Monty's Nightguard [Monty x Male! Reader] - Chapter 1 - thebearsnbees (2024)

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I’ve been working at the Mega Pizzaplex for a few months now, originally the day shift but I asked to move to night shifts. Not like it mattered much, the Pizzaplex needed the night staff. I preferred it much more, I don’t mind kids but I do like when the building is quiet and empty. It leaves more room to snoop on the animatronics too.

It’s my second night and I haven’t actually run into any of the animatronics. I’ve heard them, but I haven’t seen them. It freaks me out sometimes thinking about how real they are, and how they can just… Free roam the entire building. I don’t think they’re actually allowed to do that but none of us have ever stopped them, it feels inhumane and slightly threatening to tell these 7 foot anthropomorphic robot animals to not do what they please.
I’ve met the animatronics before, but from a distance. I’ve only gotten close to SunDrop.
Tonight I ended up running into a few, doing my rounds in the Atrium and the rooms and attractions connecting to the Atrium.
At first there was Freddy who was wandering the stage area, and I was originally terrified of him because I had to look all the way up to meet eyes with him, but then he kneeled down to my height to talk and I realized how sweet he was.
Afterwards I ran into Roxy and Chica near Roxy’s attraction. They were both also weirdly friendly, Roxy a little less so and more chaotically nice, and then the Daycare Attendant who got scared of me because he didn’t notice me at first.

Eventually I got to Gator Golf to do my rounds there. Despite being used to the sounds in Gator Golf I still jumped when I heard the growls.
What I didn’t expect was to see the actual Monty grumbling and stomp-limping around the middle of the golf-course. From what I could tell his hip popped out of its socket and he was trying to stomp around to pop it back in place, but was just making it worse.

“Ehhh, Monty?” I called, followed by the most aggravated growl from him. He whipped his head to face me, angrily puffing through his nose. “What?!”
“You’re making it worse by doing that.” I pointed out, “Stand still, hold on.”
I hopped down onto the padded flooring of the golf-course, weaving around the random little decorations before stopping a slight distance away from Monty to grab my flashlight.
I felt him stomp closer to me, the ground practically quaking from how hard he was stomping, before stopping right in front of me.

I froze, kind of terrified before looking up at him. He was glaring down at me, still puffing loudly.
I glanced at his hip, mind you it was at eye-level with me, before flicking on my flashlight and peering at it on my tippy-toes.
“What did you do for this to happen?” I asked, before quickly adding, “Don’t move at all, you might crush my hand.”
“I fell off the stupid f*ckin’ plastic bridge,” He cursed, “And crushed one’a the staff bots.” “Monty! How??” “I got mad and threw it- And then sat on it.” “How does tha- So you didn’t unintentionally fall on a staff bot and crush it.. And instead intentionally picked it up and damaged it.” “Yep.”

I glared up at him and got a glare back in return, “Well.. Once I’m done figuring this out you can pick the damn thing up and take it to parts and services. And you can write to my boss about it, because I’m not gonna do it.” “Why not? It’s your job.” He grumbled.
“Because, you wanna be a little prick? You can clean up after your mistakes.” I rolled my eyes.

I glanced back into the socket of his hip.
“Put all your weight onto this hip, let me try something.” I ordered. Monty reluctantly shifted his weight, his damaged leg shaking under the pressure.
I put one hand on his not-damaged hip, and the other onto the side of his torso before pressing as hard as I could.
After telling Monty to stop snapping at me I managed to push his hip back into the socket.
He squawked at the sudden movement before adjusting his leg and putting his weight back on both.

“Oh.. You actually did it.” He blinked, flicking his glasses back down from the top of his head to the bridge of his nose, “Ya’ looked too scrawny to be able ‘ta do that.” “Yeah yeah.” I rolled my eyes, “Be more careful, and take care of the bot.”

Monty stared at me in silence before turning around and stomping away.
“You’re welcome.” I sighed. Still no response.
I squinted at him walking away before heading back towards the elevator.

Gator Golf is usually the last place I go to so I started my rounds, had a quick break in the middle, and then decided maybe I should check on Monty again. His behavior when I left wasn’t very Monty-like and I was beyond terrified that I might’ve messed him up or something.

I took the elevator back down to the golf-course and expected to hear the actual sounds of the general atmosphere but instead was met with Monty’s very aggravated roars and screeches and growls, followed by crashing. I jumped and looked around the room before watching him throw a box full of frozen food out of the small kitchen to the side.
“Monty!!” I exclaimed, “Knock it off, dude!”
I rushed through the golf-course, watching Monty stomp out of the kitchen and let out another blood-curdling roar. He didn’t sound as mad as he usually did, this time he sounded almost scared. And confused.

“Monty!” I exclaimed again. He whipped his head to me, letting out some kind of snarl before stomping in my direction.
“Mon- f*ck!” I shrieked, stepping backwards.

Monty lunged, and I expected him to bite my face off or something but we both just rolled onto the ground. He growled in my face, scanning my terrified expression.
Ehhhh something tells me I won’t leave this building uninjured.

