Monty just wanted to show off the new design they made to his golf course, the splash bucket, this wasn't supposed to happen.

Or

A new take on Monty destroying Bonnie, except this time, accidentally.

A/N: Or I'm not entirely convinced that Monty is some big villain willing to kill to get into a band, he may have an ego but that doesn't mean he's entirely evil so I wanted to try a new perspective.

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Monty was the newest animatronic to his knowledge, out of the cast of characters he had heard of- new and old- only he, the daycare attendant, and partially Roxy were particularly new to the cast of characters in the supposed series of them?

He had seen posters around the restaurant showing off 'toy' animatronics, or the 'original' ones and not a single one had a gator, daycare attendant/Sun and Moon, or a wolf- though he wasn't quite sure if a fox constituted as a wolf, he was pretty sure they were the same. So, basically, to his knowledge he and the Sun and Moon guy were the newest addition since he's 99% sure that foxes and wolves are the same things in concept. Although he tends to ignore or forget about music man variants since well even he doesn't want to acknowledge their existence with how creepy they are with their cold dead eyes.

He's not a part of the band, and sure he's a little bitter, mad, it's a hit to his ego after all, what do they have that he doesn't? So as a sign of his resent towards them, he wrecks his room almost on a daily basis to the point where they've given up actually cleaning it along with destroying S.T.A.F.F. Bots and gates as well, however, that only managed to satiate his anger a bit, that was the thing, it was only a tiny bit.

Destroying things didn't solve the fact that he wasn't exactly the kid's favorite, in fact, teens favored him more than kids ever would, and that's not even mentioning the fact that more adults came to play golf than anyone below the age of 18 ever would.

Monty was still bitter, but not bitter to the point of murder.

Yet here he was an active participant of it.

Once he left his room he had a tendency to stay in his golf course, while yes he explored the other floors he always had a tendency to lean towards areas he knew like the back of his claw. So slowly but surely after getting familiar with one area after another, he started exploring them not like there really was a point, he wouldn't ever see them in the near future since he wasn't really the main attraction, that was the others.

Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Bonnie, Glamrock Chica- who he had noticed that they came in three, no matter the type, whether it be toy or old they were never replaced- and Roxanne Wolf. He has mostly forgotten if anything, not that he minded, he always knew how to push the security guards and technicians buttons if he wanted to and that was more fun than anything else.

Monty thrived on chaos, creating problems and watching them unfold for his entertainment, he reveled in it all, laughing as he watched security guards trying to find wherever he hid away on the catwalks away from them, it was fun. You can imagine how much more fun it was when they added the ball-shooters to the catwalks and he got to include those into the mix. That was also how he got banned from ever stepping foot on the catwalks but he can destroy gates so it was nothing less than an issue.

Apparently another animatronic had heard of his love for causing chaos and decided to visit him, that was Glamrock Bonnie. Out of all the Glamock animatronics, he had been the first to properly introduce himself to him, the others he had seen around but they never interacted. It was his first time actually meeting another animatronic- since he did not consider the bots in his area with their dead cold eyes actual animatronics.

"It's nice to meet you, buddy, I'm Glamrock Bonnie I heard you're new 'round 'ere!" Bonnie had introduced himself with a hearty chuckle, extending a paw towards him, Monty had noted he had a slight accent, though at the end of things it really didn't matter. The two exchanged words, not many but as the days passed by it back full-on conversations, Bonnie was... Really the only animatronic of the main ones that came and visit him, Freddy had meant to from what he had heard but that lousy-muck kept saying it but never did. Monty didn't like liars, so he was a bit of a prick in his eyes.

The two engaged in a game of golf or few, Monty beating him and also moving his ball when he wasn't looking. Bonnie was an enjoyable company, to be honest, a breath of fresh air then his grubby little playset the Plex gave him.

Then came along the Splash Bucket... The Splash Bucket! As the newest addition of his area, he wanted to show it off? And who else would he invite? Bonnie of course! He was to play the game while he had Bonnie try to stop him, like a fun little boss fight, right? All he had to do was use the ball-shooters and hit the targets before Bonnie could catch up to him. And like always, Monty won, he won, he wouldn't accept less of himself!.

