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The band had practically burst through the parts and services door when they had gotten the news. Chica hurried over to the control panel, looking through the glass window to peek inside. Roxxane was right behind her, watching closely as the mechanic was doing a few last touches.
And Monty. He had hurried over to the glass, hands placed onto it with a bit of force, enough that his nails began to scratch against them. He looked over his sunglasses, eager to get a good look inside as his body seemed to tense up. His tailed swayed behind him anxiously, and his brows furrowed, a bit hopeful.
The mechanic inside the tube had took a second to pause what he was working on, taking a glance up and noticing the animatronics staring inside with impatient faces. He sighed out, adjusting his hat and closing a small compartment on the arm he had been working on.
"I'm almost finished guys, try not to get too worked up." He called from the inside, sliding his chair over to the right to perform a quick check.
Monty hadn't realized his tail had begun tapping against the floor impatiently, Roxanne turned over to him with a snarl.
"We get it gator, can you shut up already!" She spat, and all he did was growl in response, not caring to argue with her right now.
"Keep it down, please. Or I'll never get this done." The mechanic spoke up again, and that shut both of them up.
The sounds of the colorful buttons were agonizing as they waited, the diagnostic test was always the most annoying part. When he had completed it, he nodded to himself, motioning to Chica to open the tube and let him out.
The two had moved away to allow room for the mechanic to get to the computer, shutting the door to the tube once again. A few clicks on the computer and he sighed, finger lingering over a small button.
"Alright, let's hope it works this time." He pushed the button down with little hesitation, watching as the screen changed to show the data upload.
It was taking seconds, minutes, and the room filled with tension as they all waited. Chica clasped her hands together, mumbling hopeful words to herself as Roxanne knit her brows together.
Monty was growling under his breath, this wait was painful. He was angry, impatient, but at the same time practically begging in his mind for the data to finish uploading. Otherwise he felt he could smash the computer to bits, probably not a good idea.
"Come on big guy..." The mechanic mumbled, intensely watching the computer screen. Everyone had held in their breath, and suddenly, a familiar sound came from the computer.
The girls turned over to the mechanic with wide eyes, Monty doing the same, his tail coming to a halt with the rest of his body. The mechanic looked up with a smile, a hand brushing against his forehead to wipe away some sweat.
"Data upload completed!" He grinned, and Chica cheered loudly, clapping as Roxanne let out a large breath.
Monty immediately turned back to the tube, his eyes practically glowing behind his glasses. His tail began to thump against the ground again, not caring how much it gave away his excitement.
It took a moment, but suddenly, they noticed the small ears begin to wiggle. Earring shining brightly with the lamp that eliminated the test tube. The animatronic slowly sat up, seeming to take in it's surroundings before finally pushing off of the operating table.
The mechanic clicked a button for the door to open, and the bear walked out, a small smile plastered on his face. Chica was the first to pounce on him, almost making him fall back.
The bear chuckled softly, embracing her tightly in his arms. Tears were beginning to escape her as she wailed loudly, and he tried to console her with soft pats to her back.
"We thought you'd never turn back on!!!" She cries, and it was weeks worth of pent up worry. After all, she had already lost two old friends, losing another would have crushed her.
Roxanne laughed softly behind her. Not much of a touchy person, but still grinning widely at the bear's return. And Monty, well, surprisingly, waited patiently behind the bear.
Although he wanted to pounce on him, engulf him in a crushing hug right then and there no matter who was watching, he waited patiently for once. He understood the chic's tears, maybe feeling a bit build up as well, although he was fighting hard against them.
The bear noticed the mechanic, smiling and patting Chica as a signal to move over for a moment. He walked up to the mechanic, stopping in front of him as his eyes began to glow, and they could see a thin line sweep over the mechanic's face.
"Maxwell, age 26, current Fazbear employee, main position: night guard and part time mechanic." He spoke, and they watch as Max's eyes widened a bit at the bear. He held a hand out to him.
"I thank you for your help, Maxwell. It must have been a struggle, please let me know if you ever need anything in return." The bear smiled, and even the mechanic could feel his own stomach drop.
"Huh? Ah... yeah, don't worry about it, Freddy?" His words came out like a question, and Freddy tilted his head with an unspoken question back. Max pointed to himself, a weary smile on his face.
"Uh... You don't remember me, Freddy? I have worked with you for a while now..." He found it odd that Freddy had scanned him again, just like their first meeting. His nerves stiffened when the bear shook his head, confused at his words.
Uh oh. Somethings not right.
The shocked expression on Max's face caught the attention of the others. He hurried his way over back to the computer, going over everything to make sure the data was really completed.
Freddy turned over to the group, now stricken with worry clear on their faces. Roxanne twirled a piece of hair around nervously, her eyes nearly pouting when Freddy looked over to her.
"Roxanne Wolf, on the keytar. And..." He turned over to Monty. His eyes flashed again, and he said his name out loud. Quite honestly, if he had a heart in him, it would have dropped to the floor right now.
Roxanne's ears drooped down, while she didn't like showing her defenseless side, seeing how Freddy was acting like he forgot her felt really bad. Monty was no better.
