving you once again a victim to your thoughts.

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You’d always seen the main stage from a respectable distance, always too worried of getting in the way or being a distraction for the band when they decided to practice. Never had you actually been invited to set foot on it before, to say the least it was a bit overwhelming. 

But with the welcoming gaze of Freddy and Chica by his side ushering you up so excitedly; it made things easier to tackle. Ascending the steps to the platform your gaze landed on Vanessa, who waved you over. 

``Alright, so we’ve obviously made some...changes.`` She began.

``(Y/N) you will now be the Host of the concert, it’s basically just you coming on-stage before the show and welcoming everyone and announcing the appearance of the band.`` Her hand lifted from her side to array across the four animatronics who stood. Monty hadn’t stopped staring at you since you arrived, you found it hard to tell if it was just how he usually acted, or if he was upset someone was being added to the spotlight. Thankfully, Roxanne seemed neutral about all this, her gaze casted down to her paws as she inspected her claws closely.

``Since Bonnie is out of commission, for who knows how long. You’ll help get the childrens mind off his sudden disappearance.`` Though her words were spoken with such casualty, you couldn’t help but notice Freddys demeanor change for a split second, Chica reaching behind him to give him a firm pat on his back seemed to boot him up again to his cheerful stance. 

You took a moment to understand the very sudden changes, they changed you up with a new model and overall appearance to make you more bright and cheerful; and on-top of that they decided to change your job, you would no longer repair things or guide guests, but instead host the concerts as their personal hype man? 

``Erm, apologies, my system is having issues processing this smoothly.`` You sighed, lifting a paw to your face.

``Tonight they’ll make final changes so you’re better programed to do this job.`` Vanessa gave you a sympathetic smile, ``I know change is hard, but it happens.`` She shrugged, leaning down to grab a notepad she seemed to be writing on. 

``My breaks in twenty, I’ll talk to you guys later.`` She nodded to you and the rest of the group, before turning and hopping down the stairs.

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Working with the band was nice, especially after they hard-wired gods know what into you, which helped your progression from such a low needed job to one that required full-time work. You signed stuff for children, while parents sat and waited; they even made small plushies of you. Which warmed your heart. You’d never felt so welcomed and loved before you became the host, you were needed, and wanted. You were important.

After a rather lengthy show, you and the members lazed around in a small break room. Chica scooted up next to you and gawked on about the children, she seemed so curious about them. 

``Their little hands! Ah! Love them.`` She giggled, shoving a drawing in your face one of them had drawn of her.

``This is going on my wall!`` She jumped up, the couch you shared yanking with her sudden movement.

You rolled your eyes, watching her bolt out the doors. Monty sat across from you, a small coffee table the only thing between you. His eyes were always lingering on you, but you learned after the few weeks of working with him he was just like that, he spoke little to you if he didn’t need to. It became a mutual relationship where you’d only cast `goodlucks` before shows and `goodnights` when the lights switched off after a long day.

Freddy groaned, his head banging the couch behind him as he threw it back; this earning a puzzled yet annoyed look from Monty and Roxanne. 

``The hells wrong with you.`` Monty mumbled, before turning his gaze back over to the TV placed in the corner of the room.

``I’m just bummed the shows over.`` Freddy sighed, shooting up from his seat.

``I also need to recharge before the meetup with the children.`` He added, his eyes glancing down to you. ``Would you like to come? You may need one too.``

``Yeah, with all the yelling she does.`` Monty snorted, earning a glare from you and a bark

 of laughter from Roxanne. 

``Sure!`` You nodded lightly, standing up and stretching your body dramatically, feeling your bolts and screws click into place.

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It was always nice hanging out with Freddy, he was one to talk his head off, but when it was just you two; he seemed content with the comfortable silence.

``How are you enjoying it? Your new job that is.`` He spoke, eyes casting over to you as you walked beside him.

``Hm, well it was a learning curve. But I like it, hanging out with you guys has made my...well, whole existence more enjoyable.`` You laughed lightly, looking away from his warm gaze, finding it overwhelming to look him in the eyes.

``Well that’s nice, I enjoy having you around more...you’re easy to talk to.`` He smiled, tilting his head to look down at you. You felt his gaze on you, causing an ear to twitch with the sudden feeling.

