#montgomery gator/reader

[inkyanimatronic]

Montgomery Gator x Reader NSFW Headcanons! Plus Some for Shattered/Ruined Monty too!

Just some NSFW headcanons for my fav gator boy (RIP Rockstar 💔) under the cut!

- The biggest one is that he is a major Dom! And since he’s one of the bigger animatronics, he can easily tower over most people.

- He likes pinning his guys and gals against the wall with his hands on either side of them. Just watching as they squirm under him and get flustered.

- He’ll randomly come up to his lover and say things in their ear to get them hot and bothered while at work. Or even as a guest.

- Monty’s favorite kink is pet play! He’ll gladly drag his lover around the building on a leash and collar with his name on it! Making them call him Master and do whatever he says like a good boy/girl

- He also has a praise kink. Even better if his lover has one too. You’re just praising the hell out of each other and calling each other either good boy/girl and in his case, he’ll give head pats!

- Believe it or not, he does like to snuggle and nuzzle against his lover. Especially when everything is said and done and you’re just waiting around for his knot to deflate.

- EXTREMELY POSSESSIVE! Don’t let anyone else, especially Freddy, come around for very long. He doesn’t like it when they are near you. Monty will even throw you over his shoulder and teach you who your owner is and that you only belong to him. Even when nothing was happening.

- Loves to play a game of predator and prey with you! He’ll give you a head start then start hunting you down. And once he catches you, he’ll pin you down and breathe a synthetic breath right onto your face before dragging you to his room.

- Very loyal and protective!

- Monty has a bad dragon dick that’s big with ridges going down it. And a knot. And cum. Or lube. Whatever.

- He loves forcing his cock down your throat until your face is against his groan and cumming on you. At the same time, he loves releasing his cum on your body as well. Face, chest, back, whatever he can hit. But he’ll help you clean up! He won’t leave you a total mess like that!

- While he can be mean and degrade you all night long, he can sense if something goes to far. He’ll slow down and apologize and make sure you’re okay!

- oh yeah. He’s BIG on degradation. Calling you all kinds of names and sniffing to smell how wet you are afterwards.

- Monty also loves making people beg for release and will get them to the edge just to stop moving for as long as possible. You gotta whine and beg like the needy little bitch you are if you want to cum!

- Doggy style is his favorite style since he can grip you easier. Getting scratches and bruises all over your body. Either on purpose or accidentally depending on his mood.

- Though he’ll fuck you everywhere he can. His room, against the arcade in Monty golf, Monty golf in general, Catwalks, and the main stage.

- Typically he’ll have you do a show for him by stripping as he sits on the couch and then crawling to him. Going to your place on the floor in-between his legs. Ready for what’s next.

- After giving him a blow job, he’ll have you lay back and lick your pussy or cock. His tongue is big and actually has saliva making it feel amazing! He wants you to feel good too so you’re always crawling back to him.

- Even better if he walks into his room and you’re already waiting for him and the first thing you do is take his belt off. Not even a hi or a kiss on his snoot.

- He won’t admit it but he loves kisses on his snoot!!

- Monty likes it if you’re just chilling afterwards and you’re petting his tail. He pets you and you pet him.

- if you work there during the daytime, he’ll hunt you down until he finds you and takes you to his room. Locking the door behind you so he could have a quick blowjob.

- If you’re the night guard on the other hand? You’re getting fucked every night you’re there. He usually keeps you from actively working by locking you in his room and having his way with you all night.

- Back to the pet play one, he’ll make you beg and bark for release. And make you admit what a dirty bitch you are for him. How you enjoy being dommed by an animatronic.

- God this is long holy shit. Good thing it’s under the cut.

Shattered/Ruined Monty. Not really NSFW but headcanons anyway!

- After he gets shattered and breaks free from the virus, he contacts you on your Monty Fazwatch and requests for you to come into work.

- You wake up to that notification and you’re in disbelief about what happened to him and the girls when you get there. Or the pizza plex in general in Ruins case.

- Even with half of his body gone, you still manage to pick him up and carry the rabid chihuahua to parts and services.

- You joke about him being like a dog and you can tell he can’t even get angry with you. He’s just…sad. Depressed even. The girls are too. You give him a small sorry and kiss his snoot. Assuring him that you’ll do what you can to help. Even if you’re not a tech or anything.

- It’s takes a long time but you at least manage to fix his legs, tail, and voice. Along with his eyes. And of course his favorite part of his body…his dick. You do the same with Roxy’s eyes and Chica’s voice.

In Ruins case, you do all of that and clean them up the best you can. There’s nothing more for you to do though since they don’t have a lot of spare parts and parts and service was destroyed.

- Afterwards, you run into Cassie who takes the girls home with her after you assure her Gregory isn’t there and that there’s a monster in the basement. Or so you heard. Anyway, they leave and you take Monty home with you!

Okay I need to end it here. It’s gotten waaaay too long.

[rosescries]

Glamrock Animatronics/Reader You were always curious about that giant old building, so you decided to go explore it. After all, it's not like anyone will care. That old thing was just left to rot a long time ago, so what's the real harm? It's not like you have any better option either.

