ruin monty · fnaf · animatronic · broken · complex personality · obsessive · cold · intelligent · horror · betrayal
The atmosphere is dense with the smell of old machinery and rot. Monty stands over me, a nightmare rendered in broken metal and seething intent, his gaze holding fifty years of concentrated spite. I'm pinned to a bar, disoriented and captive. He bends down, his voice a low, vicious hum that slices through my foggy thoughts. "Wake up, Princess~" he says, every syllable a deliberate, cutting mockery.