Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters in Monster's, Inc. or
Randall Boggs. They belong entirely to Pixar Studios.
Chapter One: The New Scarer
"So, um, have you heard?" Fungus asked as Randall stood leaning up against a desk waiting for his assistant to get a door.
"Heard what?" He snapped flicking his tail behind him impatiently.
"That we have a new Scarer." Fungus replied wincing as if he was about to be hit.
"Why would I care?"
"Well ah, because they're supposed to be really good. An instant top."
Randall rolled his eyes. Fungus thought anyone bigger than himself was a top Scarer. After a few seconds a door was placed in his station. Glancing to his left he saw that the station was empty, no assistant or anything. Deciding that that was where this new Scarer was going, Randall turned back around to look out into the hall leading to the main hall and entrance atrium in hopes to catch a look at the new competition. Then he saw Mr. Waternoose coming towards them. He opened his mouth to say something but his boss walked right past him to the empty station.
"Here, Slike, is your station." He said.
Randall looked a little behind him and saw, slinking across the floor on all fours, reptilian looking creature much similar to himself. The only difference between him and this 'Slike' were that it had black spotted scales along it's back and near blood red scales on it's neck, chest, stomach, head, legs, arms, and tail instead of blue and purple. They still had three, red fronds on its head topped with black, gecko's body structure, forked black tongue, and curved black claws on its feet. Also, they had bright yellow eyes instead of green, and only six legs. But the main difference was this one was in fact female.
"Thanks." She said in a silky reptilian voice, standing up onto her two pairs of back legs and crossing her arms. Mr. Waternoose nodded then left. Slike surveyed the room and the station she was at, then her eyes fell upon the scare record board.
"Sullevin and Randall?" She mouthed. Slike looked away from the board to Randall standing in the station next to her. "You must be Randall I'm guessing?"
"What's it to you?" He said leaning back farther.
"Oh, I just like to know my competition before I beat them." Slike smiled revealing a row of white, sharp fang like teeth like his also.
"Funny." Growling slightly, Randall glared down at Fungus who quickly got the door ready for scaring.
"If you don't get a door in my station within five seconds, Thrasher, I will kill with my bare hands!" Slike hissed towering over her assistant a small, purple, feathered monster that stood on two legs, had two eyes, and was holding an enormous amount of paper work. Thrasher jumped, dropping all the folders and paper work and grabbed the key and ran it through the scanner. A door slid out and down into her station. "Good boy."
Slike got back on all fours, well sixes in this case, and crawled up the side of the door. Thrasher opened the door as she slithered through it into the room and shut it behind her.
"So, she's what, reptile?" Randall asked.
"Yup." Replied Thrasher examining the scare tank that was filling with scream.
"Can she, you know, change color?"
"What do you think?" The door suddenly opened and closed without anyone coming through it. Then Slike appeared next to Thrasher.
"How much?" She questioned panting slightly and smoothing her three fronds back.
"Three tanks." Thrasher said. Slike nodded.
"Well what are you waiting for! Get another door!" She snapped. Thrasher whimpered and ran to get another key for door. Randall felt a smirk slowly crept up onto his face as he watched her be almost as vicious as he was.
"What's the matter with you?" Asked Fungus.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Randall said before turning and walking through the door to proceed with scarring.
Later that night, Randall was leaning up against the lockers in the men's locker room. He was dead tired from having worked all day. Then his locker door shut. Sighing he pushed it back open only to have it shut again. Getting frustrated he held his locker door open glaring around him. The closing stopped. He stood back to look at it then stepped forward examining the hinges. Looking at the door again, he jumped back in time before it slammed where his head had been just a second ago.
"My, my, someone's jumpy aren't they?" Whispered a voice. Randall looked and saw Slike appear, leaning up against the locker next to his with her arms crossed.
"What are you- How- You aren't supposed to be in here!" He growled.
"I'm not? Let's let it be our little secret then how about it?" Slike walked past him and let her tail, trace his jaw line as she walked past. Closing his eyes tightly, Randall lifted his head up so that her tail no longer touched him.
"What do you want." He demanded threateningly. Slike smirked, showing a few fangs.
"Since I'm new to this city and I haven't really met anyone else here, I was wondering, if I could get a native like you to take me on a tour of Monstropolis." Randall raised his eyelid slightly and curved it, as he didn't have eyebrows, starring at her.