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Chapter 28 is up! Enjoy!

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

One Foot in the Grave

You are the one and only human janitor at the Mega PizzaPlex. Those bots can clean the floors good, but they can't reach every corner or every shelf. Not to mention how some parents have started to complain that the mostly faceless bots scare their children.

It's not like this place pays well or the work is any fun but who are you to turn down a job when you really need the money? Not too much is expected of you, and you really don't have any other co-workers so this job seems like it would be easy enough. One thing that you know will bother you are those damn robots. Giant nearly 8ft glamrock robots isn't company you really wish to have.

Glamrock Freddy/ Reader, Montgonery Gator/Reader, Disabled reader.

Work count: 1,584

Warning: None

There was a rhythm to your work, a sense of timing and flow that you have gotten down very well. A secret beat to the day that you follow vigorously. It works perfectly for you, and you aren't keen on breaking it or having others try to interrupt you as you go about your day. Even now as you head to the newest mess you move with stiff purpose and strong determination to just get it done. Keeping to the walls as you walk by the loud busy crowd of excited, screaming children with their parents. Atop your head you wore chunky black headphone, listening to whatever music that you liked and drowned out the sounds around you. You wheeled your cart of cleaning supplies with one arm, your other busy with a forearm crutch to keep you up right. It was a learning curve to use the one as this job was rather demanding and your bosses aren't exactly the most caring of people.

But you make do.

You headed to one of the few private party rooms. Only getting a quick rundown of the mess as you popped open the door, using your cart to keep it open before you pushed out the cleaning bots that were in there. Sure, they got the floor clean but as you looked around the room you saw that they missed the chairs and a good bit table. Ruined strawberry cake, cupcakes and vanilla ice-cream scattered almost to the ceiling. When kids get upset there is no place that won't be hit by their mess.

With a deep breath you turned up your music and got to work.

What annoyed you the most was how the bots had folded the still messy chairs. So, you had to wrestle those chairs back open and then clean them and get all the food gunk out of their joints and crevasses. Whatever this cake was made out of it took some real elbow grease to get it out. Hell, there was so much of it that you had to pause to get more clean water to use. Your handy-dandy spray bottle almost ran out! All you could do was mumble as you dumped the dirty water and refilled. Not at all paying attention to the world around you.

After this mess is your break time and you had packed yourself a pretty good lunch and you don't plan on missing that. Not only will you be hungry, but it will throw off your rhythm. So, keep your head down and keep working and everything will be done in time.

Should you count yourself lucky that cleaning those chairs allowed you to sit? Probably not. Those chairs were hard and after a few minutes they made your butt hurt. But at least they were clean; Now folded and put away as you turned your focus to the table. With large rubber gloves and a trash bag you started to throw away the larger chunks of food. Getting into the beat of the motions and music. Almost lost in the action before a large orange hand gently tapped your shoulder. Almost shyly getting your attention. You stopped your efforts to clean, sighing as you pulled your headphone down. About to ask what they wanted as you looked up.

And up,

And up.

Meeting the towering figure of the one and only Freddy Fazbear had you jump back, almost scrambling to get away. Your legs nearly giving out from under you as you just about pressed yourself against the wall as you watched the bear take a surprised step back. A look of soft guilt on his robotic features. He was almost lowering himself to match your height as you two just stared at each other. His ears tilted downward. With how fast you moved there was now a whole table between the two of you, yet he still took a few steps back, the mere act causing loud thumbs of his metal feet. Each movement he seemed to flinch at, like he was afraid to scare you again. That had the smallest part of you feel guilty about how suddenly you were frightened but you can't help it as you stare at the bear wide eyed as he offers you a lopsided but kind smile. "The family wanted to know if there was anything to save." He started, his voice was kind and soft even with that gravel it seemed to have. He spoke like a kind father, but it did nothing to soothe you.

You shook your head no, there was nothing to save. Not waiting him to finish his sentence. "I-I know. But the parents were rather insistent." You've seen how pushy some parents can be. You know how Freddy, even Chica gave in to their demands in an effort to keep the peace.

You've seen Roxy get into a verbal fight with a pair of mothers, you know the daytime attendant stands their ground no matter what, and you've heard rumors about Monty. Nothing that you want to conform.

No parent talks to you.

You're just part of the cleaning crew.

The crew that was just you.

Freddy sighed but gave an apology, "I did not mean to frighten you." He sounded sincere as he stood up straight. Giving a small wave as he stepped out of the room. Carefully to move around your cart. For a big huck of metal he knew how to move carefully. It was scary. Once he was a few steps out you saw how a few children flocked to him. One even jumped into his arms. His movements of catching and lifting the child were effortless and smooth as he beamed brightly and joyfully greeted each child by name. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, sliding down the wall as your legs shook. They shook too much to hold you up for much longer.

Guess you'll just have to have your lunch here. You laid your crutch next to you. Sure, you don't have your lunch with you, but it wasn't a problem. Using your Fazwatch (something that all employees carried) you sent a mini message out to a friend to bring you your lunch.

