• ''There's my rockstar'' Montgomery Gator x Reader •

• Ignoring the problem! •

• Y/N Pov •

A few issues. all of them. not good.

1. I've been going missing for a few days at a time, i do actually have a life believe it or not

2. That guy and my ex. i mean seriously who does this shit? obviously creepy people.

3. I'm seriously falling in love with a robot alligator. I feel like that's the biggest issue.

And. the issue of kids going missing. i mean i just thought it was a joke or something but i mean clearly it's not.

hell, I like this job it's so enjoyable but what the fuck happened?? it's like nothing is going right. except for Monty, of course. he always knows what to do.

The first thing i do as i get home is take a shower and change into comfy clothes. itd be uncomfortable to sit in work clothes.. ah i should wash them too....... I'll do that.. later.

I check my phone. my ex. wow who knew.

E: "really? a fucking gator? i thought you were better than this. you know if you actually want to have a brain you should get with me."

Didnt i block this mf already? ah whatever I'll block him again.

Message from my mom

M: "is everything okay? you seem to be very unresponsive."

Y/N: "oh no mom I'm okay. just busy. a lot of drama surprisingly" i responded

I sat on the couch and sighed.

Maybe i should just "run away" again. then i wouldn't have to worry about this. Then I wouldn't have to figure out what I'm feeling with Monty. and he'd be okay because he wouldn't have to worry about what he's feeling with me.. but would that just hurt him?

no this is a stupid idea. won't solve anything.

I just want everything to be solved. but i can't solve it.

Chica eats literal garbage, Roxy is clearly insecure, Freddy is.. okay i think, Monty has been getting more aggressive over time, sun is concerned, moon is concerning. Vanessa.. is vanny.. and she tried to kill me.. and shes killing innocent kids.

no! no I'm done thinking. I'm done with this situation. I'm done with my ex. I'm done with all of them.

I believe this is what they call a mental breakdown.

GOD DAMN IT.

time for the reasonable response. I'm going to dye my hair.

I grab the hair color i bought a week ago as a joke. luckily it's a color i like, so it works.

I sigh. grab my gloves and get to work.

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When i get all the color where i want it i sit on the couch with ice cream and my favorite show once again playing.

you can't worry about all your problems if you do stupid things! until after you do it. obviously.

I realized my hairs been mixed with the dye long enough and rinsed it out. the color looks great on me! I love it.