But He Is Also 11 - Tumblr Posts

How to Take Down a Gator, A Somewhat Pacifist Way Part 1/2

“SHIT!”

The whole catwalk shook as Gregory turned around and backed away from Monty, landing only a few inches away from where Gregory once stood. Monty gave him a toothy grin.

“Hey there, little guy."

Monty lunged forward, arms reaching out for Gregory. He turned around and ran. Adrenaline running shooting through him. His mind only focused on getting as much space in between Monty and himself as he could. He took as many turns as he could, stopping occasionally, to catch his breath. Looking back now and then, to make sure Monty didn’t catch up.

He made a wrong turn at one point and backed himself into a dead end. Monty came up to him and was getting ready to lunge at him once more. Gregory decided to take a risk not giving himself time to think. He was able to slide right in between Monty’s legs, right before he lunged.

By the time Monty noticed this had happened. He had already lunged at the wall and couldn’t stop himself. His claw sinking into the wires and the wall. Gregory gave the gator a smirk, and a cheer. Thinking he was finally able to outsmart the animatronic.

“Sorry little guy, looks like it’s the end of your show.”

Monty gave a growl and started tugging at the wall. Gregory’s smirk faded, as he realized that the wall and wires wouldn’t hold up long for any longer. So, he started running to the gun that was far away enough that, when Monty got free, wouldn’t immediately be able to catch him.

When he got to it, he tripped and pulled himself up, started shooting at the bullseyes. His hands were shaking so bad, that he missed the bullseyes on his first two shots.

Come on, come on. You can do this, don’t think about anything else. Just shot the target. He missed one more shot before he forced himself to stop shaking. Just as he took his last shot. He felt an intense pain in his left side.

He screamed and fell on his back, scrambling away from the gun. His vision blurring from the pain running through his entire body, burning hot. He let out another scream. Still trying to get away from the gator, his body moving slower than he wanted it too.

“Sorry kid, looks like it's the end of the show for you.”

Gregory looked around him as he started to crawl faster. Looking for anything that could help him. It was hard to focus on anything with his vision partly blurry, and the blood roaring in his ears. He tried to slow down his breathing. While ignoring the blood he could feel dripping down his side. Knowing that if he started to focus on anything else besides surviving, he would be dead.

No, I can’t die like this. I never thought I would die like this. I always thought it would be on the streets. To the elements, or some crazy dogs. Not by some 7-foot animatronic gator.

He could feel tears gathering in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do, his Faz Camera wouldn’t work against Monty. He didn’t have anything else that could help him. Just as he thought that it was really the end of the show for him.

He caught something out of the corner of his eye.

There, a couple of catwalks away from where Monty had his claws stuck. There was a control panel, it seems like the wires the gator cut into were not on. He remembered one of the messages he got on his Faz Watch. It had said something about how one of the panels in Gator Golf was putting too much electricity into the wires. That it could possibly override the system, and if the wires were ever cut, that a person could possibly die because of it.

And shut down an animatronic.

Gregory felt hope gather up in his chest. He took a couple of deep breaths. As he was backing away from Monty. Trying to steel himself for what was coming next. He couldn’t help but think about the words Freddy told him early.

You got this superstar!

I got this…

With a final breath, Gregory jumped up and slid between the gator’s legs. As soon as he was through, he picked himself up. Ignoring the pain and vision blurring, and sprinted.

“What!?!?! Really!?!?! Get back here kid!”

The whole walkway shook as Monty ran after the kid. Gregory is trying his best to keep going. But he knew that he was much slower than before. He could only hope that his body had enough energy to get him to the control panel.

He turned right.

Then he turned left.

Please, don’t fail now.

Another right.

Another left.

I don’t want to die, not like this.

Right.

I’m a fucking superstar, I won’t let a pile of metal and plastic beat me.

As he made his final turn, he slammed himself against the control panel. His eyes quickly landed on the Freddy button. And smacked his hand right on it. He could hear the wires sparking from here.

“HEY!”

Gregory turned around; Monty was right there. At least ten feet away from him. Gregory turned to his left, looking at how much space was in between the catwalk.