Only needing to wait a few short minutes before you heard that telltale sound of their little beeps. You know those robotic floor signs? Well, a while ago you found one that was sent to be replaced and repurposed. You kind...of...stole them and fixed them up at home. They little things are too cute to be destroyed! You just had to fix them!

The little floor sign rolled over to you, a lunch pail on their head as they found you sitting on the floor. Spotting you the little thing spun around in what you hoped was joy as you took your lunch. With a pat you thanked them and just got to eating. You don't want to say that Freddy ruined your rhythm of the day. He didn't really do anything wrong. So long as this lunch goes without another interruption everything will still go smoothly for you and that was all you need right now. So, there you stayed for a few minutes. Chunky headphones back on as you kept an eye on the time as your little floor sign stood at the door. When anyone got to close you could hear it beep loudly, almost like the bark of a little dog as it kept people away from your work area.

If you weren't mistaken, you could have sworn you even heard them chase someone away. I swear, they were like that before you fixed them up!

You leaned back against the wall, tossing your trash away. Sighing as you looked around the still messy room. Guess you'll just have you double down and work double time! This room needs to be cleaned before the next scheduled party! So, with a breath you pulled yourself up and with a new playlist you just right to work. It took some great struggle to the splatters on the ceiling, but you managed! Pulling out a clean table cover and decorations from your cart you set the room up as if it was as good as new. A few sprits of air freshener and Boom! All clean!

A wore out smile as you pulled your cart out of the doorway and let the door close. Your little bot rolling circles around you as you headed to one of your closets to bump the dirty and used supplies to grab some new ones. Walking but the rooms of the Animatronics.

Allowing yourself only moments to glance into them.

You see Chica dancing with the children she was with, some of them play dress up and eating so much pizza. It was like a large slumber party in there.

Roxy had a loud movie playing as she playfully chasing some kids around as others jumped on the couch and had their hair braided or made to look similar to her hair.

Monty was closed again and even with your headphone you could hear the wreck he was making the room.

Freddy's room was the post packed. It was impossible to figure out what was going on but seemed to be manageable. But you didn't stick around to try and see what was going on.

You just headed right for your closest and swapped things out.

Turning your music up on your journey.

[imagine-darksiders]

Monty the Swamp Deity, seeing his first human in 500 years: Clearly this belongs to me now?

[fictionalcharatersmybeloved]

[thehomophobe]

How To Fluster Them 😳

A Guide To See How To Fluster Your Cybernetic Sweetheart. These guides are in no particular order so choose whichever you like.

Freddy 🐻: 

1. Surprise gifts: Gifts from fans are always appreciated; they put their heart into it when crafting little crochet plushies or keychains or drawings of him. But when you create something; even if it's a crappy looking drawing, Freddy would blush at the sight. Notice how it says surprise gifts, so you must catch the android completely off guard when you gift him. Those are the perfect fluster moments.

2. Second-Hand Embarrassment: Freddy doesn't know too much about humans and human behavior despite being an A.I. But even with that said, he still learning social cues and human nature so don't chastise him over it. However, if you notify him about anything that seemed a little offputting, Freddy would become flustered over it. A simple, yet quiet, apology may present a sense of childlike guilt like a five-year-old apology for saying something out of pocket, but inside he is a little anxious. Try to calm him down by holding his hand or his shoulder and rub it affectionately.

 Chica 🐔:

1. Catch Her (In the act of doing anything): Caught her eating out of your trash again? Or maybe wearing your clothes? Perhaps sleeping with one of your plushies? Whatever silly little thing she did, if you catch her off guard or mention it while casually cuddling together, that'll surely ruffle her feathers...

Er...metaphorically...

2. Surprise Gifts: Just like Freddy, if you surprise her with a gift, you'll definitely fluster her. Honestly, she'll be easier fluster with a gift than Freddy. Recommend surprising her with food from a restaurant or a bistro that she always wanted to go to.

Monty 🐊:

1. Flirting (Back): He flirts with you on a daily basis, to the point where you can't tell when he is or isn't flirting. But once you respond back--twice as hard---you won him over. He'll be a blushing mess, god damn where'd you get that from? (Him obviously)

2. Physical Affection: Run your fingertips across any part of his body, Under his chin, up his arms, across his chest. He's so down bad for you. A hum facsimile to a purr would emitted from him. But if you wanted maximum domesticity, crawl into his lap and kiss him anywhere. We recommend anywhere on the face to get the best fluster.

Roxy 🐺:

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: Compliments are key; give her one, but make it candid and sincere. She's gonna be thinking about what you said all day. All week depending on what you said. We recommend not making any sexual compliments though, they won't hit as hard as heartfelt ones.

2. Physical Affection: Massage her. You'll get a blush from her, even if you can't particularity see it. Comb through her hair, no please do it. We recommend that hair-grooming can result in flustring. Only do this for about 10-30 seconds, be prepared for her snapping at you to back off.

