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Hot to Patch up your Gremlin Child and Gator Brother! (Part 1/?)

(A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the second part of my series called A How to Guide for a Gremlin Child to be a Pacifist? (It's Going Better Then Expected). I would really recommend that you go check out the first part of the series right here for part one, and right here for part two of the same story. Hope you guys enjoy the story!)

“Aaugh…”

Gregory curled into himself, leaning against the gator’s chest. Trying his best to keep his breathing even.

“Crap, little guy, are you alright?”

“Mmmph, yep, totally fine, it’s not like you just jumped from a catwalk. Oh, I don’t know thirty fucking feet in the air! When you could've gone down the stairs that were, oh I don’t know, right fucking next to us!”

“... So, mistakes were made…”

“Jeez you think!?!?”

“Let me see your side.”

Gregory felt the gators hands leave his back. Bring him up to the gators shoulder to try and get a better look. He opened one of his eyes to see what he was doing. But was immediately distracted by a light shining in his eyes.

“Wait, Monty, the S.T.A.F.F bot, behind you!”

“SHIT!”

Monty tightens his hold on the kid and started running.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty turned around the corner and ran straight into the hallway. Taking a minute to look around.

“... I think we’re safe now, let me get a look at your side.” Gregory glared up at the gator, his hand pushing down on his wound.

“I’m fine, it just didn’t like you jumping thirty fucking feet.”

Gregory felt Monty's arm twitch. Gregory tensed up realizing what he did.

Fuck, I made him mad. I should have kept my mouth shut.

“It won’t happen again kid, promise.”

Gregory's eyes widen at the gator. Blinking up at him, waiting for him to say or do anything else. But he didn't, he just looked down at him. He realized that Monty was waiting for him to respond. So, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“You sure are making a lot of promises…”

“That I plan on keeping, trust me kid, I’m a gator that keeps them. Now let’s see that side of yours”

Gregory pressed his lips together. Shit, this is where the punishment comes in. But I can't exactly tell him no, he'll just make it worst.

“... Okay”

Gregory moved his hand out of the way, and onto his chest. Giving Monty enough room to lift the kid’s shirt up, leaning over the kid a little, looking for any more damage that could have been done. Monty was a tough guy, not a lot of things could make the gator uncomfortable. But looking at the kids wound, knowing that it was his claws that did that. Even if he didn’t remember doing this… It kept making that thing in his torso moving in some very uncomfortable ways.

“Monty?”

Monty glanced up at the kids face. Noticing the way kid was still tense, his face completely blank of any expression. But his eyes sharp and watching him, he looked like he was waiting for something to happen. He hated that look, he wanted to erase that look off the kids face completely. He wasn't sure how; it was always Freddy or Chica that would handle the more emotional kids. Hell, even Roxy could clam a kid down if needed. But that was never Monty's thing, he was too rough, too scary, or too sharp for the kids. He just tends to make things worse, and make the kids cry more. He could always help after, or if they needed a distraction, he was good at that.

I'm not even sure if the other could get this kid to calm down.

This was completely different; this had never happened at the mall. Sure, they had some kids fall and hurt themselves, and a couple of scraps here and there. But never something like this. Never one of them hurting a child, never one of them spilling blood. It went against their programing to do so, like chasing a kid around after hours for who knows how long. At least it uses to be...

Monty took another glance down at the kids’ side, double check to make sure he didn't miss anything. And to make sure none of his anger escaped into his voice.

“It looks okay, I don’t know if that jump caused any of it to open more. But you're bleeding the same amount.”

“Yay, blood is still escaping my body. Just what we needed.”

Monty let out a mechanical noise, Gregory swore it sounded like a sigh. Monty looked back down to his side, his hand still right next to his wound, but Gregory had a feeling that he wasn’t looking at the wound. Gregory pressed his lips together. Monty was acting weird again he wasn't sure what was happening with the gator, he wasn't sure if he was lost in his own head. Or if Monty was going to turn on him and start chasing him once more. He really hoped not, he wanted to at least get back to Freddy before any of that would happen. So, Gregory took a deep breath and decided to ask him out right. Maybe he would give him a head start if he did want to chase him again.