If I climb up the beams right next to me. I should be able to jump and make it.

Without wasting a second, Gregory climbed up the beam, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a second. Having only one thought as he prepared himself.

Freddy is going to be so upset about this.

He opened his eyes.

And jumped.

Gregory felt his stomach drop. He felt weightless, the adrenaline rushing through him once more. And his body slammed itself against the railing. He felt all the air leaving his lungs. His thorat making an odd squeaky wheezing noise, his arms flailing about. Before grabbing on to the railing, slumping over them, taking a moment to catch his breath.

A moment later Monty let out a roar. Gregory jumped, realizing he didn’t have much time. He pulled himself up and over. Almost falling to the floor before he caught himself and ran what little distance he had left to the wires. He only had a couple feet left until he reached the wires.

The catwalk shook as Monty landed, just a few feet behind him.

Gregory turned around and faced Monty.

“I’m tired of playing these games kid, this. Ends. NOW.”

Monty started to charge at him.

Okay, you can do this.

Gregory looked behind him, the wire sparks were bright, a few sparks a little too close for comfort.

You just need to wait for the right moment.

He looked back at Monty; he was closer than before.

Just one more moment.

Monty was reaching his arms out, his jaw opening.

Now!

Gregory leaped to the side. Once again slamming into the railing. He pulled himself up to the top, pulling his legs up to his chest.

A blur of green rushed by him, before slamming right into the wall. The last thing he saw before shutting his eyes were the wires landing on right in between Monty’s neck and head. Sliding under the casing.

Monty made some odd mechanical noise for a minute. Before going to a buzzing hum. Gregory felt the catwalk give one final big shake as Monty fell over. Gregory didn’t open his eyes until the shaking stopped, once it did. He opened his eyes and looked at him. Monty was laying on his back, eyes staring straight at the ceiling, his sunglasses askew on his snout.

Gregory gently got himself off the railing. And creeped closer to the gator, looking over the damage done to him. You could barely tell he was electrocuted with all the dirt on him. He silently raised his foot and started poking at him. When he didn’t move after a minute of this going on. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief. It was finally over; he could get Monty’s claws to upgrade Freddy.

Leaning over Monty to get a good look at his hands. Gregory felt a sharp pain through his body. Starting from his left side, going all the way to his chest. He let out a yelp, straightening himself up and back up to the wall. Before thinking twice about it and going to the railing instead.

Gregory sat down against the railing, trying to find a good way to rest his back without the railing digging into his injured side. Now that he wasn’t running for his life anymore, the pain was hitting him full force. He couldn’t help but let out a sob.

It hurt so much, it hurt more than that time he fell off the playground at six years old. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he had bruises for weeks. His parents did not even notice when he was limping around for a month.

More than when his parents forgot to give him food a couple of times for a few days. Before noticing and giving him some frozen food to warm up.

More than, six months ago his mom. Drinking too much one night threw a beer bottle right next to his head. Only a couple of pieces of glass cutting into his cheek. One of them left a scar right where his bandage was now resting.

This was so much worse than all those times combined. And all he could do was sit there, alone, with no energy to move or get help. Gregory was exhausted, he was so close to getting the claws. But he didn’t know how he would have gotten those off. He should have just stuck with his bucket plan.

But because of his dumb brain, he was now back to square one. He didn't know how he could do this again. But one thing was for sure, he was too exhausted to care now. He just wished he could sleep, but with this pain he knew there would be no sleep for him tonight.

Gregory sighed and closed his eyes. Hoping he could get at least a little bit of rest.

AN: Hello! I hope you guys enjoyed this story! Don't worry, there is a part two in the works right now. It was taking me a little longer to write the whole thing. I thought might as well post part of it and see what everyone thinks.

I would like to thank @tophthedaydreamer for inpiresing this idea, and for letting me use her ideas for a pacifist route of the game. She had some good ideas for Chica and Roxy, that I am very exiced to write. This story is also posted on AO3 under the username Ijustwanttowrite5000. I will be posting my fic there before tumblr. I can't wait to write more, and see everyones reactions. Until next time!-

How to Take Down a Gator, A Somewhat Pacifist Way Part 1/2

“SHIT!”