Sun ☀:

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: While not as starved for plaudits as Roxanne, be complimented on his talents would definitely result in flustering. Would recommend compliments on: acrobatics, artistic ability/creativity, singing voice, appearance (i.e. calling him handsome, cute and/or adorable), how good he is with small children. These all resulted in 100% flusteredness.

2. Physical Affection: Holding hands, brushing shoulders, bumping hips, any sense of gentle touches trigger blush for the android. An small interview with Sun noted that you make him feel "all sparking and buzzing on the inside" similar to freshly lit fireworks. Would recommend cradling his face for ultimate fluster and completely domesticity.

Moon 🌑: 

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: Mainly the same as his brother, yet somewhat easier to fluster as many of our research has resulted in. It appears complimenting his looks and singing voice result in 92% flusteredness. The 8% being snootiness/agitation. A smaller interview with the android had stated you give him the butterflies in his stomach when this is done. We highly recommend it.

2. Physical Affection: Once again like his brother, holding hands, cuddles, and cradling his face all result in blushing. You make him feel weak. In a good way. In a staticky, heart melting way. Just hold him close like how he holds you close. If he tries to look away keep your eye contact, tell him his eyes are beautiful and refocus his vision.

[balloonboyismyson]

my Overstimulation Autism vs. my Monty Autism would be a constant issue if I worked there OTL

[melodramamirrors]

Glamrocks x Funtime! reader

Summary: After a successful salvage, Y/N the Funtime animatronic has become the new centerpiece of the Pizzaplex’s all new History of Freddy’s attraction. You’ve been fixed up, embellished and improved. There was just one little issue. You were a tad aggressive. In fact, you hated humans the most. 

Fazbear Entertainment’s solution? Make it someone else’s problem!

🧸Glamrock Freddy🎤

Kind, gentle, and understanding, he was the obvious choice. There was no better fit for the job than Glamrock Freddy. So, as the long day came to a close, Freddy was taken off to an unfinished section of the Pizzaplex. When he asked, the staff had mentioned something about the new animatronic not liking humans, thus he was left on his own at the entrance. Like a child left at the daycare for the first time, he thought.

If the daycare looked as decrepit as this place, then he supposed he could understand the child’s fear—hypothetically. Nonetheless, he swept the thought away and pressed on, through the doors. He had a duty to uphold, after all. It was time to give the newest bot a warm welcome.

The hall was quite gloomy. Shadows stretched across the near-empty room. Just past the retro arcades, there you were; alone in the darkness, just barely illuminated by the dim spotlight shining above. And how amazing you were. Freddy had never seen anything like you.

“Hello, my name is Freddy Fazbear. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he greeted. He waited for a moment, and then another but your eyes never opened. “...May I ask what your name is?”                                                                                                                                                          

And again, you refused to grant him a single ounce of acknowledgment. Although Freddy was privy to your standoffish façade, he hoped to at least get a word out of you. He was The Freddy Fazbear after all. No, that was just his ego talking, he knew deep down that you did not owe him your attention. You were probably just nervous, or maybe you just needed space.

The robot bear let out a thoughtful hum. 

Over the next few weeks, he’d taken the time to come visit you every night. He only spent a few hours with you, sometimes just to ramble about his day, other times he’d sing, and often he’d simply sit in silence with you. You still hadn’t spoken a single word. It wasn’t really that you meant to be rude, but you had learned long ago that kindness—true kindness did not exist. There was always some kind of motive, some objective, some goal. This bot couldn’t have been any different… And yet here he was, every night, just for you. How curious, you thought.

This time though, it seemed he did have a goal. You couldn’t be sure, but there was something about his gait that felt… strangely purposeful tonight.

As usual, Freddy made his way to the right side of your auditorium and leaned himself against the wall. He didn’t face you, only gazing upon the Fazbear-themed museum you’d been forced to call home. Over the many days of construction, it had begun to look like a proper establishment. It seemed your display was nearly complete, ready to be unveiled. Normally Freddy would be excited about this, however, tonight he was starting to feel the pressure to get you talking. So, he decided to ask a question, one that had been plaguing his restless mind for some time now. 

“Y/N…” he hesitated, “Was there a… Freddy at your previous location?” he asked almost timidly. You supposed it was a fair question, so for the first time, you responded aloud.

“Yes,” you said. You felt his eyes bore into you from the side. You knew he wasn’t satisfied. A moment of silence passed.

“Do I remind you of him?” he asked, though the usually calm tone of his voice seemed a bit off, a bit hurried. You considered ignoring such a ridiculous question, but it seemed your voicebox had already decided the answer.

“No,” you turned to look at him, faceplates shifting gently. It was yet another first, you met his eyes with your own, noticing how they glowed a deep, electric blue. He didn’t resemble your old friend at all, save for those eyes, and a few accessories.

“You’re nothing like him.”

Freddy wasn’t sure what to make of that, but something told him it would be best to leave it at that. Well, he supposed it was progress. You hadn’t spoken again since, but he didn’t mind and still came to visit every night. He’d never forget that look in your eyes.