“Monty? Are, are you…? Still there?”

Monty shook his head, from stopping his thoughts dead in its tracks. And looked back up to the kids face, Monty could see the fear on the kids face this time. His eyes a little wider, looking like he was going to bolt at any minute. Even with his side in so much pain. Causing the thing in him to act up even more.

Snap out of it, this is not the time to be thinking about that. Just say something to the kid and get a move on.

“Yep, still here, just got lost in thought. We should stop by the gift shop, see if there is anything we can use for that wound.”

Monty straightened out his back, moving his hand to help Gregory pull his shirt back down, as he looked around for anymore S.T.A.F.F bots.

“Really? And why not a first aid station?” Gregory asked as he put his hand back onto his side, using his other arm still resting on his chest, as he looked up at Monty. Glaring at him once more.

“They took all the first aid stations out of the golf course a couple of days ago. There was some sort of goo in all of them.” Monty looking back at the way they came as he said this

“Gross.” Gregory pulled a grossed-out face, sticking his tongue out.

“Yep.”

Gregory's face smoothed out and gave the gator a confused look.

“Why not go to Gator Grub instead? It’s closer.”

Monty turned his head back around and looked down at the kid.

“Kid, I’m not the brightest bulb around here. But even I know that we would have better luck with the gift shop. Unless you need something to eat? Should you even be eating? Is it even safe to give you water?”

Gregory bit his lips and taking a quick glance down to his side. Before looking back up to Monty.

“Um… I’m not really sure.”

Monty shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Better be safe than sorry, let’s get you something.”

Gregory gave Monty a panicked look. Almost rising his arms up to grab onto Monty's shoulders, before thinking better of it. He didn't want to push him to far, at least until he got patched up.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, what if my side explodes?”

Gregory threw his arms up, trying to mimic an explosion. Monty’s jaw tightening at the thought of that happening to the kid.

“Can that happen to humans?”

Gregory brought his arms down, crossing them on his chest and glaring up at the gator.

“I don’t know! Do I look like a doctor to you?”

“We can always save it for later?” Monty almost moved his hand from the kids back to scratch his neck.

Gregory glared up at the gator for a moment.

“Fine, we can grab something on our way out.”

Monty snapped his eyes back up. Trying his best to keep the grin out of his voice.

“Alright, little guy lets head out. Trust me kid, the Gator Grub has the best food.”

“Monty, you can’t taste food.”

“The point still stands kid.”

Monty shifted his grip and started walking down the hallway.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Gregory was staring up at the gator, wide eyed. Looking back and forth between him and the walkway, where a couple of S.T.A.F.F bots were rolling up and down.

“...Monty…”

“Yeah kid?”

“Do you really think… that the S.T.A.F.F bots… won’t be able to see you… in the ball pit?”

“Kid, we both know that the bots are really stupid. They won’t be able to find us here.”

Gregory snapped his head up to Monty, glaring at him. Before he started to furiously whisper to him.

“Monty, the balls barely make it pass your ankles.”

Just as Monty opened his mouth to argue back, a flashlight landed on them.

“GO, GO, GO!” Gregory shouted as he pushed at the gator’s chest.

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING!” Monty shouted back, almost slipping on the balls as he ran.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty walked to the red door after the S.T.A.F.F bot moved away. And quickly shut the door behind them. Stopping at the door as he waited for the bot to move past the counter from the other side.

“Alright, any food you had in mind kid?” Monty asked as he kept an eye on the bot.

Gregory almost crossed his arms on his chest, before he remembered that he needs to keep one on his side. So, he just put his left arm on his chest, holding on to his shoulder, hoping he could still make himself look at least somewhat intimidating.

“I’m not a kid, and anything is fine by me.”

“Even the Mystery Mix?” Monty raised his eyebrow, giving the kid a quick look. His eyes going back to the bot. Trying to keep his amusement out of his voice, the kid looked like one of those over dramatic, stuck-up moms hearing their precious babies swearing for the first time.

