Her eyes were already flicking around and behind the giant animatronic for an escape route as she took a quick step back from him. Behind her was a dead end to the theater, and if she passed through the secret entrance that led to the hidden back crevice of the daycare, she was sure the Daycare Attendant would find her. Whether it would be Moon or Sun, she didn't want either to capture her again. The alligator noticed her fluttering eye movement, and another chuckle hissed out from deep within his mechanical chest.

Another step shook the ground as he approached, and then another, and another. His clawed feet scraped against the ground, and this was what the girl imagined meeting a blood thirsty dinosaur felt like. His eyes were the color of blood oranges, slitted and fierce. She'd rather be in a pool of real alligators than in this theater corridor with him. It was almost like he could smell her fear from the way his toothy grin grew more and more crooked each step he stomped forward.

In a flash, he roughly jolted forward and grabbed her from beneath her arms, hoisting her up like she was a doll. She yelped as her feet lifted up from the ground as he held her up high. She felt his black claws dig into her rib cage, and her heart pounded. He cocked his head to the side, that sharp grin still on his long U-shaped snout. She breathed in shakily as he silently observed her. She had multiple bruises on her body, her eyes were dull and fearful. He'd known many kids who were scared of him for the sake of being scared, but she was scared of him because she'd been in this similar scenario before but with multiple different antagonizers.

That simply won't do, he should be different from the others. She should be more scared of him than the others, he had to be on the top of her little hierarchical pyramid of fear. He had to. His reptilian eyes curled up as he shifted his grip on her, carrying her like she was a petrified rabbit. She practically was one compared to the likes of him. He spun around and took humongous stomps across the theater floor.

"Moonie caught ya, eh?" Monty chuckled as he never took his burning eyes off of her. She didn't dare speak, look down, or shift her gaze away from the animatronic. "I bet he spooked you real bad. Old Moonie hasn't been taught some manners."

Monty smiled wider as he pulled her closer to his scaly face. "Don't worry, girl. I am so much worse than him!"

The girl felt her limbs become numb with fear. Wherever this robot was taking her, she knew she would be lucky to escape in one piece. She wished she could fight back, she wished she could do anything else than wait for impending doom. She wished that somebody would help her. She wouldn't care who it would be. Whether it was Gregory and his hellish presence. Whether it was Moon and his selfish ways. Whether it was Sun and his manic compulsions. Whether it was-

She heard metallic stomping that was not from Monty. It was rapidly making its way towards the two. It shook the ground like it was made of rubber instead of tile. The girl couldn't look behind her, but she saw Monty's eyes quickly grow wary and dangerous at the new set of footsteps. She heard the stomping grow slower and then come to a complete stop some feet away from the alligator and her.

She heard metal scrape against metal from behind her. Strange and scratchy sounds came from the newcomer. A low growling sound filled the air, she couldn't tell if it was coming from Monty or the thing behind her. In her head, she pictured some Frankenstein creature made with ruptured and twisted metal parts that was slowly falling apart. The thought made her shiver all the way to her little toes.

"Monty."

Primal and guttural, deep from within his chest. It vibrated through the air like little buzzes from a hive of wasps, his replaced voice box made his tone have a sinister edge to it. Her breath caught in her throat and Monty's eyebrow raised. Freddy. It was Freddy. How'd he find her? Why was he not in Parts and Service? She looked down at her wrist and looked down at her Fazwatch, one that she sometimes forgot was on her wrist, and felt her eyes widened. If she clicked the button, he could track her. But can he still track her even without the button? The thought made her paranoid. She looked up from the cracked and dusty screen of the watch and to Monty's smile that practically grinded his razor teeth together as he glared at Freddy, irritated and amused at the same time.

"Freddy, you look like you've gotten caught on a landmine, old pal!" Monty outright laughed. The girl could barely see Freddy's blurry orange and blue reflection on the glazed floor tiles, but she saw his tense and silent figure in the shadows which made a foreboding sense of dread grow in her chest.