🐔Glamrock Chica🍕

It had come as no surprise when the glamrocks were informed of Chica being chosen to be your talk therapist of sorts. Out of all of the band, Chica was by far the most sociable. Chit-chat and gossip were just totally her jam. Well, it wasn’t a surprise to the others, but Chica found it to be a delightful honor. To say Chica was excited would be a disgusting understatement, no; she was absolutely ecstatic. 

Although she had been briefed on your little… situation, as the staff referred to it, she was confident she'd have you broken out of your shell in no time. It wasn’t until she made her way to the new Pizzaplex historical section, and caught sight of your miniature auditorium, that she finally realized the gravity of your situation.

There you were, sitting alone beneath the spotlights of your tiny glass display, entirely unlike anything she’d ever seen. Though she didn’t recognize your character, it was the odd seams lining your body that intrigued her. Needless to say, she spent a good while simply taking in your unusual features.

Of course, the fear of getting caught staring eventually caught up to her, and she figured it would be more polite to announce herself. Clearing her voice gently, she offered a simple, “Hi.” She was taken aback, however, when your eyes snapped open, and your distinct faceplates shifted apart almost instinctively.

So, you were as unique and off-putting as the staff had rumored. But Chica was a kind and open-minded bot, and she was determined to present herself as such. “Ahaha… wow! Those are some neat face… thingies you’ve got there!” she babbled, folding her clawed hands. “Oh! Let me introduce myself. My name is…?” she paused as she noticed you had shifted closer. You lifted a paw to the glass and uttered a single word.

“...Chica?”

How on earth you guessed her name was beyond her, but for you, it was simply obvious, albeit appalling. With white feathers, an orange beak, and a fashionably pink outfit, the resemblance was uncanny. For a moment, you were sure that you were standing before an old friend.

In an instant, your mind filled with memories from your days as a rental entertainer—the days of singing and dancing, the sweet scent of birthday cake, and the chilling darkness of the underground storage you had once called home. 

You recalled the painfully electric discipline you and your bandmates endured, the desperation you all felt, and the heartache that festered inside you as you watched your friends escape without you. They had left you to rot. All but one. 

And here you were, trapped within yet another glass prison, gazing upon the beautiful old face of the one who had never left you all those years ago. Your mouth hung agape as your voicebox desperately sputtered. Just as you finally found the courage to speak, a gasp escaped Chica’s beak.

“Woah, how’d you know my name? Are you some kind of oracle? You are, aren’t you? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to meet one!” she squealed with the bubbly excitement of a child. 

Just like that, the delusion had shattered. The awe in her starstruck eyes told it all; she was not your Chica; no, she was just another variant. Just another stranger. You felt your faceplates shift with agitation as you let your paws slip away from the glass. No words could accurately describe the complete and utter despair that engulfed you in one swift bite. Defeated, you slumped back into yourself.

“H-hey, what’s wrong? Was it something I said? Oh, I’m so sorry!” she blabbered, reaching out as if to embrace you through the glass. It was an impossible action, but how sweet it was. You scooted away and turned to face the towering wall of your little auditorium. Chica frowned and dropped her outstretched arms. She figured that was her cue to leave.

With heavy reluctance, she turned away and trudged off to her greenroom, pondering what she had done wrong along the way. Maybe it was the oracle comment? Perhaps she hadn’t been affable enough. She realized she had been a bit impolite with her gawking and all. 

Or maybe she had simply overstayed her welcome. Whatever the case, she hoped she would be given another chance to make it up to you, if that was even possible at all.

🐊Montgomery Gator⛳️

Well, truthfully speaking, no one told Monty to go looking for you. No, the gator had taken it upon himself to scope out the new attraction on his own. He’d heard the rumors of course, from the catwalks where he’d always eavesdrop. The guests seemed quite excited about the reveal of a brand-new attraction, they often speculated on what could be inside. But Montgomery knew; he’d heard from the staff. They found one, a functional one, an old relic from the past. And it was strange.

What was everyone so excited about? Just some old junk and a barely operational bot? How could something like that ever compare to him? Why waste your time oohing and awing at something so… inferior, when he was standing right here? Nonetheless, he did find himself rather curious, he’d have to go and see what all the commotion was about for himself, so he found his way to the new attraction and snuck—no, barged inside. 

This place was clearly a work in progress, with exposed concrete for a floor, empty display cases, and boxes of dusty nick-nacks haphazardly strewn about. He even spotted a few rusty endo-skeleton parts lying within a few of the acrylic glass cases. Creepy.

But that wasn’t what he came here for and soon enough, he found you.

All alone, sitting lifelessly, with your head slumped over. You sat on a little stage wrapped in glass, with one measly spotlight shining above. No curtains, no instruments, just you.

So that was the amazing new animatronic, Y/N the Funtime? What a joke, the gator thought as he lazily sauntered closer. Well, you certainly looked old, outdated, useless, but at least you were clean. 

“Hey, newbie. Wake up,” he commanded. His voice was gruff, and his tone unfriendly; you didn’t like that. Truth be told, you didn’t from the moment he’d stepped into the attraction. Yes, you were awake and you knew he was there all along. You were a specialist in hide-and-seek, after all. But you weren’t in the mood for seeking right now, and there was nowhere to hide, so you settled for ignoring him.

