The saxophone. The so-called 'King of Jazz'.
He'd always found that instrument to be interesting. But damned was he if he was going to let ol' big ears upstage him. Bonnie could play bass? So? He could play bass AND the saxophone. Let them try to replace him then! Swamp Jazz was in, 80s synth music was out.
Not that he expected Bonnie to last long of course. Once you turned him on and found the evil stuff he did you'd surely decommission him. Then things would go back to normal again.
I mean, controlling the band and forcing them to attack people! Bonnie doesn't deserve to live! But Monty needed to be ready in case Bonnie somehow wowed you with his charm. Monty knew the truth.
He just needed practice. So what if he couldn't breathe? He would be the best sax player in the plex, best in the country! He just needed practice...and an audience.
Listening attentively, the plushie watched, slumped over in a nearby chair as Monty bellowed on, the sounds of jazz filling the empty hall.
Swamp jazz was in!
Another preview of my upcoming story, Ol' Big Ears. Worried that the resurrection of Bonnie would make him render him useless Monty begins to learn a new instrument.
I have a bunch of other angles and renders of this scene. It was really hard picking a perfect view. I will probably upload them at some point.
Monty plushie by McTayTay, Monty Gator model by LetTric and co, chair by Py-Bun, saxophone from MrShlapa, map from Moccus and random props from Ink Man.
Read the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4.....ters/104531832 (note that this is about halfway through the entirety of the fic)
He'd always found that instrument to be interesting. But damned was he if he was going to let ol' big ears upstage him. Bonnie could play bass? So? He could play bass AND the saxophone. Let them try to replace him then! Swamp Jazz was in, 80s synth music was out.
Not that he expected Bonnie to last long of course. Once you turned him on and found the evil stuff he did you'd surely decommission him. Then things would go back to normal again.
I mean, controlling the band and forcing them to attack people! Bonnie doesn't deserve to live! But Monty needed to be ready in case Bonnie somehow wowed you with his charm. Monty knew the truth.
He just needed practice. So what if he couldn't breathe? He would be the best sax player in the plex, best in the country! He just needed practice...and an audience.
Listening attentively, the plushie watched, slumped over in a nearby chair as Monty bellowed on, the sounds of jazz filling the empty hall.
Swamp jazz was in!
Another preview of my upcoming story, Ol' Big Ears. Worried that the resurrection of Bonnie would make him render him useless Monty begins to learn a new instrument.
I have a bunch of other angles and renders of this scene. It was really hard picking a perfect view. I will probably upload them at some point.
Monty plushie by McTayTay, Monty Gator model by LetTric and co, chair by Py-Bun, saxophone from MrShlapa, map from Moccus and random props from Ink Man.
Read the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4.....ters/104531832 (note that this is about halfway through the entirety of the fic)
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