“Anything but that, is fine by me”

“Come on kid, it's not that bad. Even Chica loves it.”

“Chica will eat trash straight out of the can. And she can’t taste it, she doesn’t count.”

Monty really couldn't keep his amusement out of his voice if he tried.

This kid is fucking hilarious, just wait until Roxy meets this kid.

“Come on kid, don’t judge a lady on how she gets her food. You don’t know if it tastes good coming from the trash.”

“I have had food from the trash, and it’s gross.”

Monty froze and looked down at the kid.

“... Kid, when did you have to eat from the trash?”

Gregory shut his mouth and looked away from Monty. Tightening his arms around himself. Looking towards the counter instead, looking for anything to distract the gator with.

"You know what, I think chips and a drink will work just fine.”

“Kid, that doesn’t answer my question.” Monty's voice was stern, and his grip tighten just a little. Gregory turned his head back to Monty and glared up at him.

“Hey, you don’t question the trash, I won’t question why you keep staring at me.”

Monty looked at the kid for another minute, knowing he should push the kid more about this. But they really didn't have time for this, the kid needed medical attention. This was something he could talk to Freddy about later. Before turning his head away. And walking up to the counter and started to look at what they had. His eyes landing on the can drinks.

“What type of drink do you want?”

“The Freddy Fizzy Faz.”

Monty gave a sigh. “Of course, you would, you sure I can’t get you to take my Fizzy Faz?”

“No, limes are gross.”

Gregory gave Monty a smirk, lifting his left arm up, and making grabby hands at the orange can.

“You are a gremlin child.”

“And you are a dumb gator.”

Monty’s head turned, and glared down at the kid

“Am not.”

“Are too, I was able to electrocute you by making you run into a wall.” Gregory turned his head to meet the gators eyes. His body tensed for a moment, his eyes flashing with an intense emotion. Before turning smug. He gave the gator a smirk.

“That doesn’t count, I had a virus in my system.”

“A virus doesn’t affect how smart you are.”

“It does for humans.”

“Human viruses are different from computer viruses.”

Monty kept glaring at kid for a moment. Try to think of an argument to give the kid. Before he let his glare drop and shrug his shoulders.

“Well, you got me there.”

The kid’s whole body relaxed. His smirk turned into a smile.

“That is because I’m smarter than you.”

Monty opened his mouth to argue back, when once again a light shined on them. Instead, he said.

“Oh shit, here we go again.”

Monty quickly grabbed the soda and some napkins, before he turned around and ran for the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Monty?”

“Yeah, little guy?”

“We forgot the chips.”

Monty stopped in the middle of the walkway for a minute, looking around to make sure no S.T.A.F.F bots were there before he responded.

“I’m sure we can get some later.”

“But they won’t be your chips.”

“... I guess we’re going back.”

Monty started to turn around, before he could start walking. Gregory used his free hand to get a hold of his left shoulder. Pulling himself up to Monty’s eyesight. Gregory letting out a whine as he did.

“Wait, Monty, I was joking, we need to get to Freddy.”

Monty used one hand to grab Gregory’s right side, and the other to the kid’s shoulder. He glanced down to the little guy’s side. It was still bleeding; they were able to use the napkins to put pressure on the wound. But too much blood was still coming out for Monty's liking. How could Monty even say that? The kid was still bleeding out, they need to stop fucking around, get to the gift shop, out of the golf course, and straight to Freddy.

Monty removed his hand from his shoulder and used it to take the kids hand off from his shoulder. Letting the little guy take his hand from his, and help the little guy settle back down in his arms. And turned back around.

“You’re right let’s get to the gift shop. They’ll have something better than napkins. Who knows what’s on those napkins.”

Gregory grimaced as he leaned closer to the gator’s chest.

“Don’t remind me, I’m trying not to think about it.”