``Hm, well here we are.`` He nodded towards the station, two aligned next to each other. Their bright colors making them obvious, easier to spot.

``Alright, I’ll re-charge and head up to my room.`` You smiled sweetly, tilting your head at him. He nodded, lifting a paw to finick with his ear. 

``Do you mind if we, do this often...?`` He lifted his hands defensively, ``N-Not like re-charge or anything, but walk together...is what I mean.`` The bear smiled lightly, looking anywhere but your direction.

``Of course, Freddy. I’d like that a lot.`` You smiled.

You both spoke for a while, talking about the show, your friends, and anything that came to mind; until you were both forced to retreat into the stations for a recharge your systems begged you to do. It was nice, speaking with him so causally, nothing felt forced when you were together.

Is this what friendship was like? Or was there something more you both were afraid to admit to yourselves, and well..

Each other?

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Hope you all enjoyed! Also, let me know who would like to be on my tag-list! I will be doing them this day forward! <3 

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``Metal Hearts``

Arthur Note: Thank you guys once again! I hope you enjoy my story as of now, and I’m excited for what the future brings! :)

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Chapter 3.

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The walk to the repair station was always so torturous, from the long hallways and the various doors; it never failed to make your job much harder than it needed to be.

Upon entering, you were greeted by the chill of the chamber, dimmed lights paneled on the ceiling did no justice to bring a pinch of light to this darkened corridor. The station, guarded by its large shield was placed in the middle, the metal sides seemingly rusted with the thickness of the humidity that swooned around the room. 

You’d been here plenty of times, fixing up the animatronics for the smallest things. Like a few days ago, when Roxy busted through the steel doors wailing about a nail on her paw which she had chipped off strumming her instrument a little too passionately, her demanding personality shining beautifully as she grabbed you by your shoulders and shook you rapidly.

``Please! I can’t be seen like this!`` She cried, her tail behind her swaying with an aggression you’d seen plenty of times. 

``Roxy, calm down. It’s just a nail.`` You sighed, trying your best to dim her cries. You could feel your own endoskeleton banging against your hollow chest. When the wolf finally took a step back and let out a deep sigh, she slowly lifted her paws, showing you the damage.

``I need this fixed! Hell just replace my whole hand!`` She growled, brows furrowing with her lack of patience. 

You gave a small smile, in hopes of easing her pain. ``I can glue it back together, but replacing a whole hand for such minimal damage would get me in trouble.`` Your eyes casted down to look at the wolfs paw, it was in-fact chipped, the nail seemingly must’ve broken off after a few minutes of abuse from Roxy practicing.

``Well, do you have the part that fell off?`` You tilted your head, feeling your ears twitch in question. The wolf sat, thinking for a moment.

``Crap! I’ll go get it, it must be in my room on my floor somewhere!`` The she-wolf shot up from her drooped shoulders, her feet making a loud clank as she made her way aggressively towards the metal doors.

She was mere seconds away from shoving the doors open before she turned and pointed at you, ``Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be right back! You hear me?!`` 

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, ``I’ll be here.`` you assured. Roxy turned and ran through the doors, the sound of her paws hitting the equally hard floor echoing until it dissipated entirely.

The memory of her eagerness made you laugh lightly to yourself in the dark room, you lifted a hand to flip a switch, your eyes watched as the repair seat strummed to life, the mechanic voice already trying to guide you through how to repair one of the animatronics.

You ran a clawed hand over your eyes, it was pretty late, you were due for a  recharge quite soon. The slowness of your movements and the programming in your system urged you to do so soon, but you still needed to help Freddy. He’d do the same or you.

You settled yourself into an old chair, its rusted springs calling out as your weight forced them to work. Allowing yourself to go into rest-mode for a few minutes until Freddy arrived; at least you’d regain some power by doing so.

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You felt something tap your forehead, a gentle touch, but stern enough to yield your sleeping mind. You felt your body begin to stir, programming booting up and parts beginning to move. Flicking your lids open, you awoke to Freddy standing in-front of you. He smiled gently down at you.