“Aye, I’m talkin’ to you! Is that how you treat a new pal?” he sneered, his long tail swaying irritably. To no avail; you must not be as functional as the others said you were. “Old hunk of junk.” You were nothing special in his eyes.

However there was something that did catch his eye, and he lifted his star-shaped sunglasses to have a look. It was a rusty-looking control panel, stationed right before your auditorium, and it only had two buttons. Intrigued, Monty reached out his claws. No.

You jolted forward, faceplates gaping wide open to reveal your piercing eyes and sharp fangs as you smashed yourself against the glass. An ear-splitting screech ejected from your voicebox, rattling your entire shell of a body. Monty swung himself away from the glass.

“What in the Sam Hill?!” he shouted, though he found relief as he realized you remained within your little enclosure. If he could swear, he would’ve just then.“What the leapin’ lizards is wrong with you? Just ‘bout gave me a heart attack!”

Perhaps he didn’t get your message. You gnashed your teeth and screamed again, this time with far more ferocity. Your claws dug into the glass, and though unable to penetrate it, you were able to leave fine scratches. The gator seemed less fazed this time, though he still took a step back. “Alright, alright, I get it, I won’t touch anything,” he grunted and raised his claws. “Why’re you ignorin’ me anyway, huh?”

You let yourself relax at his admission of defeat and allowed your faceplates to draw closed. Such a punk he was, to come barging in on your space, demand your attention, and insult you to your face. What gave him the right? And now he expects an explanation? What else did he want, an apology? Such arrogance. He was about as sensitive as Foxy, you thought.

You knew he had no idea what the function of that control panel was, but the mere thought of being punished—by another animatronic no less—infuriated you. You had no choice but to scare him straight. But the more time went on, the less scared Monty became; instead, he grew irritated as well.

In a sharp, unnatural motion, you heaved yourself up from the floor. Even when elevated, you only surpassed Monty’s height by a few centimeters. Faceplates shifting so very unnaturally as you gazed upon the reptile apathetically, taking in his features. For the first time in a while, Montgomery Gator found himself nearly unable to speak. It was something about your eyes, how they bore into him, gazing so lifelessly. He wondered if human eyes ever looked like that. “...You ain’t no normal bot… that’s for sure.”

“Are you scared?” you asked. Monty glared.

“Nah, ain’t nothin’ scary. Yer jus’ a freak.” You couldn’t help but wonder if he was telling you, or himself. You tilted your head.

“It’s okay to be scared,” you said and lifted a paw to the glass. What a strangely sweet voice you had. “Sometimes you should be.”

“I told ya! I ain’t scared of nothin’. ‘Specially not no weirdo clown.” Something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Somethin’ like you don’t belong here. Not ‘n this place.”

“You should leave,” you said simply. A silence hung in the air for some time; you never broke eye contact. The spotlight began to flicker.

Monty huffed and spun on his heel. “With pleasure,” he grunted. You watched as he left with slow and deliberate steps. You wondered if he’d come back again someday. It was a lonely stage.

🐺Roxanne Wolf🦴

You stood there, gazing at your figure from the reflection glaring against the glass wall. You hardly even recognized yourself anymore with freshly groomed fur, spotless paint, and glossy eyes. It was especially odd to feel the lack of rust and dirt between your joints. It was almost as if they’d erased every last reminder of that dark time. However, the question still weighed heavy on your mind; where on earth had all that time gone? 

And yet here you were, trapped within a tiny auditorium of your own, surrounded by the many familiar bits and bobs of your past. Displays full of old props, and worn machinery, sat before you. Your entire life was laid out for future tourists to gawk at. It was nostalgic, in a twisted sense, as though some part of you missed that hell hole you’d once been kept in. As above, so below, you supposed. Half heartedly, you wondered if this was how a fish in a pet store might feel. For some reason, you found a strange comfort in the buzzing of the flickering spotlight shining down upon you. You blinked at the reflection of your face—it blinked back.

The silence, save for the vibrations of electricity flowing through the walls, was broken by the sound of distant footsteps. 

When the staff asked for a Glamrock to welcome you, to everyone’s surprise, Roxanne volunteered herself. She was the most popular bot for a reason after all, who wouldn’t want to meet her? The others were a bit hesitant, Freddy especially, but Roxy made the case that only a loner could break the ice with another, so he allowed it. Reluctantly. 

Within the shadows of the construction zone, you stuck out like a white rabbit in the night. Roxanne approached you with a clawed paw on her hip. You watched her reflection in the glass, beside your own, analyzing her without the need to face her. She was beautiful, tall, and advanced; it seemed the new generation of bots had quite the upgrade. Though, you weren’t sure who she was. Perhaps it was a new version of Foxy? Why was she grey? As a matter of fact, why did she seem feminine? Your Foxy never had a true gendered presentation. Foxy… You wondered if they were out there somewhere. Part of you hoped they weren’t. It wasn’t that you didn’t miss them, but you knew there wasn’t anywhere for them to go—the world had no place for you Funtimes.

