You remember it like it was yesterday when you would go into Monty’s room, doing small tasks such as cleaning or dropping off a new set of star sunglasses. He had a terrible habit of losing them.

You soon learned to never enter his room on account of him getting raging mad each time you did. He’d corner you like a prey, a low growl leaving his throat to “qoute unquote”—back off.

That seemed like forever ago now, since he was a lot more open with you and welcoming to your presence. It almost seemed like he actually enjoyed having you around. ———————————— It had taken some time for Monty to get used to you being around the Pizzaplex, let alone work with you. Yet here he was, the mighty Gator himself finding that he was really fond of you.

Even now as you rambled on about your little run ins with other animatronics and such, he couldn’t help but admire your features under the neon lighting from above. Or the way your lips curved upwards instinctively when you got particularly excited about something you were talking about. It was really annoying how much he had grown accustomed to not only you, but all your little habits too. Either way, you were a part of his life now —And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, he would never admit it.