``If you are this tired, we can do this in the morning.`` The bear assured, leaning down and placing his hands on his knees. 

You gave a smile of reassurance, ``I’m alright, just conserving power.`` 

Your eyes watched as the bear looking your form over, his blue eyes casting a beam of light over you. ``Well, if you say so. Though, you are quite worn out.`` He must’ve scanned your programming, shit.

``Go ahead and take this seat, we could use the machine to help but the issue with your compartment could just be simple.`` You shrugged, standing to allow the animatronic to sit. As he took your place to sit in the chair he looked up at you, waiting for your next move. 

``Open it up, let me see.`` You nodded to him, easing yourself down onto your knees in-front of him. After a moment of waiting the compartment sizzled open, the bolts working hard to open it just halfway. 

You allowed your eyes to click open to activate a light flash of light that helped you see, ``Oh, it does seem like you just need some re-oiling is all.`` You looked up to the bot and gave a smiled, murmuing a small apology under your breath when he winced from the sudden light in his face.

``Well that’s a relief, I was hoping it wasn’t anything too serious.`` He chuckled lightly, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair. You nodded quietly, leaning over to fidget in your bag for the needed materials. A half-used bottle of oil, murky and sticky due to its uses over the past few weeks.

``Stay still, I’ll go ahead and apply this.`` You mumbled, leaning closer to the beings form. You wedged the tip of the bottle into it, squeezing its body to allow a drizzle of dark liquid to seep onto a bolt.

You used your fingers to rub it in lightly, thankful you couldn’t feel the stickiness at which it most definitely was. You casted your gaze up to Freddys face, taken aback by his gaze. Eyes seemingly boring into your features, you felt uneased, maybe it was just being stared at? But you couldn’t blame him, it must’ve been quite boring to sit still for even a few moments for him, as such a bouncy and energetic animatronic.

He seemed to snap out of his thought, his eyes darting away from yours. 

``Sorry-`` He chuckled sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub the piercing on his ear. The bot sat quietly, allowing you to finish your ministrations, when you finally finished you stood; backing up to allow him to stand.

``Give it a shot now.`` You nodded, watching him glance down and study his compartment as it moved smoothly, allowing it to open to its full capacity. He smiled, ``Thank you, it feels even better than before the cake.`` Freddy chuckled, closing the hatch with ease.

``I’m glad I could help.`` You nodded subtly, ``Got to make sure the star of the show is at his best at all times.`` You couldn’t help but slip a wink towards him.

He chuckled, hand coming down to grip his belly with his laughter, ``Never knew you were a comedian, (Y/N).`` The bear smirked, tilting his head.

``Hm, well I guess they should consider making me the star of the show, hm?`` You mirrored his movement, dramatically tilting your head.

``Wouldn’t that be amazing?``

``It would be very enjoyable.`` The bear snorted.

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EAT UP MY CHILDREN <3

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Hi guys! Some of you have been asking for a “tag-list” which I’d be more than happy to do! I just need some guidance as to what that is 😪 IM CONFUSED LOL!

Anywho! I’m going to try and post a chapter every day! So that the story is consistent and immersive, though if I do miss a day please be patient! I’ve also taken into consideration what (y/n) looks like. I’d be pleased to have any ideas thrown at me, so I’m able to make her more vibrant in this story.

Drop some comments of recommendation and just information in general to help me make this more enjoyable for you guys!

Much <3 and thank you guys so much for the love!!

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``Metal Hearts``

Arthurs Note: Thank you all for the likes! This makes me want to continue this lil fic in pursuit of satiating the lust most of us have for Glamrock Freddy...wink wink...ahem, anyways! Enjoy this next chapter, and if it receives good feedback be sure to watch out for the next one! Also! Feel free to sling me some recommendations! Ya’ll have fun now... ;) 

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Chapter 2

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With the night droning on after your incident with Monty the Gator, you reluctantly chose to continue on with your duties. The cold tiled floors of the day-care center would’ve brought a cold brisk chill up your endoskeleton, well, if it wasn’t already as cold as the floor. Children could be heard screaming with joy and temptation as they swung around the play area, grabbing onto the monkey bars, tripping over floor mats, and unfortunately some no older than the age of 4 clinging onto Sun-Drops twisted body. 