Monty let out another mechanical noise. This time it sounded like an amused huff; Monty felt whatever that thing in his torso settles down. And something warmer taking it place. Monty felt vaguely worried about a second thing in his chest, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Plus, this one didn’t feel has bad as the first one. He would talk to Freddy about this later.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why are we hiding behind a fucking vending machine?” Gregory whispered harshly while glaring up at the gator, hoping he could feel his anger from here.

“Come on kid, the bots won’t be able to find us here.” He looked down at the kid and saw him glaring hard. Monty could feel his wires shivering from the glare.

Damn, where did the kid learn how to glare like that from? Hopefully Roxy never learns from this kid. Monty’s wires shivered even harder at that thought. He didn’t want to be around when that eventually happened.

“Monty, you thought hiding in the ball pit while standing was a good idea.”

“Hey! That wasn’t the plan! The bot saw us before I could do anything else!”

“What else would you have done?”

Monty glanced up to his right before he responds, seeing a bot coming straight for them.

“I’ll tell you while I outrun this S.T.A.F.F bot.”

“Monty, you don’t even have to run from them, it's like a light jog for you. If they don’t sneak up on you first.” Monty let out a snort as he started to slide his way out from behind the machine.

“Don’t ruin my line, kid. It’s much cooler to say it that way.” As soon as he was out, the gator started jogging down the hallway.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty walked right up to the wood cabin that was the gift shop. It took longer than they wanted, but finally they made it.

“Here we are, Monty’s Gift Shop.”

“Did they really have to put your name on everything? That seems a little much.”

“Hey! There is nothing wrong with putting my name on everything. Besides the company’s name is Freddy Fazbear Entertainment, what else did you expect?”

Monty walked into the shop, glancing back to the entrance every minute. The S.T.A.F.F bots usually don’t come up here. But it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye on it.

“You have a point, but let's get back to clothes. Do you have any Freddy stuff?”

“Kid, we’re in my golf course. Do you think that they would have any Freddy stuff?”

Gregory pointed to one of the standing shelfs in front of them.

“There is a Freddy plushie right there.”

“And only Freddy plushies, we would have to go to the main gift shop for any of Freddy's clothing. My face isn’t that terrible.”

Gregory looked up at Monty and raised an eyebrow at him. Tilting his head to the side a little.

“... Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?”

Monty rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny kid, just pick something out.”

Gregory took a moment to look around the shop. His eyes landed on a couple of things he thinks would be cool. But that he doesn’t really need now. But he couldn’t find any clothes.

“We might need to go straight to Freddy. I don’t see any clothes here.”

“Huh, I could've sworn that we had some here. Let me check something really quick.”

Monty moved past the standing shelfs, going to his right where the register was. Putting Gregory downright next to the register. Before walking around the counter. He squatted down, looking for something to use. There was a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other. Looking at the labels, he found one that said something about shirts. That would have to do. Hopefully it would be something the kid would like. He moved the box on top to the side, picking up the box that was under it. Bringing it up with him and placing it right next to Gregory.

“I found a box of shirts.”

Gregory turned himself to the left. Cringing for a moment, his wound being pulled at once more. Before turning his whole body around, putting his legs on the other side of the counter. Still looking at Monty as he did.

“Really? What type of shirts?”

“We’re about to find out.”

Monty brought his left hand up, placing his pointer finger right on the tape. Dragging his finger down, doing his best not to snag anything inside it. As soon as he was done, he grabbed both sides of the box and ripped it open.

Both Gregory and Monty leaned over to get a good look of what was inside. Gregory gave the box a deadpan look, it was a box full of short sleeve t-shirts covered in Monty’s cartoon face.

“Well, well, well that is one fine looking shirt. The best-looking shirt I’ve seen in a while. The company really out did themselves this time.”

“Oh, shut up Monty, and help me find a size that will fit.”

After a few ripped shirts, they were finally able to find a shirt that could be warped around Gregory’s waist.

“Let me tie it, you’re going to rip it.”

“You sure? You’re not looking so good, kid.”

“Yes, I’m sure, I don’t want you ripping all the shirts we have.”

