#and Anon doesn't have the right to make him feel guilty (\they\ don't make Monty feel guilty but its best if he grows to hate them)

[stupid-and-cute-are-enough]

cough. here's a little super short fic i wrote bc i make those too. be sure to check out the silly extra details i added in the tags!

@get-rammed

Monty lets out a heavy sigh, sitting on the much too small couch in his room, his handler close by his side, messing around with wires in the open compartment on his arm. Something went wrong with his claws again, and management is convinced that it’s the programming or the wiring that’s the problem, sicking his handler on the problem again and again. Monty doesn’t think it’s either of those things.

He huffs again and drops his head onto his free hand, boredom clawing at his... shell. His handler bumps with a small clank.

“Sit still, you big baby. I’ll be done in a minute.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve never been one to sit still, sweets.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna today.”

He rolls his eyes again, resisting the urge to let out another huff. He knows fusing over this is only gonna make it take longer. That and… he can see the bags under his handler’s eyes. It’s late. Far later than any other employee stays, except those working the graveyard shift. It seems like even the other animatronic handlers have gone home for the day. He can tell that they’re tired, but they never bring it up to him. They probably don’t want to worry him, all things considered, but that just makes Monty even more anxious. They look half asleep already, so Monty decides to occupy them with the most meaningless conversation he can muster.

“Hey, so, like…” Monty trails off, rolling his free hand at the wrist. “I barely saw any, uh, human staff around today, even though it was super fuckin’ busy. Why’s that?”

His handler stops, blinking for a second. “Oh, it’s, uh, Labor Day. It’s like a national holiday about unions or something, and people usually get the day off.”

Monty raises a brow. “Why didn’t you get the day off?”

They snort. “You don’t get the day off, so I don’t get the day off.”

Monty hums. “... That’s pretty shitty for us then, huh?”

They laugh, patting his arm. “Yeah. It is. Hey, I just finished up re-wiring everything. Give me a test and see if everything works right?”

Monty obliges, clenching his fists and spinning them around at the wrist. He mimics plenty of movements he makes while playing on stage, and nothing stutters, nothing stalls, or makes any weird noises. His internal diagnostics show no issues, either. All seems well, so he leans back and gives a smug, shit-eating smile. One that’s familiar.

“All’s workin’,” he replies, keeping up his smile when he sees the weight lifted off his handler by the news. They don’t like being comforted. Not directly, anyway.

“Great,” they sigh, slouching into a more relaxed position. They close up the compartment on Monty’s arm, giving it one last, solid pat.

“You good to recharge and everything?” They ask, packing up their small tool bag and tossing it in some random corner of the room. They barely put it away anymore, but management hasn’t caught on yet. Or maybe his handler just doesn’t care that they’re supposed to put it away. Either is possible. “Do you want me to lay with you?”

Monty thinks as they bustle around the room, turning down the lights and doing a cursory glance at his recharge station. He does want them to lay with him. He always does. But Monty sees the exhaustion in their shoulders and feels some kind of misplaced guilt. They’re this tired because he’s a Glamrock now, not just a side attraction. He became more of a handful. He broke more. He needed them more at all hours of the day. They’re his handler. He’s tired, and he’s not even human.

“Naw,” he says, tilting his head and smiling. “I’m good.”

“Alrighty then,” his handler puts on a brave smile, grabbing their oversized Monty jacket and slinging it over their shoulders. Before, Monty would’ve teased them about being such a simp, how they don’t need his merch because they already wear his face all day, or how they could literally just zip up their uniform, but he lets it go for tonight.

“Se you tomorrow, big guy.”

Monty doesn’t comment on how today is already tomorrow.

“Goodnight, cher.”

His handler leaves, muttering about how they’ll probably need to catch a bus because they “don’t think they can drive like this,” and Monty wants nothing more than to invite them back. To give them the whole couch and let them sleep. But for all the crazy hours Fazbear Entertainment expects of them, they’re not allowed to stay overnight. No one is allowed to stay overnight, except for the night shift workers, who all had to sign crazy amounts of paperwork, and they both know it.

So, instead, Monty watches them make their way to the entrance. He watches as they struggle with their ID until the heavy metal doors rise, and they can slip out the door. He strains his eyes to see them disappear into the dark until the metal doors obscure them from view and hopes for all it’s worth that tomorrow will be easier.