``Children! Children! Not now! Clean up! Clean up! Your parents will be here shortly, now clean up!`` The bot yelled, his head seemingly turning off his shoulders in a split second to survey the area in a 360-degree angle. His white hazed orbed eyes flicking to you from the corner you stood in, before his head swirled back around to grab a little girl who looked up at him and cried.

A part of you envied him, he seemed so emotional, and expressed his feelings so openly that if someone were to shove him in a humans body he’d be able to fit just right in. You blamed his human-likeness on his job, taking care of children yielded one to be able to smile and laugh, something you sometimes struggled to do while you were alone in your quarters at night.

``(Y/N)! Must you stand in here and stare? You’re unsettling the children!`` 

The sun glared, causing you to jump in surprise for a moment. You didn’t even hear the bot waltz over to you, which was surprising due to his seemingly natural loudness. 

You lifted your gaze and gave a gentle nod, ``I apologize, I’ll be out in a moment.`` You muttered as you turned and gave the working television a once over before turning and looking the animatronic over. The robot’s appearance was quite laughable, a child sucking their thumb was propped on his hip. Sun-Drop definitely fit the fatherly role he was created to become.

``You are only in here to fix this monitor!`` The sun sighed dramatically, his free arm slinging up to point at the television that now showed a cartoon playing.

``It is fixed now!`` He sighed, his eyes casting to look up at you. 

You gave a small smile, ``It should work better than before, if not let the staff know and I’ll come back down.`` you leant down next to the bright colored bot to pick up a tool bag, slinging it around your shoulders. The heavy wrenches and bolts inside clinking with at your metal side. 

The sunny clown turned, letting out an abrupt, ``Oh!`` As you looked over your eyes scanned the familiar faces of parents waiting rather impatiently for their children to come off the playground. 

``Clean up! Clean up!`` The animatronic yelled loudly, which you guessed for his sake was because of the loud music that played through the play-area. 

As you turned to leave you could still hear the being yelling at the children to continue cleaning up, a part of you felt that you’d hear his screeching voice in your head for the next few days until they needed you for something else down here.

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As the park closed down, children running to their parents, S.T.A.F.F mopping the floors and vacuuming under the carpets; you helped guide a few groups to the exit doors. Giving some of the children tight hugs and wishing them a good night, your eyes watched as the regular staff closed the glass doors, a firm clink signaling that the long day was finally over. 

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh, somewhat relieved that your programming of doing a good days work was finally satisfied. 

You made your final rounds, poking your head into some of the now darkened rooms to see if anyone may have taken the wrong turn and became lost. The stale air that began to breeze subtly through the building signaled to you and the other robotic staff that the building was in-fact empty of any guests.

You ran a cold hand over your snout, wiping away and dust or grime that may have built up over the day, especially after working in the day-care for a majority of it, if you were being honest; it wasn’t very clean in that place.

The familiar sound of metal on tile struck your attention, your neck turning with an eased sound of metal and oil.

``Good evening (Y/N)!`` Freddy waved, his usually cleaned and waxed form somewhat dirty from the long day as well. He approached you with a confidence you’d never had, and with a look in his eyes that casted such warmth you swore you felt almost human, almost.

``Hello Freddy.`` You gave a small nod, allowing your eyes to cling to the beings form as he settled in-front of you.

``Did you enjoy your performance earlier?`` 

He chuckled, an arm swinging up to rub his pierced ear. ``As I always do.``

You laughed, ``I’d get bored if I had to sing the same song over and over.`` 

``Heh, well sometimes I do get bored.`` He admitted, his hand dropping from his ear to place on his side. He looked away for a moment, ``I need your help with something.`` The bear sighed, his blue eyes flicking to look into yours for a moment.

You gave a nod, ``Is your hand acting up again?`` 

He laughed, pointing a paw at his lower chest ``No, it’s my birthday cake hatch. This morning there was a party, and cake jammed it up. It’s been cleaned out but something doesn’t work right, it won’t open as easily as before.`` He sighed, the hatch opening slightly.

``Oh, well I’d be happy to see what I can do!`` You nodded, leaning down lightly to get a closer look at at.