The whole catwalk shook as Gregory turned around and backed away from Monty, landing only a few inches away from where Gregory once stood. Monty gave him a toothy grin.

“Hey there, little guy."

Monty lunged forward, arms reaching out for Gregory. He turned around and ran. Adrenaline running shooting through him. His mind only focused on getting as much space in between Monty and himself as he could. He took as many turns as he could, stopping occasionally, to catch his breath. Looking back now and then, to make sure Monty didn’t catch up.

He made a wrong turn at one point and backed himself into a dead end. Monty came up to him and was getting ready to lunge at him once more. Gregory decided to take a risk not giving himself time to think. He was able to slide right in between Monty’s legs, right before he lunged.

By the time Monty noticed this had happened. He had already lunged at the wall and couldn’t stop himself. His claw sinking into the wires and the wall. Gregory gave the gator a smirk, and a cheer. Thinking he was finally able to outsmart the animatronic.

“Sorry little guy, looks like it’s the end of your show.”

Monty gave a growl and started tugging at the wall. Gregory’s smirk faded, as he realized that the wall and wires wouldn’t hold up long for any longer. So, he started running to the gun that was far away enough that, when Monty got free, wouldn’t immediately be able to catch him.

When he got to it, he tripped and pulled himself up, started shooting at the bullseyes. His hands were shaking so bad, that he missed the bullseyes on his first two shots.

Come on, come on. You can do this, don’t think about anything else. Just shot the target. He missed one more shot before he forced himself to stop shaking. Just as he took his last shot. He felt an intense pain in his left side.

He screamed and fell on his back, scrambling away from the gun. His vision blurring from the pain running through his entire body, burning hot. He let out another scream. Still trying to get away from the gator, his body moving slower than he wanted it too.

“Sorry kid, looks like it's the end of the show for you.”

Gregory looked around him as he started to crawl faster. Looking for anything that could help him. It was hard to focus on anything with his vision partly blurry, and the blood roaring in his ears. He tried to slow down his breathing. While ignoring the blood he could feel dripping down his side. Knowing that if he started to focus on anything else besides surviving, he would be dead.

No, I can’t die like this. I never thought I would die like this. I always thought it would be on the streets. To the elements, or some crazy dogs. Not by some 7-foot animatronic gator.

He could feel tears gathering in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do, his Faz Camera wouldn’t work against Monty. He didn’t have anything else that could help him. Just as he thought that it was really the end of the show for him.

He caught something out of the corner of his eye.

There, a couple of catwalks away from where Monty had his claws stuck. There was a control panel, it seems like the wires the gator cut into were not on. He remembered one of the messages he got on his Faz Watch. It had said something about how one of the panels in Gator Golf was putting too much electricity into the wires. That it could possibly override the system, and if the wires were ever cut, that a person could possibly die because of it.

And shut down an animatronic.

Gregory felt hope gather up in his chest. He took a couple of deep breaths. As he was backing away from Monty. Trying to steel himself for what was coming next. He couldn’t help but think about the words Freddy told him early.

You got this superstar!

I got this…

With a final breath, Gregory jumped up and slid between the gator’s legs. As soon as he was through, he picked himself up. Ignoring the pain and vision blurring, and sprinted.

“What!?!?! Really!?!?! Get back here kid!”

The whole walkway shook as Monty ran after the kid. Gregory is trying his best to keep going. But he knew that he was much slower than before. He could only hope that his body had enough energy to get him to the control panel.

He turned right.

Then he turned left.

Please, don’t fail now.

Another right.

Another left.

I don’t want to die, not like this.

Right.

I’m a fucking superstar, I won’t let a pile of metal and plastic beat me.

As he made his final turn, he slammed himself against the control panel. His eyes quickly landed on the Freddy button. And smacked his hand right on it. He could hear the wires sparking from here.

“HEY!”

Gregory turned around; Monty was right there. At least ten feet away from him. Gregory turned to his left, looking at how much space was in between the catwalk.

