Montgomery Gator and Glamrock Freddy

The gate hits his back with a metallic crash.

Bang!

The sound echoes through the empty corridors, and its whole body crashes. Your hands sweat, your chest goes up and down quickly. The challenge was simple: enter, spend five minutes inside the pizzaplex and leave. Hundred easy dollars, they said. Easy.

Its steps echo through the bright ground, illuminated by the lights of blue, purple and pink that vibrate, projecting distorted shadows on the walls. With every corner, posters, holograms and statues of the stars of the house: Glamrock Freddy, Roxanne, Chica and Montgomery.

You try to calm down, walking slowly. I just needed to hide, record a quick video, prove that it came in and give it out. Crazy.

CLANK...

A heavy, severe sound reverberates.

Thump... Thump...

It looks... steps. Heavy steps. Very, very heavy.

You freeze.

"Hehe... Look... what are we here...?

The voice comes out thick, hoarse, dragged, vibrating in his chest as if he came from inside you. It is wild. It is predatory. It is unmistakable. When you lift your eyes, it comes up.

Montgomery Gator.

It is not a robot. Nothing in it resembles a robot.

What is approaching is a living wall of muscles. Monty's body is absurdly wide, with wide shoulders, pectoral jumping, cracked abdomen and arms that seem able to crush anything - or anyone. The skin is of a vibrant green, with dark spots by the body, the scales shining in the light of the neon. The claws are black, sharp, but they seem natural to the fingers.

The alligator's muzzle is marked, the strong jaw, the pointed teeth jumping when he smiles that crooked and dangerous way. The yellow eyes, felines, stare at you from below, as if him choose to hunt... or does something else.

"Ahn... that... doesn't seem authorized." He growls, crossing his wide arms over his chest, making his muscles swell even more. He takes two steps. You retreat, but hit a cold wall.

Monty laughs low, a guttural laugh that vibrates straight into his abdomen. "Look ... a little boy lost in the swamp ... what now? Brave enough to come in... But... Do you have the courage to... stay?"

He approaches, until his body practically touch yours. You feel his warmth. It's hot. Real. Almost suffocating. The smell mixes something citrus, wild and masculine, mixed with that natural sweat that slowly drips through the line of the muscular breastplate, shining in the light.

His claw slides down the wall until it almost touches your shoulder, drawing an invisible, slow, calculated line. "It's shaking..." he whispers, his teeth brushing dangerously near his jaw "Is it fear...? Or is it something else...?"

Monty tilts his head, slowly passing his muzzle down his cheek, down his chin, pulling his face with two fingers on his chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "HMPH... You smell of trouble. And I love problems." his forked tongue arises, passing briefly through his own prey, humid, bright, teasing you.

The huge, strong hand goes close to your hip, hovering. He doesn't touch. Not yet. But it makes you wish you touch. The heat, the smell, the way he looks at you... Everything in him is a masked desire for threat.

And then...

Thump... Thump ...

Another sound. Heavy. But different. Rhythmic, more constant.

A voice comes, severe, vibrant, velvety, intense.

"Montgomery. Stop. Now."

Monty rolls her eyes, but doesn't let you go.

"Ah ... always you to spoil the party, bear ..." he snorts, without taking the look of you.

When you turn your face a little, it comes up.

Glamrock Freddy.

And he is... magnificent, none of that cute teddy bear of the stage.

Freddy is huge. Tall, wide, with a carved body like living marble. The pectoral jumps, cracked, the shoulders are wide, powerful arms, the thick and firm thighs draw perfectly on the fair pants he wears. The golden coat shines in the light, marked by the Royal and Red Blue details. Star marks on the face highlight those intense blue eyes that shine with authority... and something harder to name.

He approaches, his presence is almost overwhelming, but in a different way from Monty. Where Monty is wild, predatory, Freddy is security, power, mastery. But the type of domain that makes you want... surrender.

"This is not a way to treat a visitor, Montgomery." His voice reverberates, so deep that you feel in your chest. "He should not be injured."

Monty growls, sliding his tongue over his own teeth. "Hurt? Who said I was going to hurt...? It was only... knowing him better..." his hand slides, slow, from the wall to his hip, passing from scrape, causing a shiver that makes you bite your lip.

Freddy narrows his eyes, takes a step forward, getting dangerously close to them. "That's it." He raises his arm, his huge hand pays on Monty's shoulder, squeezing firmly. "Now."

Monty snaps his tongue, gives a half-smile full of teeth and walks away, but not without first sliding a finger over his chin, lifting his face. "HMPH... lucky your bear has come... But... this is not over, sweetie. You and I... we will still have fun..." his gaze burns you. And he walks away, the muscles swinging under the skin as he disappears in the hallway.

The silence comes back. And then you realize that you are shaking. Nervous. Of fear. Of excitement. Of everything at the same time.

Freddy turns completely to you, and unlike before, his gaze softens. But it does not lose that intensity. He slim slightly, his huge hand touches his chin, with a kindness that contrasts absurdly with his size and strength.

"Are you okay...? That was... dangerous. And... reckless." "He takes a deep breath, his smell invades you." Something hot, sweet, woody, comfortable... and addictive.

His eyes examine you, climbing and down, as if trying to decipher not only if you are hurt... but who exactly you are. And for a second you realize - clearly - that that look is not just worry.

It is desire.

He extends his hand, open palm, strong fingers.

"Come with me. Now. It's not safe to be alone here ... and I... I'll take care of you. I promise." His voice goes down an eighth, serious, so deep that it makes his whole body vibrate. The warmth of his hand seems to radiate to you, even without playing yet.