``Hm, it seems like you may need to be re-oiled.`` Your shoulders gave a tentative shrug. ``Let’s go up to the repair station and I’ll look into it.`` You rose, looking up at the bear.

``That would be very kind of you.`` The singer gave a friendly wink, his ears giving a gentle sway as he did so. 

``Let me go and recharge before they shut down the whole building, and then I’ll meet you there.`` The bear looked over, seemingly looking for the closest one. 

``Alrighty! See you there.`` You gave a smile, before nodding to the singer and making your way towards one of the escalators to begin your walk to the station.

``Ugh, why did they have to make it so far.`` You muttered, a steel hand moving to run over your snout.

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Arthurs note: Be on the lookout for chapter 3!

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‘’Metal Hearts’’

Arthur Note: I’ve been getting into the FNAF lore once again, and can’t help but fall in love with Glamrock Freddy’s personality and just how amazing his character is! Therefore, I’ve decided to make a Glamrock Freddy x Animatronic!Reader. At the moment this will be a small teaser, and if it receives any love I would be more than happy to make a series!

Chapter One.

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Even with all the bright neon lights that were strewed across the vast building, it was always so cold. Even with all the warm hearts of children running about and screaming in pure joy, it was always still cold. But nonetheless, it was home. The only place you knew of, for that matter. As a prodigy of the countless creations by the FazBear company, you seemed like one of just the many creations they’d sprawled about the vast building; but you weren’t.

They created you for the purpose of helping visitors make their way around the countless rooms with more ease than a simple map would do, you were a guide. But even with your cold gaze and even colder metal parts, children still clung to you as if you were one of the main attractions. Though your main purpose was to help with small tour guides, you served as an emergency mechanic when wires busted or when the kitchens crushers became mysteriously overworked by who knows what from the night before.

At first your presumption was Montgomery Gator, known widely as Monty between you animatronics. He was a reckless thing, destroying much in his path when his pointed emotions got the better of him. You were once thankful to dodge his way once when he stormed off the panel after a concert, his sturdy paws shoving you out the way as he made his destination back to his darkened room; slamming his door shut and only a few moments later the clatter of continuous banging and frustration filled growling echoed his large room. You watched as the workers who mopped the hallway cringed and jumped after each loud thump of his metal hands slinging things around, you once caught them playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go in and start cleaning up his tantrum before a meet-and-greet. Though by the end of the game their eyes landed on you, your animalistic stature and cold eyes giving them a buzz of unsettlement before they motioned you towards the darkened room.

“(Y/N) go make sure things aren’t too broken, if they are please be sure to fix them to the best of your abilities. If you can’t fix them bring them to us and we’ll get it sorted out.”

One of the staff stated, a man with blonde hair and a mole on his cheek. You’d seen him around, your database labeling him as just another worker. You let out a cheerful, “Of course!” Before b-lining your way into the alligators room.

Upon entering, your eyes adjusted to the darkness and landed on torn carpet and claw riddled walls. The animal in question facing away from you as he sat in-front of his vanity, his eyes boring into your form through the mirrors reflection.

“Don’t touch anything.” He growled, his brows would furrow.

You sighed, standing your place. “I have to clean before the children see.”

You watched his face as he paused, eyes seemingly going hazey in thought. He sighed, lifting his clawed hand to grab his glasses off the counter next to him. The lense was cracked, most likely due to his rampage.

“I…dropped these earlier.” He stated.

“I need them fixed before anything else.” The gator raised his gaze to you once again through the mirror.

Your ears flicked in reluctance, “I can bring them to the workers, but I can’t fix them. They must have replacements for you.”

He growled, looking down. “Then clean this up, if you have no use to me.” Monty stated.

After your short lived conversation, you were able to clean up his room to an extent. Many of the damaged items needed replacing and weren’t in your programming to fix. But within the hour you had most of the things replaced, fixed and taken care of. Monty being taken into the repair room for more professional help, but he would be ready before any of the children’s curious eyes could decipher what had occurred mere hours before.

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This will conclude my lil teaser, if you’d like to see more please feel free to let me know! I know most of this evolved around Monty but with more story to tell, I’ll eventually get to the Freddy stuff!