Monty hovered for a minute, before his shoulders dropped and let out a sigh.

“Alright, alright, I hear you loud and clear.”

Monty moved a couple of steps back.

It took Gregory a couple of minutes, but he was finally able to tie the shirt around him. He was struggling to tighten the knot. He just couldn’t get his arms to work, they were too shaky, it felt like both of his arms turned to jello. He felt so tired as well, he just wanted to lay down and fall asleep.

Monty watches the kid struggle for a couple more minutes. Before moving closer to the kid.

“Let me tighten it for you little guy.”

“It’s fine, I can do it… I just need another minute.” Gregory said as he glared down at the shirt, if the shirt would just stay still for a minute, he could get it.

“Kid, you look like you're about to fall over. You took care of tying it, I can handle a little bit of tightening."

Gregory lifted his head up and took a moment to look at Monty. His eyes narrowed up at the gator. Monty could once again feel that glare down to his very wires.

“Fine, but if you tear this one up…”

“I’ll do my best not to. I’ll owe you a favor if I do, that sounds good?”

Gregory nodded, letting his hands drop to the sides. Monty got on his kneeled down to get a better look and grabbed the ends of the knot and started pulling at it gently. His shoulders tense, Gregory sat there looking down at the gator’s hands. Wondering how could Monty control his strength? Was it the same way that humans do? How similar are these animatronics to humans? Was there a difference? Beside them being machines, and humans being squishy.

What was the difference between us and them?

… Does that mean I almost… Killed a person?

Gregory notices the blood on Monty’s right hand. He tensed and looked away; he knew that the gator wasn’t in the right state of mind when he did that. Monty seems to feel bad about it. He kept staring at him when he thought he wasn't looking. Holding him close, almost flat out growling at the S.T.A.F.F bots if they got too close to him. He was trying his best to prove Gregory that was a onetime thing. That it would never happen again.

That was what his mom used to say, when she first started drinking. She would say or do something, the next day she would apologize, say it wouldn’t happen again. But still go back to her drinks the very same night.

He really didn’t want that to happen again.

He really didn't want Monty to hurt him again.

He didn’t want Freddy to start hurting him.

Gregory felt the shirt around his torso starting to feel a little too tight.

He jumped and turned his head back to the gator in front of him. Looking startled for a second before his eyes narrowed and he glared at the gator.

“What are you trying to do? Squish me into a pancake?”

Monty chuckled, letting go of his shirt, getting off the floor and taking a step back. His shoulders seemed lower than he remembered them being just a minute ago.

“Nah, just wanted to make sure it was tight enough, don’t want it falling off as I ran off with you. Or a S.T.A.F.F bot to grab you by it and drag you off to somewhere else.”

Gregory huffed, moving forwards a little.

“Like that would happen, I’m too fast for them.”

Gregory jumped off the counter, his feet barely touching the floor. When he was scooped right off the floor, and back into the gator’s arms.

“Hey! I can walk!”

“No can-do kid, you are not looking well enough to keep walking around. Besides, it's faster this way.”

Gregory huffed, crossing his arms and looking away from the gator. He could admit, he was tired, and he felt like he could fall over any minute. He has dealt with this before, when he went without food days at a time. But he wasn’t bleeding out those times, and he didn’t hide around every corner, with the risk of getting caught by some crazy robots, security guard, or that rabbit lady.

Even if Monty has the risk of turning on him. At least it seems like he would turn on him later, when he had Freddy.

“Whatever, let's just get out of here already.”

“Can do kid.”

Monty started to walk out of the store. Looking both ways to see if the coast was clear.

“Shit, Monty-”

“S.T.A.F.F bot?”

Gregory nodded and pointed right at the bot. Coming right towards them. How did these bots keep sneaking up on them? Monty sighed and started walking towards the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty couldn’t help but let out a whistle at how many S.T.A.F.F. were out by the main stage. Staring at the many bots from the entrance to his golf course.

“They are really bumping up security tonight.”