Then, after that, things all came crashing down quite literally. Excited in his victory he gestured widely, gloating loudly and his claw brushed against something, he didn't think much of it, why would he? It was probably just a railing and he was too excited in his victory to even notice the button flashing from green to red, so excited he didn't realize it until he heard the sound of balls tumbling followed by a yelp. His eyelids shot open at the sound, but he was too late.

He watched as Bonnie fell off the platform after getting swamped away by colored balls, hitting piece after piece of the stage, pieces crumbling and falling off hit after hit until he hit the floor with a loud 'BANG!', an array of balls following. Now taking far more heed than he had before, he jumped down, platform by platform until he reached the bottom and he had faced what had caused.

On his stage, surrounding my multiple colored balls laid now destroyed and smashed to bits laid Glamrock Bonnie, sparks of crudely cut wires flew sparkled to no avail, Bonnie was gone. Dead, and he could only stare at the empty pieces of him that lay on the floor.

If... If anyone here found out that I did this, whether it be accidental or not... If any of the maintenance staff found out then I'd be scrapped! Done for! Gone! They'd shut me down and get rid of any trace of me! Basically, kill me! I'll be dead!

Oh... Oh, man...

If he had a heart he's sure it'd be pounding out of his chest, it certainly felt like it with how much his circuits were overheating at the simple thought of just suddenly being put out of commission and never waking up again. Like being put in a coma with no hopes of getting out of it. Or maybe- just maybe- they'd replace him.

What is he talking about, of course, they'd replace him! Monty was well aware he could easily be quite destructive when it came down to it but he didn't know the extent of it, this... This was the extent.

Oh god, he was so fucked. He was going to be scrapped, left to rot in some alleyway he just couldn't- he didn't want to die, he'd do anything!- he'd- he'd-

He had to get rid of the evidence.

He had to.

There's no other choice unless he wants to be as good as dead.

With guilt heavy on his shoulders, slowing his every step he picked up ball by ball and shoved it into a bag, a bag he'd use to reload the ball-shooters, and then he'd have to move the splash bucket if possible, and after that... He wasn't sure what to do. What could he really do? He just fucking murdered someone essentially!

Monty found that moving the splash bucket was easier said than done, he could hold it up, but keeping it up that way was the problem, there was a mechanism that held it up, he tried pressing the button again but it didn't work, he'd let the workers deal with it. Monty spent the rest of that night tearing up lower levels, anything in his path he'd destroy, it didn't matter he needed to get whatever it was he was feeling out, guilt, he was sure, anger, sadness whatever emotion came his way he'd vent it through destruction of whatever came in his path and then return back to his room for the day.

The next day as maintenance staff questioned him on what happened, Monty pretended he knew nothing knowing damn well that would be awaiting him if he let anything spill, luckily, the more arrogant he acted the faster they got tired of him and stopped asking questions so getting them to shut up was an easy fix it was... Easier that way.

A few days past, or at least he thinks it was a few days he hadn't paid attention, all the other animatronics- those who never really bothered to visit him up until now- came to see if they could figure out what really happened to Bonnie came to ask him questions and investigate. It was harder to blow them off, but if he couldn't he'd just leave, as he said, he knew this place like the back of his claw so maneuvering around was a piece of cake and if that didn't work he'd go to his room. Despite how heavy his footsteps were, he was good at hiding.

Then, he replaced Glamrock Bonnie, he replaced than man- bunny?- he murdered.

Monty wasn't sure how to feel about that, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be. Then a few months later a kid named Gregory somehow stumbled into the Mega Pizza Plex, taking them all out one by one, and just how Bonnie had died- or been decommissioned- the same thing happened to him- except he survived, barely, without his legs, torn up and shattered beyond belief and left to suffer just how he had left him to.

How ironic.

Monty knew he deserved it.

This never was supposed to happen.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed my first work! Yell at me in the comments if you did and if you wanna see more! Cuz' I do like to believe after Gregory leaves Bonnie will come back and it'd be kinda fun to write the two talk again, console maybe, but that's just me.

BYE-ONARA!