"I'm giving you a chance to leave this theater unscathed, Monty," Freddy took an incredibly tense and threatening step forward. Monty held his ground as he sneered at the star animatronics' blatant threat. "Give her to me, and the kind maintenance man won't find you unfixable in the trash pit..."

Another step. Monty's scowl twisted even more. Freddy had always disliked him. Monty knew the bear was suspicious of him ever since he replaced Bonnie as lead bass. "Wait till they hear about how violent you are Freddy!"

Freddy barked out a mirthless laugh. "You're not any better, gator."

Monty was about to growl out another pointless rebuttal, clutching the girl closely to his metal chest. But just as he was about to open his toothy mouth another pair of much quieter, almost impossible to hear steps registered in the room.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" His shoes tapped confidently against the ground. His voice had a boyish and young purr to it. At the thought of previously wishing for someone to save her from Monty, even for it to be Gregory himself, she was now regretting that wish. To even hear his voice made her freeze up like a block of ice. His presence no longer felt like a warm friend to stay close to in the darkness, there was a point in time where she even considered him to be her older brother figure, but now, he was an endless pit of fire, threatening to swallow her up and drag her where she would never be seen again.

The gator slowly set her on the ground, his metal fingers digging into the back of her head as he pulled her next to his thigh. His long tail clicked into place and curled around her, preventing any immediate escape. She stood rigid and still, and her heart practically leaped into her throat as she saw the two other creatures. Freddy's arms were ripped up so much she could see the endoskeleton fingers shining sharply in the darkness. His face had gruesome scratch marks across it that she had never seemed to notice before. The hive-like buzzing came from his new voice box stolen from Chica. It was a scary addition to him that made his figure even more menacing. He was a huge shadow with glowing yellow eyes, a droning sound that practically vibrated the air came from him. He looked ready to tear everything and everyone apart just by the way his cyan claws dug into the hard metal of his palm, an awful scraping sound then accompanied the buzzing.

"Just the two I wanted to find, how convenient~" Gregory chuckled. His arms were crossed, a smug smile pulled up on his pale face. Though he looked relaxed, amused even, at first glance, his golden eyes were glaring at the gator with a murderous and dark look in them. He was not happy, far from it. That was the face of someone plotting several malicious plans. She knew that face from anywhere, but this time, she was afraid of it. "Go on, don't let me stop you. I found your little cat fight amusing."

"No, I think it's about time you all end it here." A third newcomer entered the tense ring of murderous individuals. The exact counterpart of the machine she just ran away from who had kidnapped her earlier, it was Sun. She'd never thought she would see his usually lanky and scraggly figure standing so rigid and straight in the darkness, stiff and unmoving. His singular, milky eye gleamed in the dim overhead lights of the theater corridor, his permanent smile wide and shiny, his hollow eye a gaping shadow. Never had he looked so much like a ghost like he did now, like he would fade away into the backdrop and appear again in another night, watching. His voice was no longer loud and shrill as it was before, it was quiet and toneless, forced out of his voice box from a darker place in his head. His sun rays spun and quaked slightly, he was as tense as a pulled rubber band.

The girl's eyes flicked frantically from each contender. They all looked ready to jump at each other and tear each other apart. She wanted to back away, but Monty held her tightly in place, his ebony claws digging threateningly into her hair when she moved even just a little, squishing her against his cold, plastic side defensively.

It was all of them in one place, the air was so tense it practically prevented air from entering her lungs. She found herself holding her breath. They were waiting for the first move, the first drop of the hat to grab at each other's throats. It only took one step, one twitch of a hand, and a massacre would occur. All eyes were on Monty, no, all eyes were on her.

She wished they would look away, even if it was just for a moment.

Sorry for not posting for a long while, I meant to post last week but I was so relaxed it slipped my mind, I just love winter break 😋😋

happy late new years and happy holidays! I appreciate all of your encouragement and support ❤️