Montgomery Gator

You walk through the basement of the pizzaplex, making you reminisce about simpler, warmer times. The previously active S.T.A.F.F. bots now littered the halls you were walking through, it seemed like management was desperate to shake off the bad reputation these things hold. To think that a crazy employee could use them to wreck the place and the animatronics was a little scary. But you shook off the worry, even though the change wasn't... Your cup of tea so-to-say, having someone to talk to besides the bots or yourself was nice... Until you found some S.T.A.F.F. bots with long deep gashes and some bite marks, especially on the chest and face, but most worryingly, most if not all of them had either enormous dents or were outright crushed with pure brute strength...

You checked your phone, the hour read 12:00 am, it looked like a long night was ahead of you, the sudden stress made you anxious... seeing a nearby vending machine you decided to calm down ever-so-slightly by drinking something. The vending machine was mostly empty, but it did have a few cans of fizzy faz, although... They were all Monty's, the green can dropped with a surprisingly loud clang, you grabbed it, with a pop the gas leaked out of the can... You took a sip, the sour lime was... Surprisingly palatable. The liquid in the can sloshes around the carbonated gas escaped from the can, "Dealing" with Monty, huh? How would you even... take him apart? Besides... Management has been a little reluctant to scrap him, especially after Freddy made that whole spiel about Monty having potential. It made you wonder why did Freddy forgive him? He was an asshole and even destroyed the internals of Freddy himself! Was it because he was such a good guy? Freddy was always a bit ditsy and overly trusting. But a part of you doubted that, sure Freddy was kind and trusting, but he wasn't stupid.

You shook off the doubt, the last drops of the sour lime, landed on your tongue, it's taste sourly acidic, maybe... Remembering a bit about Monty's history would be good for you, your footsteps echoed through the hallway, the basement was even dirtier, with multiple S.T.A.F.F. bots having mad scribblings on them all done with black paint? Or marker? Oh right, the company was going under after the various rumors and poor management, especially after the overnight destruction of most animatronics and the tempering of Freddy... And so the bright new and coming management decided to turn the pizzaplex into a glorified brothel. You guess that maybe they were capitalizing off of the surprisingly big amount of people that found the animatronics attractive, pair that with downsizing of the S.T.A.F.F. and the outright elimination of the storyteller, and even the foundation of a new division it really does show that the new management was serious about the change. But after the animatronics were freshly 'upgraded' Monty did a few things and Freddy was 'waterlogged' but surprisingly management didn't care, guess that they wanted to shake off ties with the old Fazbear entertainment, but Monty wasn't the best choice for a main star, and his attitude selfish and egotistical as ever showed his awful skills at dealing with the 'esteemed clientele'

You grimaced, as you remembered the incident in which Monty bit someone in the dick! If you remembered correctly, the gator was giving a blowjob and for whatever reason bit down, just thinking about the pictures left you a bit uneasy, but as you stopped remembering, you heard... Growling? No. Snoring? As you peeked at an open door, you saw Monty, his chest expanding and contracting ever-so-slightly, but after a short while the sleeping Gator was awoken. "Ehhh... What HELL... One sec I was drinking with all those LOSERS and now... My ass feels RAW and I have a killer headache!..." You heard the gator roar out, his voice somber and broody. "Wait, is this a hangover!?...can I even get a hangover…?" The gator wondered out in disbelief, his voice echoing through the rust filled room "Something...decommission....?" he muttered, his gaze examining his surroundings, luckily he wasn't aware of you... Yet. "Uhh…" he strained against the chains that bound him, trying to free himself, but he couldn't do anything... Monty looked defeated, he looked at his hardened cock, it ached with need

Tiny droplets of water hit the ground, the robotic gator once again briefly struggled against his bindings... But it was futile, the utter Strength Montgomery Gator was known for seemed completely useless against the chains around his arms and legs... All the while a strong sense of irrevocable shame and anger washed over the gator, to think that he, THE SUPERSTAR of the place, was discarded and left to rot on a dingy scrapyard infuriated Monty to no end

"All because a couple of LOUSY MEATSACKS complained, HUH?!?" Montgomery spat out the bile and the venom escaped his tongue, "It wasn't like they didn't have FUN!" The alligator roared out as his years worth of venom snaked out of his mechanical maw, his long-lasting hatred and fragile ego made Monty an ever-increasing threat to the patrons of the fine establishment that was the Megapizzaplex "I AM the BEST SUPERSTAR this SORRY EXCUSE for a mall ever GOT!" Monty grumbled out once again, the anger unmistakable tied to Monty like an ever-growing parasite on the bot's consciousness