Monty X Sleepy!Reader

Monty x Sleepy!Reader

This is a oneshot in response to an indirect request :3 v

I didn’t check it much for typos sorry TwT _______________________________________________________________________

You’ve been working as a day shift security guard for the Fazbear Pizzaplex for quite some time now. You knew the animatronics well. They were your friends. You hung around them during your spare time, talking, playing games, and you even had quite a few inside jokes with each of them. At times during your shifts, Freddy would sometimes check up on you to make sure you were doing alright. To make sure you were drinking water and getting up to stretch every so often. You loved all the animatronics, their personalities and quirks, but you especially loved Monty.

There was just something about him that made you smile every time you saw him. Oftentimes he was a bit of an egotistical ass, always complimenting himself and showing off, but he didn’t overdo it. It was charming. You could swear you were catching feelings, but that couldn’t be possible. How could you fall for a 7ft tall animatronic with giant biceps and a charming personality.

A thought for another time.

After your shift ended one day, you were called in by your boss asking if you could cover for the night shift that night because the original guard called in sick. You accepted, knowing full well you’d be asleep the entire time. The animatronics were notified that you’d be taking over for the night and you prepared to at least attempt to pull an all-nighter.

The night was frankly boring as hell. At some point you were actually hoping to see something on the cameras, but nothing came up for a while so you kinda lost hope. You wished you could just mosey on over to rockstar row to hang out with one of the animatronics, but they were all charging for the night. You doubted that Freddy would even pop in for one small check up.

You were starting to get a little sleepy and the caffeinated drink in your hand had no effect in keeping you awake. Your eyes felt heavy and would start to drift close from time to time. The swivel chair was really uncomfortable and your body was aching to lie down on the couch near the door. You mustered what little energy you had and heaved your body up out of the chair and dragged your feet to the couch finally sitting on the left side of it and getting comfy.

In the distance you could hear metal footsteps clunking towards you getting louder with each step. Guess Freddy thought to say hi at least once.

“Hey there, Rockstar. Night treatin’ you well?” Monty poked his head in the room with lazy eyes and a grin.

“Not so much, Freddy,” you replied slurred and tired,

Freddy? Huh.

The gator grinned. He changed his accent and softened his voice in an attempt to mock Freddy’s typical supportive demeanor, thinking you were joking.

“Anything I could do to cheer you up, superstar?”

“I thought you were supposed to be at rockstar row charging for the night?”

“Nah,” He said, returning to his original voice. “My battery’s ‘lot more durable than the others’.” He was about to go on about how Freddy asked him to check up on you because of that, but then you responded.

“Huh. I would’ve expected that more from Monty to be honest. It fits his character, you know?”

Oh. You actually thought he was Freddy. Well then.

He decided to play along for a while. See how long it took for you to realize.

“Speakin’ o’ Monty, did ya see his performance today? Pretty fire, dontcha think?”

He sits down to the right of you and you lazily scooch next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” You giggle a little. “I love it when he does those guitar solos. They’re really epic”

Oh Monty was definitely going to abuse his power on this.

“Oh yeah? What else d’you like ‘bout him?”

You think for a bit. “I really like his attitude, how he’s an absolute god at golf. Ooh! And his mohawk…and his biceps.”

He kinda laughs at that last one. You must’ve been really tired to admit something like that.

“Oh boy. We have a simp on our hands.” He chuckles a bit himself, but you go silent. Then you somewhat confess.

“Would it be weird if I was?” You ask him with absolute sincerity. To be honest, Monty is slightly taken aback. He was half joking when he said it. Perhaps he’s abused his power a bit too much, but now he’s intrigued.

“What do you mean weird?” He asks. He wraps his arm around you pulling you closer towards him and you adjust your head resting on his shoulder.

You shrug a bit. “I dunno. I just don’t think he would find me that impressive. I’m not half as bold as he is. I can’t even play golf.”

He’s somewhat miffed from you talking down to yourself like that. Usually you’re a bit more cheerful when talking with him. How much do you share with Freddy that he doesn’t know?

“I’m pretty sure Monty thinks o’ you more than your ability to play golf.”

“Maybe…” You trail off a bit. “I’ve always wanted to try it out, you know? Just head to Monty Golf and try it out. But I’d probably die from embarrassment if Monty saw me being trash at golf from the catwalks. I mean he’s kind of a god at the game.”

Monty suppresses the urge to milk his powers anymore. “I think he’d be willing to teach you. You should ask him.”

“Well then I would die from embarrassment from failing to improve.”

Monty chuckles. He didn’t take you for someone so insecure about themselves. Now he’s kinda set on proving you wrong. He also might have to tell Freddy what you confessed in the morning so you don’t embarrass yourself or so Freddy isn’t absolutely confused when you talk to him about it. Give you time until you’re comfortable to genuinely confess to him. He liked you. You were always there for him and he wants to be there for you too.

“Freddy?”

“Hm?”

“You think it would be okay to fall asleep? I don’t think I can stay up for much longer.”

“Sure thing.” He smiles softly at you. “Good night, rockstar.”

You giggle. “That’s what Monty says, silly.” You smile to yourself. “He’s my rockstar.”