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"Monty, you need to stop getting ahead, we have to be in sync!" Freddy states as he puts his fingers onto his temple, annoyance barely showing in his tone to make it noticeable. But Monty hears it and growls under his breath.
"Well maybe it's not me who's the problem, it's probably you!" Monty snarls, as he crosses his arms, his stance defensive and his tail flicking in annoyance. Freddy's ears lowered as he can feel his head starting to hurt from thoughts whirling around, clearly annoyed at the gator. But not wanting to be rude, he lets out a sigh and his face remains calm unlike the gator's scowling features.
"Monty, you'll get to perform next week in the front. Just, bear with us till then." The bear ignored the wolf's snicker at the unintended pun, his arms now resting at his sides.
Monty huffs as he glares straight at the bear, who only stares back with calm but hidden annoyance. They glare at each other, not pulling away, knowing that if one of them backs down, the other would win the small useless argument. But they were both very stubborn.
Roxy and Chica looked amused, until Roxy began sniffing the air. Chica cocks her head in question but Roxy asks her a question instead, "Do you smell that chickpea?" Chicas face scrunches up in confusion, before attempting to smell as well to see what Roxy was referring to, and when she didn't smell anything different, she looked over at the wolf, her head tilted to the side to question what Roxy was talking about, "Smell what Roxy?" The wolf looks at her, a grin showing off her fangs that the chicken couldn't help but blush at.
Roxy points her thumb towards the still bear and gator who were still having their intense staring contest.
"The scent of sexual tension is in the air," she says cheeky, before she can laugh at her joke, she got hit in the head with a chair a minute after her statement.
The gator huffed as both the bear and the gators fans were whirring very loud, giving away that they were embarrassed and most likely blushing.
"Roxy, shut the fuck up!" Monty growls, but Roxy only snarls in return, and then she begins bursting into laughter at the look of the disheveled gator.
Weeks later, Freddy and Monty were caught in the supply closet making out.