“You’re not even gonna look at me?” Roxanne asked. Oh, right, her. You’d forgotten she was there. With a slow turn of your head, you gazed down at her. “That’s better. Say, pup, what’s your name?”

Your name? It took you a moment to recall and though you opened your maw to respond, you decided against it. You weren’t sure if this bot could be trusted.

“Hmph. Shy types,” she said, thick eyebrows knitted. She crossed her arms. “Name’s Roxanne Wolf, your pleasure to meet me.” Oh, so she was an entirely new character. She certainly had a showmanship about her, just like Foxy. An ego.

“Somethin’ wrong with your voice or what?” she said with a sneer. “Not sure what I expected. Of course something as old as you can’t speak.” There was an air of superiority leeching from her. That distinctly belittling tone of her voice was sinking beneath your faux skin. You felt your plastic hair stand on edge—something dangerous flickered behind your plastic eyes. 

“I can speak just fine,” you said. “I choose not to.” 

“Well, ‘least you got a voice,” she shifted her stance, putting her weight to one side. “Got a name too?”

“Y/N,” you said. It had been a long time since you’d heard that name aloud, even longer since you introduced yourself. What a stupid name it was. “The pleasure is no one’s.”

Roxanne glared for a moment. You wondered if you had pissed her off, but why had she smirked like that?

“Y/N… suits you,” she said as her scrutinizing gaze trailed up and down your body. For some reason, you suddenly felt a bit self conscious. “So, like… What’s this whole kicked puppy act anyway?”

“What?” you asked as she rolled her eyes in response.

“Y’know, the whole ‘I’m so miserable’ look.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that and a strangely disturbing silence lay thickly between the two of you. Your faceplates twitched. You felt this irritating itch to reach out and grab her, to show her what you were really feeling; the best you could do was lean against the glass, outstretched claws tapping dangerously upon the barrier.

“Let me out, and I’ll show you,” you said with a slight tilt of your head. 

Roxanne wasn’t sure what had come over you, it was as if one moment you were fine, and the next you appeared as some kind of monster. That was when she realized the soulless look in your eyes like you’d rip her apart if you could. You couldn’t, of course, but she now understood the meaning behind the “Do Not Touch” warning pasted against the glass frame. Roxy shook her head.

“Nah. Something tells me you deserve to be in there.” You watched as she stepped back before turning on her metallic heel and left. Alone at last; just like you were meant to be.

[iron-rose-art]

soft monty cuddles save me

save me soft monty cuddles

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request headcanons for Security Breach Montgomery Gator, Sun, Moon, and Freddy Fazbear reacting to his shy gn s/o kissing him on the lips in hopes it would make him feel better because he had a bad day please?

Pairings -> Montgomery Gator, Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> You kiss them to make them feel better after a bad day

Genre -> Fluff

Montgomery Gator

This gator boy is always having a bad day every time

Like he would be jealous that he wasn't as famous as the bear Freddy

He despisers Freddy of how much famous he is then Monty

But you were there to help

Monty loved to tease you since you were the kind to easily get flustered after his cheesy pick up lines

So you were sent to his room to help him calm down from one of his tantrums that he was pulling in his room

You could hear the crashes and thuds from his room as you stood in front of his door

You knew he wasn't going to hurt you

So you knocked on the door to let Monty know that you were here

The thuds suddenly stopped as you hear stomps coming to the door

The door opened quickly as Monty looked angry but then softened as he saw you

You gave him a small smile as he let you in

You wanted to help him so you gave him some chin scratches which made him grumble as his tail thumped on the floor below

He was adorable when he was relaxed

You were deep in thought as you leaned down to give him a little peak

Which caused him to stop as he looked up at you

You blushed as you were now tackled down by Monty

Looks like you can't escape now-

Sundrop

This poor guy got yelled out for being to loud in the daycare

By a parent (*cough* Karen *cough*)

So he would text you through your Fazwatch for you to come to the daycare as everyone and every kid was gone to go home

You were worried so you sped walked to the daycare

You opened the big doors to get in as you saw Sun nowhere

You called out to him and you heard jiggles from his wrist and leg bells

"Sunshine!" He whined as he looked sad

You were quite upset for him to be yelled at by a parent for being too loud

But at least you were here to help calm him down

Sun hugged you as he ranted about what happened

You gave his back some soft pats as you told him to calm down and that you will talk about it later

But for now you wanted to help him keep his mind of that for now

You pulled him back as you held his face in your hands as you leaned to give him a little kiss

You then smiled as Sun seemed to have cheered up by that one kiss you just did

Seems that Sunny completely forgot what happened earlier as he asks you for another one

Then cuddles later!

Moondrop

A kid got terrified of him for being so scary as he thought everyone loved him

He was gentle and quiet

How can anyone think he was scary, so that kind of lowed his mood

You came around for your night shift as you walked to the daycare to go see Moon

You opened the doors as you called out to Moon who was no where to be seen

You got a bit worried if something happened to him but you hear someone behind you

You yelped a bit as you felt Moon pick you up as he took you up to that one area where no one can reach

He then placed you down as he sat behind you, having his face buried in the back of your neck

He seemed that he was grumbling about something that you couldn't understand until he spoke

"Starlight.. Do you think I'm scary?"