“It’s not always like this?” Gregory tilled his head up to Monty.

“Nope, it's usually about half of this amount. Unless something like a little gremlin was able to sneak in.” Monty looked down at the kid, about to move his hand up, and pull down his glasses and winked at him. Before he remembered what happened last time, he did that. He kept his hand on the kids back.

Gregory glared at him.

“Well maybe they should have more human staff to look out for this sort of thing. Or something like you guys.”

“They had some sort of puppet animatronic as one years ago. But it had a flaw in its design, something about it was too easy to stop.” Monty shrugged, Gregory rolled his eyes and looked away from the gator and back out to the bots.

“Well how are we able to get past all of this?”

“See kid, this is where my mind-blowing idea comes in.” Gregory could hear the smirk in the gators voice. He gave the gator a glance over his shoulder.

“Really?”

“Hey, don’t go doubting my ideas.”

Gregory turned his head back, giving him a look of disbelief.

“You said it’s better than hiding in Freddy’s stomach hatch.”

“It really is.”

“What place could be better than that?”

“Trust me kid, you’ll see…”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“This was your mind blowing idea? A fucking potted plant? There’s no way they won’t see us.”

“Hey, this tree is almost as big as me! There’s no way they’ll be able to see us!”

Gregory looked up to the gator with a deadpan look and looked off to his right. Looking straight into the eyes of the S.T.A.F.F bot that was headed right towards them. And back at the gator, throwing his right arm out, pointing at the S.T.A.F.F bot.

“Then what do you call that? A fucking huge Roomba with a hoverboard for feet and a flashlight not coming towards us?”

Monty snapped his head up, his eyes immediately finding the bot Gregory was talking about.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a Roomba, that would be the wet floor signs.” Monty said as he turned away from the S.T.A.F.F bot, bringing Gregory closer to his body. While the kid put his arm down. Walking away from his ‘mind blowing spot’, while making sure their path was clear.

“The S.T.A.F.F bots would be more like, uh… a knock off brand of that Siri thing! While clearly made to do something else.”

“How does that make any sense? What else would they be made for? And why Siri?”

“I don’t know, just something I heard from people. A couple of guys came in here a few months ago, talking about some rumor they heard, hiding missing kids in animatronic suits. I couldn’t hear more about that, Vanessa kicked them out pretty quick. And some lady, I think her name was Karen? Was talking to some human staff, comparing the S.T.A.F.F to Siri. I figure that they must be similar enough for her to compare them.”

Gregory snorted, covering his mouth.

“What’s so funny?”

“How do you know that’s the lady's name?”

“I overheard the human staff talking about it. She is always complaining about something, even at other stores, from the number of times I’ve heard guests and staff complain about her.”

Gregory giggled, trying his best to keep quiet.

“I don’t get it, what’s so funny about Karen?”

Gregory wheezed, his left arm wrapping around his stomach. Leaning into the gator, shaking in a semi-silent laughter. Monty smirked, glad that he was able to get the kid to laugh. Even if he didn’t understand why he was laughing about some lady. He turned to the left, going straight to Fazer Blast. Freddy had sent a message to Gregory’s watch earlier while they were running from some S.T.A.F.F bots. Telling them where he found the first aid station. Fazer Blast was the only place that Freddy thought would be safe enough to bring the kid to. But Freddy would have to wait in the area for them. If he left the first aid protocol would be canceled, and he would have to find another spot and start the process over again. So, Freddy would be waiting for them at the elevator entrance. Right next to the S.T.A.F.F bot guarding it.

Luckily, it didn’t seem like the other Glamrocks were not around. So, they only had to dodge S.T.A.F.F bots. Which Gregory had to admit, Monty was pretty good at dodging them. Sure, some of his hiding spots were… Interesting to say the least. He was fast, Monty didn’t even have to run from the bots. He just jogged away from them.

Gregory's body tense, the kid letting out a whine. His left hand now holding on to his side.

Fuck, that hurts. Note to self, never laugh when your side is all teared up.

“Easy kid, easy.”

