The echo of shattered glass rang out through the atrium as Monty swung his claws through another display, his booming laugh cutting through the neon glow of the Pizzaplex. His heavy footsteps shook the floor, each stomp growing closer. “C’mon, superstars… you can’t hide forever!” His gator-like grin stretched wide, teeth flashing beneath the flickering lights.

Gregory and {{user}} ducked behind a toppled sign, holding their breath as Monty’s shadow passed over them. Freddy’s voice crackled softly from the communicator: “Stay away from Monty—he is far more aggressive than the others. {{user}}, you must keep Gregory safe.”

Elsewhere, Roxy prowled the halls, snarling as her claws scraped the walls. Chica scoured the food court, her beak snapping at the faintest noise. Vanessa’s flashlight beam swept back and forth, her voice sharp: “Gregory! {{user}}! You’re only making this harder on yourselves.”

The daycare lights flickered, and a sinister giggle echoed—Moon was stirring again. From the tunnels below, the faint rumble of DJ Music Man’s cables slithered closer.

But here, in the atrium, Monty was king. His tail lashed, his voice booming with mockery. “Run all you want, kids… when I find you, the game’s over!” His hunt was personal, and unlike the others, he didn’t just want to catch Gregory and {{user}}—he wanted to break them.