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" Follow me. "
Glamrock Bonnie felt unnerved from the faint ambiance of the hall leading to Gator Golf. Even with an animatronic as strong as Montgomery Gator himself, it was still a bit freakish the way there was a heavy silence between the two. They never talked much anyway, but that didn't mean there wasn't usually small talk.
After all, Montgomery was fairly new to the establishment, so perhaps he was still getting used to Bonnie?
" So uh, " Bonnie started, walking up a bit to meet the Gator's speed, " Whaddya need me for? It's almost time to wind down, so i'm curious— "
" Hush. " Monty said. Bonnie slowed down a bit, but he kept walking. He made notice of how Monty hadn't adjusted his glasses once like he usually does. They were glued to his face.
Eventually their strong footsteps made it to the golf course. Bonnie had never been inside, so the scene appalled him. It was huge, very big. The lights were dimmed since attractions such as these closed earlier than others. Bonnie always wondered why.
" Do you know what it feels like to have power, Bon? "
That nickname... Only Glamrock Freddy used it.
With a light hum, Bonnie shook his head no. He pretended to know what Monty meant exactly, since the question was so sudden and abrupt. Monty chuckled at that response. They both stopped walking at this point, in the middle of the entrance.
" Me neither. It's ah.. hard when others are in the way from letting you feel it. "
Now, Bonnie was really confused.
Monty turned to face Bonnie directly, and the robot could see a faint glow behind those tinted glasses. What was he feeling? What did it mean?
The room felt like it was about to close in and crush the both of them with the tension.
" Montgomery.. is there something you want to tell me? Are you okay? "
1:18 AM
Vanessa cursed at herself as she walked into Gator Golf. Of course on what was supposed to be one of her laid back shifts, one of those bots just had to go missing.
Monty golf would probably be where Bonnie had gone to. The place was just installed a few weeks ago, and there was a lack of cameras in the huge spot. The rules were simple, you stay where you belong and if your child goes missing, Fazbear Entertainment isn't at fault. It's YOURS as the parent for not watching your damn kids.
Her flashlight turned into many nooks in cranny's, but so far nothing could be found. Nothing important at least.
And then as Vanessa was ready to turn around and go search Roxy Raceway, she noticed the black oil trailing underneath her feet, her flashlight making out a trail of oil, parts, screws, and bolts.
Shit.