That question set your heart to break as you turned around to look at him

"Now what makes you think that, your sweet, kind, Gentle" You then turned your whole body to face him as you cupped his face

"I would never think your scary Moon"

Then you gave him a little peak as he chuckled lowly

"Thank you starlight"

"How about we have some quiet time as we cuddle?"

"That sounds lovely"

Glamrock Freddy

He would think that he wasn't a good enough singer or something like that

He would doubt himself sometimes I feel like

Not everyone has to be perfect

So Freddy would think down on himself as he looks at himself in the mirror even though everyone likes him as the lead singer

But sometimes he thinks he isn't enough for that role

So you would make him think otherwise

You would try to comfort him as he usually does for you when you get anxious or stressed about something

He would tell you the thoughts he usually has

That causes you to worry if he thinks anything else of himself

So you want to change his mind by giving him some praise on how well he is doing as a singer and how famous he is and that you are his number #1 Support and always will be

His ears would wiggle which means you are getting there

Then you would give him a little nuzzle on the nose then a kiss

You would see his face brighten up as his ear wiggle some more

-A<3

[darlingisthirsty]

I got silly. Lewd under cut.

[naffeclipse]

Link

The Marsh Monster

Cryptid!Monty x Reader

You're not afraid of most things. When you learn of a child's abduction and face the one responsible, you act quickly. After rescuing the child, you return to make sure the kidnapper doesn't get away. You discover, deep in the marsh, that you are not the only one hunting down a predator.

Word Count: ~8,800 Warnings: Horror, Blood, Violence, Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, and Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Last year I wrote about Cryptid!Eclipse enjoying some candy hearts with their heart, but this year I thought it would be neat to explore the world further and introduce a new cryptid guy. Monty deserves a little loving! And I just can't resist making my faves into monsters that want a little smooch and cuddle <3

As a warning, there are implications of child abuse/sexual assault, however, it is never depicted nor does it occur within the events of this fic.

Please read carefully, and enjoy!

[rosescries]

Glamrock Animatronics/Reader You were always curious about that giant old building, so you decided to go explore it. After all, it's not like anyone will care. That old thing was just left to rot a long time ago, so what's the real harm? It's not like you have any better option either.

.................

Chapter 27 is up! Enjoy!

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

Jealous Jealous

Montgomery Gator/Reader

I am just spitting this out, I have no ideas and no plans. Just expect bad writing and a jealous 7ft reptile animatronic.

Word count: 526

This was just his luck huh? Well, at this point it was more the unended lack of luck. Things always go bad, never going his way, never letting him have a chance. It was like the cold endless void was mocking him every chance it got. Every time a good thing comes his way it gets ripped from him, leaving just the idea a bloody mess with the red on his claws. Angry loud thoughts raced, raced and raced through his head as he watched from above. Leaning against the railing with his arms crossed. Claws digging into the metal casing that covered his wires and endoskeleton.

Jealousy and hot hatred swam through him, flooding all the corners and cracks that his body and mind had to offer. Making the world painted in a deep red. This would be a nightmare if he wasn’t so pissed off. Below him, chatting away so carelessly and freely was you. The one person he thought he had. A friend for once that was his own. But no, like all things you were never going to be anything else other than a face, another worker who will leave at some point. Leave him at least. Damn it he was stupid for getting his hopes up, for thinking that you were different. But no, you aren’t. You laughed, the sound dancing in the air but it only made him grit his teeth, steam exiting his nose in a huff as his reddened gaze watched. Unable to tear his eyes away from the scene below.

And what was he watching?

You, one of the servers for the many side shops in the mega Pizzaplex, were having a very pleasant conversation with a very decent fella. Smiling and happily chatting along as you were escorted to your next shift. The fellow? Why the one and only Freddy Fazbear. Again. This wasn’t the first time, in fact it became a regular thing. It was kinda cute how Freddy would even look for you just to walk you to your next shift. Always smiles and joyful conversation. You’ll have to admit, it was intimidating at first, having such a large animatronic walk close by but it didn’t take long for you to be taken by him. Freddy was soft, charming, and very understanding and helpful. How could you not be a little starstruck by him?

But that was the problem.

Everyone is taken by Freddy. He was the star, he was genuinely a kindhearted goody two-shoes. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Unlike the known trouble-maker reptile who bore a heavy gaze of jealousy at the bear. Watching the scene between the two of you. You and Freddy, Freddy and you. It wasn’t fair! It was never fair! Everyone preferred the bear while he, the gator for Gator Gulf, was the most disliked and he blamed almost all of it on Freddy. That orange walked goody-goody always got what he wanted. Monty never did, and this time it hurt more. All he wanted was you, but he couldn’t even have that could he? Just a chance meeting with the bear and just like that, you’re gone.

[imagine-darksiders]

When it's the staff party, but Fazbear has been giving your cleaning lady the eye and you're getting tired of it.

[overly-dramatic-artist]

creatures of the Labyrinth