He shook his head around, I think trying to get his glasses off without using his hands. Eventually they flew off.
He got his face even closer to mine, puffing air in my face. I didn’t even know he could actually do that-

“Monty..” I warned, trying to shuffle out from in between his arms. He snuffed in my face, moving up with me before letting out some kind of warning growl.

I widened my eyes, letting out a quiet squeak in response to Monty’s taunting growl. He was still scanning my face, his tail thrashing behind him.
“Stop movin’.” He grunted.

I stared at him in silence, practically sinking into the floor.
“Monty.. G-.. Get off me or I have t-” “Have t’ what?” He narrowed his eyes, “You wouldn’t dare.”
He puffed in my face again before propping himself up onto his knees and grabbing onto my arms.
Naaah what the hell is he doing? Did I mess him up??

He managed me up, his puffing growing louder and angrier before he turned me around so my back was facing him, before shoving me back down with my chest to the ground.
I let out another scared whimper as Monty wrapped one hand around both wrists, then used the other to touch around my backside.
“Monty, what the f*ck are you doing, man??” I breathed, widening my eyes when he grabbed onto my lower hip.

“Stop talkin’ too.” Monty growled, “f*ck, the hell did you do to me, Y/N?”
I gulped. I definitely had to have done something- If I lose my job I’m gonna lose my mind too.
Why is this so.. Sensual??

Monty’s puffing started to turn into low growls, tracing his claws along my pants.
Ah no, not just sensual. Sexual. I’m gonna lose my job over this, is this something I can lose my job over-
I tried to lift my head to glance around the room for any cameras but Monty pushed my head back down.
“I told y’ to stop movin’.” “Monty, I’m gonna lose my job over this!” I squeaked.
“Not if I’ve got anythin’ ta’ say ‘bout it.” Monty scowled, “Shut yer’ yap.”

He stopped groping me for a second before reaching his arm in front of me, leaning down for a moment.
I could feel him fiddling with my belt for a moment, huffing and puffing in my ear when he couldn’t figure it out.
“It’s a clip,” I muttered, my face hot, “Grab the end and pull.”
Monty paused, then managed with my instructions, pulling the belt through the loops. He tossed it to the side almost excitedly before unbuttoning my work pants and tugging them down past my hips.

I helped him get them off my legs before he practically picked me up and bent me over the nearby bench.
He kept puffing in my ear excitedly anytime I’d react with some sort of sound or any type of body language.
He struggled with his own belt for a moment, letting it drop to the ground, along with his pants that fell the second the belt was no longer holding them up.

Not to be a weirdo but almost on instinct I tried to back up into him, grumbling when my boxers got in the way.
I felt him tug on the hem of them for a moment, silent, before tugging them down finally. Not even a second after they were down he started touching on my ass, grumbling loudly.
“Yer’ so soft.” He mused. I let out a breath in response, arching my back.

Monty puffed again, shuffling closer to me before letting go of my wrists and placing both hands on my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows before my skin came in contact with the.. Weirdest sensation.
I wanted to turn and look but ended up getting distracted by whatever it was trying to prod around my entrance.
After a slight readjustment in my position, Monty pulled me into him, whatever it was sliding in with no problem.

I grit my teeth with a quiet whine- And once again I couldn’t even explain the sensation. I expected his.. Thing to be metal or some stupid sh*t like that but instead it was all slimy and warm? Self-lubricant??
He was already all the way inside me now, still holding onto my hips. He started to thrust slowly, I hadn’t really expected him to give me a chance to adjust.
He was still huffing and puffing in my ear, but even more excitedly as he picked up his pace. I tried to be as quiet as I could, rolling my eyes up every time he’d hit a certain spot or make a certain sound. He didn’t seem to care much about how loud he was, grunting and groaning just from pure excitement.

“Holy sh*t, cher-” He groaned, “Why do y’ feel so good–?”
I tipped my head back, covering my mouth and mumbling quietly in response.

He nosed his snout into the crook of my neck, panting like a dog. Jesus Christ am I really getting f*cked by an animatronic right now? There has to be a law against this, there’s no way this is actually happening.

I started to feel that rising in my stomach, throwing my hands down to cover myself with a strained whine. Monty groaned back, digging his face into my shoulder.
“Cher–” He rasped. Without a warning he pounded into me as hard as he could, I couldn’t help but let out a loud, gasp-y moan. He pulled out, groaning in my ear as he finished himself off. I doubled over, letting out a sigh and panting softly.

There was a beat of silence before Monty started to shift around. I took my chance to slowly turn around and look at him, huffing. He ironically looked at me too, before letting out some kind of terrified shout and snagging his pants.
“Don’t look at me like that!!” He wailed.
“What the f*ck do you mean, don’t look at me like that you just f*cked the sh*t out of me!” I squawked, ripping my boxers up. Monty shouted again, scrambling around trying to get his pants back on.

I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back on and glaring at Monty as he attempted to run away, before crashing into a staff bot. He roared in it’s face before pushing it over and thundering towards the back of the golf-course.
“You’re not even gonna take me out for dinner!?” I shouted.