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please ignore any silly typos im p sure i got them all but its super late. i wanna post this tho so im posting it. i may or may not repost this later but like. as a better version lmao ram pls tell me if monty is OOC i was punching AIR trying to write this guy 😭 i thought i knew him well and then BAM no the fuck i dont

#i was gonna write smthn for the were-beings au first but i constantly get hung up on the concept of monty/anon having a bittersweet period #when theyre still adjusting to monty becoming a glamrock and neither of them are having a good time but dont wanna worry the other #^as the virus begin to take hold it'll that it’s not his fault they're in this situation #and Anon doesn't have the right to make him feel guilty (\they\ don't make Monty feel guilty but its best if he grows to hate them) #Fazbear Entertainment does not allow talk of unions on the premises #Monty huffs a lot bc that’s how real gators complain #i visit a rescue in my state every year and there’s always one guy that’s got a lot to say. usually morris #Anon broke Monty’s swearing filter but made him promise to never swear while he's working or else they’ll BOTH be in big trouble #i also thought way too hard about how the handlers get in/out of the building after it locks down but tbh they probably use an alt entrance #i love making up fake lore i find it fufilling #fnaf #fnaf security breach #montgomery gator #self insert #security breach monty #security breach #i rlly only ever post at the most god awful times huh #I POST BC I WANT TO NOT TO PLEASE TUMBLR #my post

[emeralddoeadeer]

Okay, so I’m doing my re read with the Spotify playlist on in the background and OMG it makes such an impact!!!!! Thank you for sharing that playlist! Also, I’m not sure if you’ve answered a similar ask but can you give us some insight on what James’ headspace was like during the Emmeline being a bitch to Lily and Petunia being a.. well herself, and him figuring out he needs to break up with Emme?

So pleased you enjoy the playlist, there were a few songs added that I hadn't even noticed I'd missed until I did a reread this week 😅

Anon, sincere apologies for the lateness of this reply, I wasn't ready to get back in James' head but I've written some thoughts below the cut.

This got so long.

James' relationship with Emmeline is out of sync from the beginning.

Had he been aware that Ryan and Lily were fighting he may never have gone to Emmeline's that night, miscommunication and hidden truths begin.

He spends more time at the regatta watching Lily than his girlfriend, so guilty about that it makes him overcompensate and mess up when she asks about the situation.

He spends weeks convincing himself any comments she makes are unintentional, blaming himself for her insecurity.

It isn't until Austria when he gets the paper boat, shares his concerns with Monty and speaks with Marlene that he allows himself to really question what he wants to become of it.

Thoughts of Lily flood his brain.

His need to recalibrate after his return, after the shampoo incident... this is James taking his first real step back from Emmeline and had Lily met him on that fated Friday the 13th he likely would have ended things sooner.

But, Lily and he don't meet and after the scene at her flat, he feels terrible and tries to backpedal and make it up to Emmeline, spurred on by the tone of his and Lily's 'crash and burn' chat.

James doesn't like to fail and tries to make it up to her. But, after they have their meal out to talk they end up at odds, she claims to have known along, and her quip about him on his knees doesn't sit right with him.

I imagine them lacking any real intimacy going forward.

When Lily comes around more, the pool table, running, the margaritas, the gig, he feels the intensity tenfold, the comparison louder, she is the one he is in sync with.

But, he doesn't think Lily is an option, she won't sing with him, and she pulls away at times.

Emmeline's words that night bring his own frustrations forward, not like anything would ever happen - because Lily doesn't want him.

James has a big chat with Emmeline after that, he raises a few concerns, and tries to cool things off... She suggests a games night to get to know his friends and prove she's trying - her words about Lily having a hot date have an uncomfortable bite and James doesn't care that she leaves because it's all becoming much clearer.

It's no longer fun and easy and simple.

Petunia's words permeate his brain, picking at an old wound, making him fall deeper into contemplation, about what it means to want Lily, and what he risks if he tries to pursue it.

He spends the whole week seeking Emmeline out to end it.

Then Lily gives him her little speech after the song and it lights him up, makes him hopeful and brave.

The rest as they say is history.

This got long and rambly, sorry. Hope it answered your question 💕

#everlong #anon #ask #the end #this took so long to put into words #james' thoughts #sort of