Literature
A Temperamental Gator
The ever present noise of children and parents that made their way through the Fazbear Megaplex was as much of an irritation to Montgomery Gator as it was a blessing. It wasn’t that he didn’t like kids, per se. Heck, he actually would say he even adored those kids that would come to their performances all decked out in green clothes and starshades, trying to mimic him. Roxy may have been the one who craved attention, but the gator certainly wasn’t dismissing any of the validation he got by seeing the little squirts who loved him. Naw, he didn’t hate the kids. His personality, though, meant he couldn’t deal with them as well as the others could. He was a renegade, a rockstar to the core, and it showed in how the parents would openly discourage the tykes from copying literally anything he did on stage. Even Roxy, with her own miscreant persona, would take little jabs at the “Problem Child” of the Pizzaplex group. This, in turn, wore away at his already short fuse over the day. He kept