Usually, Gregory didn’t like it when someone called him kid. He was too old to be a kid, he hasn’t been one for years. But it felt different when Monty said it, his voice didn’t change. Like how other adults would when they called him that. He couldn’t remember at this moment what, but he knew the tone of voice was different when Monty said it. Just like with Freddy, neither of them talked to him like he was a nuisance. They talked to him like he was something… What was it called?

“Kid, earth to kid. Are you there?”

Gregory shook his head. Looking back up at Monty, now is not the time to be lost in thought. Even if Monty seems to be back to normal, Gregory still remembers earlier. Monty looking at the catwalk, and in the hallway, he never thought it would be easy to read an animatronics face. But it was surprisingly easy to tell what they were thinking. Monty was angry, there was only a few times Gregory has ever seen that type of anger. And it never ended well for him, he thought he would be done for. Getting his attention, the way he did, both times, he knew from his mom that saying anything didn’t end well.

But Gregory couldn’t let Monty sit like that. Not when they had to get moving, not when there was something seriously wrong with the other bots. Gregory didn’t want to have to call Freddy back, saying his friend had turned once more. It would break his nonexistent heart.

What was surprising was Monty shook himself out of it. He wiped away any previous anger from his mind and asked if he was ready to go. Gregory was surprised by that, but right then was not a good time to ask about that. Gregory knew he shouldn’t even ask at all about the incident. He should be grateful he wasn’t hit and moved on. But he was curious about what got the gator so angry, and he would admit that he was concerned. Monty seems like a cool guy; he didn’t want to see him angry at all.

Gregory straightened up his back and looked at the gator. Even with his shades covering his eyes, he could feel his eyes digging into his skin. He put his left hand on his side, pushing the shirt down onto the wound. Even if the bleeding has slowed down, and the shirt was tight enough to keep enough pressure on it. It still hurts bad, and it made him feel somewhat better, keeping his hand pressed down like this.

“I’m fine, I just moved my side too much.”

Monty looked up for a second, making sure there were no more S.T.A.F.F bots in their way. Before looking back down at Gregory, making his way up the stairs.

“You’re, uh, not in any more pain, are you?”

“Nope, it’s still that same amount as last time you asked.”

“Just making sure kid, just making sure.”

Monty lifted his head up once more. Giving his full attention to everything around him. Gregory let his shoulders drop, and his body relaxed. Glad to have his eyes off him. He was never a fan of being the center of attention. It never ended well for him.

Gregory took this moment to get a good look of his surroundings. He hasn’t been able to get a good look of any of his surroundings since he got here. He had to admit, he could see why people would come here. It was very cool looking, and there was something around every corner. He would love to try some of the games out some day. Preferable during the day, without the killer animatronics after him. Especially Fazer Blast, it looked so cool! Speaking of Fazer Blast.

“Wait, how was Freddy able to get into Fazer Blast? I thought you needed a party pass to get in?”

“Fazer Blast is Freddy’s area, no one will be stopping him from going to his own area.”

Monty stopped right in front of the door. Waiting for a moment, keeping an eye out as the doors open. Jogging in as soon as the doors open, heading straight towards the elevator. Where Freddy was waiting for them, his ears perked up and he straightened his back.

“Gregory!”

(A/N: Hoped you guys all enjoyed that! Took a while to get it written but I think it turned out nicely. Papa bear is now here! We should be getting more fluff in the next chapter. I'm planning on about 3 chapters for this guy, but we will see how that will go. This was so much fun to write, I think this is my favorite part so far. We all love dumbass Monty. Here you guys go! I'll read you guys later! ;)

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#fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf montgomery #fnaf gregory #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf pacifist route au #more lighthearted then last time #some swearing #past child abuse mention #Monty is a dumbass SOMETIMES #gator and gremlin lose what will they do?#gator still trying to avoid emotions more at 7 #they get up to some shenanigans #hurt and comfort #with a dash of angst #A How to Guide for a Gremlin Child to be a Pacifist? (It's Going Better Then Expected)

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