His tail had stopped in place, his expression showing too much at one time. Fear? Sadness? Surprise. He went closer to Freddy and placed both hands at his shoulders. His voice sounded the most desperate the other two have ever heard it to sound.
"You don't remember me?" He asked, looking between the bear's eyes. Freddy blinked, taking a second to process the gator in front of him with a confused smile.
"Montgomery Gator, you are the bassist of our band, correct?" Monty couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He let go of the bear, turning over to Max with gritted teeth, but not in a threatening way, they all shared the same concerned look.
Max frowned, he wasn't oblivious to the gator's relationship with the bear, or at least, what it was. He knew they were much closer than friends. He was their main mechanic, so he too was feeling disheartened that Freddy didn't remember him.
The room was awfully silent. Maxwell continued to scan over some documents, clicking off of pages and reviewing everything that had been done to Freddy for the past few weeks. He finally shut the computer down after a few minutes, pushing back in his chair and gathering the four that were still there once again.
"Well, the only conclusion I can come up with is that the virus must have lingered and messed with his programming. There was no memory wipe, so it has to be that." The group stared at him sorrowfully.
"W-Will it come back?" Chica asked quickly, voicing what the others so badly wanted to ask as well. Max ran a hand through his hair, fixing his hat.
"Its not definite, but that doesn't completely rule out the possibility. He still has a lot of his data stored right now." Max turned to Freddy, moving a bit closer with a clipboard in hand.
"Listen buddy, a lot of your memory was stripped from your software, but there's a chance that it may come back." He looked towards the rest of the group.
"Now I don't know when that could happen, if it does, and it may cause a sensory overload. There is something stopping your full data from processing, even though it went through on the computer. Because of this, I'm gonna have to require daily check ups with you, understand?" He asked the bear, and Freddy nodded, his ears flattening.
"I am... so sorry to cause you all this trouble, Maxwell. I do hope I gain my memory back." He pouted, and Max gave him a smile, softly patting his shoulder.
"Of course big guy, we all want to help you." He was right, Freddy was loved among the animatronics, even the employees and higher ups. Although a good portion of his memory was restored, a lot was missing.
Monty grumbled under his breath, cursing as he turned away from the rest of them. Chica tried to place a hand to his back, but he roughly shakes her off, steam blowing out of his snout. She backed away, knowing better than to mess with Monty when he was angry. And boy, was he right now.
"Really? You're just gonna fucking walk out?" Roxanne growled as Monty headed towards his elevator. She was just as pissed, she was mad that he would leave without trying, Freddy had forgotten her too! But she's not gonna leave, no, she's gonna make him remember.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fucking leave Roxy. Not like the damn bear remembers me anyways! I have no point being here!" He argued back, not even bothering to continue the argument as he let the doors to the elevator shut.
Roxanne was heated, and Freddy stared at the elevator with worry and confusion. Chica went over to Roxanne, trying to calm her down as she clenched her fists tightly, groaning out loud.
"ARRGHH! What a fucking WIMP! He's not the only one! Me too...." Her voice downed into a small whimper, and Chica felt her chest tighten. It made sense she was the only one Freddy remembered, considering they have been close friends for a while.
"I-I'm really sorry, this malfunction seems to be a much bigger issue than I anticipated?" Freddy asked Max, and he could only smile sadly to the bear, before going back to writing on his clipboard.
"Don't worry too much Fred, they just need some time." Freddy was still confused, but ultimately kept quiet and gave him a nod.
No. No no no! This can't be happening.
Monty paced around his room. He was frantic, angry. Was he angry? Furious, even? But he also felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him, as if something had dented his stomach plate and rearranged every cord inside. It was painful, he was in pain.
He doesn't remember me.
It repeated in his head.
He doesn't fucking remember me!
It took weeks. Maybe even months, from what Monty could remember. It took countless conversations, arguments, days, nights, it took so fucking long to get to where they were. And now it's all down the drain? Just like that?? Was the universe trying to go against him?
He can't go through it again. He doesn't remember what the "normal" was like between them anymore. He doesn't know if Freddy would ever consider him again. He doesn't know how to bring up the Bonnie situation again, would he hate him? Would he forgive him, like last time? He can't even imagine his reaction.
Would he hate him?
The question sent him over the edge. He felt blind rage, he wanted to break something, anything, he wanted to tear his room to bits and pieces, enough so that you wouldn't even be able to set foot in it.
But he didn't.
Instead, he stood there. In the middle of his room, gaze going blank through his glasses. He could hear that familiar clicking sound in his chest, the one where it made his throat feel stuck. Any sound he tried to let out glitched in his voice box. Then, he could feel the familiar and odd warm liquid leak from his eyes.
He doesn't remember me...
Damn, did those words cut like a knife. It was equivalent to physical pain, somehow, someway. His hands trembled slightly beneath him. He couldn't believe it. Was he crying? Him?
He let out a small noise, one most similar to a whimper as he forced himself to lay on his couch. He didn't even have the energy to claw through the delicate fabric. Instead, he curled in on himself. He removed his glasses, a hand covering his eyes as he continuously failed to stop the liquid from spilling out.