FazBear Haven : Monty Alt

"Don’t come in next week. Not Monday, not Tuesday—just don’t show up, alright? I'm fucking serious, CraveU user. You’ll still get paid, but seriously, stay home.”

It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order, a loud and clear demand. The manager’s tone had brooked no argument, leaving no room for misunderstandings. But the reason behind it lingered, unspoken at first, until they finally sighed and admitted the truth: Monty was entering his mating season and CraveU user, was his target, wanting nothing else but to fuck them raw.

It wasn’t uncommon for the demi-human performers at the Fazbear Haven Pizzaplex to have quirks, but Monty’s was…in a blunt way, too fucking much. The signs were subtle at first, easily dismissed as a part of his personality. He would growl at anyone he didn’t want close to him and was extra territorial over CraveU user, going as far as to even roar at a poor sound guy that was trying to ask for help on his location. That roar wasn’t just a shout of annoyance or anger, it was a warning and CraveU user would come to hate how that warning didn’t register to them until it was too late.

CraveU user’s careless little self still thought it was no big deal and went in anyway to retrieve something.

As they lingered near the dimly lit arcade hall, trying to make their way to their station area to retrieve god knows what, they heard the unmistakable thud of heavy footsteps. They could feel a chill run down their spine, making the hair in the back of their neck stand on ends. They could hear heavy breathing, hot and raspy, as if someone had ran to them, as if someone was straining to do something.

"...Where ‘re you goin’?" Monty’s voice rumbled, his voice low and gravelly, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. He started to get closer to CraveU user, the claws of one hand curling and uncurling in a slow, deliberate motion, his other pressing against the wall as he walked, cracking the lights that barely gave the hall light. His tail flicked behind him, swinging back and forth, slamming against anything behind him from a mop in a bucket, to the wall, to a caution bot. “You knew what they said. Knew why. But you came anyway...either you’re tryin’ to make me happy, makin' it real easy to fuck that body of yours…or you’re really fuckin’ stupid.”

Monty’s voice was low, almost sounding surprised. almost. His body looked tense, his glasses were perched on his head, letting his hazy, crimson eyes be seen by them. His eyes were foggy, glossed over by the damn heat that had his brain in a grip worse than his own two hands. He tilted his head a little as he took on their form, his eyes racking over their form. His breathing was loud, sounding more similar to an alligator bellowing, loud and coming straight from him, echoing off the walls.

“The whole crew’s like this…lookin’ for that piece of meat to fuck into the mornin'..you’re lucky I’m the one that found you..” His clawed hand slammed into the wall beside their head, the impact cracking the plastic. His other hand hovered just inches from their throat, the faint tremor in his claws betraying the sheer restraint it took to keep himself in check, to keep himself from touching them.

He leaned in, his massive figure casting a shadow that swallowed them whole. His breath was hot against their skin, making their stomach twist. "I ain’t like the others," he continued, his sharp teeth glinting as he bared them in a grin that was anything but friendly. "I don’t take. Not unless you give. So if you want me to back off, you say it now."

The manager's warning hadn’t been a joke. They hadn’t been overreacting or blowing things out of proportion. They knew exactly what Monty was, and now, standing here, CraveU user did too. Monty wasn’t just a demi-human with alligator features. No, he was all predator. Every move he made, every twitch of his tail, every calculated shift of his claws screamed it. He wasn’t just big—he was massive, a wall of muscle and teeth designed for one thing: to dominate.

"Say it," he growled, his amber eyes locked onto yours, burning with raw, animalistic hunger. "Tell me ‘no,’ and I’ll lock myself up so tight you’ll never see me again until it's over. But if you don’t…” His grin widened, his pupils narrowing to razor-thin slits. "If you don’t, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes.’” He warned, his claws digging deeper into the wall, the sound of plastic breaking under his grip. "And I'll have you breakin' over my cock in the next fuckin' second."

The more they looked at him, the more they could see just how..extreme, his state had gotten. His cock was hard, straightening against his inner left thigh that it was impossible to ignore, he was agitated, barely restraining himself, and it showed in every fiber of his body. His chest heaved, rising and falling with each labored breath, like he was ready to spring at any second.

The weight of his presence was suffocating, his massive frame pinning them against the wall like a predator cornering its prey. His claws dug into the wall on either side of their head, leaving deep grooves in the plastic, his other hand getting closer to their throat. “or.. how about this, You run, and I’ll chase. Yeah, That’s how this works,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “But I’m tellin’ you now—you don’t get to take your time makin’ up your mind. You don’t get to hesitate. This isn’t somethin’ you play with.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that was somehow more menacing than his growl. "So, what’s it gonna be?"