If I climb up the beams right next to me. I should be able to jump and make it.

Without wasting a second, Gregory climbed up the beam, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a second. Having only one thought as he prepared himself.

Freddy is going to be so upset about this.

He opened his eyes.

And jumped.

Gregory felt his stomach drop. He felt weightless, the adrenaline rushing through him once more. And his body slammed itself against the railing. He felt all the air leaving his lungs. His thorat making an odd squeaky wheezing noise, his arms flailing about. Before grabbing on to the railing, slumping over them, taking a moment to catch his breath.

A moment later Monty let out a roar. Gregory jumped, realizing he didn’t have much time. He pulled himself up and over. Almost falling to the floor before he caught himself and ran what little distance he had left to the wires. He only had a couple feet left until he reached the wires.

The catwalk shook as Monty landed, just a few feet behind him.

Gregory turned around and faced Monty.

“I’m tired of playing these games kid, this. Ends. NOW.”

Monty started to charge at him.

Okay, you can do this.

Gregory looked behind him, the wire sparks were bright, a few sparks a little too close for comfort.

You just need to wait for the right moment.

He looked back at Monty; he was closer than before.

Just one more moment.

Monty was reaching his arms out, his jaw opening.

Now!

Gregory leaped to the side. Once again slamming into the railing. He pulled himself up to the top, pulling his legs up to his chest.

A blur of green rushed by him, before slamming right into the wall. The last thing he saw before shutting his eyes were the wires landing on right in between Monty’s neck and head. Sliding under the casing.

Monty made some odd mechanical noise for a minute. Before going to a buzzing hum. Gregory felt the catwalk give one final big shake as Monty fell over. Gregory didn’t open his eyes until the shaking stopped, once it did. He opened his eyes and looked at him. Monty was laying on his back, eyes staring straight at the ceiling, his sunglasses askew on his snout.

Gregory gently got himself off the railing. And creeped closer to the gator, looking over the damage done to him. You could barely tell he was electrocuted with all the dirt on him. He silently raised his foot and started poking at him. When he didn’t move after a minute of this going on. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief. It was finally over; he could get Monty’s claws to upgrade Freddy.

Leaning over Monty to get a good look at his hands. Gregory felt a sharp pain through his body. Starting from his left side, going all the way to his chest. He let out a yelp, straightening himself up and back up to the wall. Before thinking twice about it and going to the railing instead.

Gregory sat down against the railing, trying to find a good way to rest his back without the railing digging into his injured side. Now that he wasn’t running for his life anymore, the pain was hitting him full force. He couldn’t help but let out a sob.

It hurt so much, it hurt more than that time he fell off the playground at six years old. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he had bruises for weeks. His parents did not even notice when he was limping around for a month.

More than when his parents forgot to give him food a couple of times for a few days. Before noticing and giving him some frozen food to warm up.

More than, six months ago his mom. Drinking too much one night threw a beer bottle right next to his head. Only a couple of pieces of glass cutting into his cheek. One of them left a scar right where his bandage was now resting.

This was so much worse than all those times combined. And all he could do was sit there, alone, with no energy to move or get help. Gregory was exhausted, he was so close to getting the claws. But he didn’t know how he would have gotten those off. He should have just stuck with his bucket plan.

But because of his dumb brain, he was now back to square one. He didn't know how he could do this again. But one thing was for sure, he was too exhausted to care now. He just wished he could sleep, but with this pain he knew there would be no sleep for him tonight.

Gregory sighed and closed his eyes. Hoping he could get at least a little bit of rest.

AN: Hello! I hope you guys enjoyed this story! Don't worry, there is a part two in the works right now. It was taking me a little longer to write the whole thing. I thought might as well post part of it and see what everyone thinks.

I would like to thank @tophthedaydreamer for inpiresing this idea, and for letting me use her ideas for a pacifist route of the game. She had some good ideas for Chica and Roxy, that I am very exiced to write. This story is also posted on AO3 under the username Ijustwanttowrite5000. I will be posting my fic there before tumblr. I can't wait to write more, and see everyones reactions. Until next time!-