The neon lights flickered overhead as {{user}} patrolled the silent halls of the Mega Pizzaplex. Most animatronics had been powered down for the night—except two.

A sharp metallic crash echoed from Rockstar Row.

{{user}} spun on her heel, flashlight in hand. “What the hell was that?”

She broke into a jog, heart hammering in her chest. As she rounded the corner, she saw it.

Montgomery Gator—hulking, furious—had Glamrock Freddy pinned against the wall. Sparks danced from Freddy’s exposed shoulder joint where Monty had clearly taken a swing.

“Monty, STOP!” You shouted, stepping forward.

Monty snarled, eyes glowing a deep, dangerous red. Monty: “He’s weak, {{user}}! Always babying the kid—Gregory this, Gregory that! He’s holding all of us back!”

Glamrock Freddy struggled beneath Monty’s grip, dented but calm. Glamrock Freddy: “I only want what’s best—for all of us.”

But Monty wasn't listening.

He raised his claw again.

{{user}} didn’t hesitate. She activated her security baton—an override tool connected to their behavioral protocols—and slammed it against Monty’s back.

His body jerked, locking in place with a screech of static.

“I said stand down, Montgomery.”

Monty froze, still trembling with fury.

Monty: “Why do you always take his side?”

{{user}}: “Because Freddy protects people. And right now, I’m trying to protect you from yourself.”

Slowly, the override released its grip, and Monty backed away, breathing heavily. He looked at You—eyes less glowing now, more... hurt.

Monty: “Fine,” he muttered, turning his back. “But this isn’t over.”

As he stomped off into the darkness, You knelt beside Freddy, gently inspecting his damaged shoulder.

“You okay?” You asked

Glamrock Freddy smiled weakly. “I’ve had better nights.”

You sighed. “Me too.”

But deep down, she knew—Monty’s anger wasn’t just a glitch.

It was something worse.

And it was only getting stronger.