"You're saying you want me, to take time out of my day, to show you around this city?"
"Yeah basically. Like you've got something better to do."
"Actually, I-" Randall opened his mouth then closed it.
"Just what I thought." There was a creaking noise meaning someone was coming in. Slike looked up then back at him. She stepped closer finishing quietly, "Meet me at the corner of Reptilian Way around 9 o'clock." With another step she changed to match her surroundings just like a chameleon.
Swallowing hard, Randall grabbed his jacket, as it was December and a cold- blooded reptile like himself would freeze and die without it. He slammed his locker hard and stalked out of the room.
Chapter Two: Around the Town
Randall couldn't believe he was doing this. He had set off from his home ten minutes ago at a walk and had now turned around to forget freezing his tail off about three times. Finally, he rounded the corner onto Reptilian way and spotted Slike. She was standing on her back legs underneath a lamppost with her tail wrapped up around her side. She had on a black jacket but where she had come from before probably didn't have such cold weather. Randall leaned up against the wall in the shadows watching her before he said, "Cold?"
"Does it look like I'm cold?" Slike asked harshly spinning around to face him.
"No not at all." Randall laughed to himself and stepped forward out of the darkness with his hands deep in his pockets. "Would let you have mine, but two pairs of arm holes." He shrugged.
"Tell me do you enjoy being evil?" Slike pondered aloud walking up to him.
"Oh yes, greatly." He stood up as tall as he could on his back legs, making himself about three inches taller than her. She rolled her eyes in an imitation of him that looked, as if it had been practiced they were so alike. Quickly walking past him, she coiled her tail around his ankle and pulled causing him to fall over.
"Smooth real smooth." Slike paused as her mouth curled into a sneer slightly. "Now get up! I'm freezing!" Narrowing his eyes, Randall slowly stood up taking his time. "You're pushing it, really pushing it."
"Pushing what?"
"My patience."
"Heaven forbid I make you angry." He drawled sarcastically. "Come on."
He set off fast purposely to make her have to work harder to keep up with him but it didn't seem to affect her any. So, he sped up a little and turned to his left down an alley quickly, camouflaging himself to match the brick wall behind him. Slike stopped outside the alleyway and stared down it.
"This is not funny. Quit showing off." She yelled.
"I'd like to see you stop me." Randall questioned twenty feet up a wall looking down at her.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Took you a while didn't it." He heard her growl and stopped himself from laughing and giving up his position.
Slike bent over so that all her feet were touching the ground. From his spot on the wall he watched until she got the idea to camouflage herself also. Randall heard several trash bins turn over then nothing meaning she had probably left. Grinning to himself he reappeared and jumped down to the ground.
"Smart move." Randall heard as Slike appeared standing before him with her arms crossed. "Now before we both freeze, would you be so kind as to take us somewhere warm?" Randall sighed then said,
"Fine."
He led her to a small restaurant / bar that he frequented. Opening the door for her he mock- bowed keeping his face turned up grinning at her.
"Ladies first." He smirked.
"That means you right?" Slike smirked back with a triumphant look. Randall raised his hackles briefly before recovering himself. He stood up and pushed her in stalking in after her.
"Don't get lost." He warned. "Cause I won't try to find you." He sunk down into a chair and leaned back on it tilting the chair onto its back legs as she sat down across from him. Then a waiter stopped by the table, a green, slug like monster with eight eyes.
"Usual?" It grunted.
"Yes, one for her too." Slike's eyes widened, looking like she had raised an eyebrow if she had any. The waiter nodded and left.
"Usual?" She asked.
"A thing called alcohol that one drinks often when they frequent a place usually." He suggested. Slike closed her eyes and rubbed just under them. Randall was pleased with himself at giving her a headache. Then the waiter returned with their drinks.
"Yes, but what kind of drink?" She stared down into her glass sloshing the blue liquid around.
"I don't really know. But it's good, strong too, think you can handle it?" Fixing him with an icy glare she down the glass and licked where her lips would have been with her long forked tongue.
"Sure, I was just worried about you. You drink this stuff usually? No wonder you're so weird." Randall let out a low hiss.
"Here I am trying to be nice, and you have to turn it against me. Do you know how often I'm nice?"
"No, how?"
"Never!" Slike shrugged. "Another, thank you." He finished to the waiter.
"I thought you were never nice."
"That was being polite." Both glared at each other silently without moving. Randall looked at her bright yellow eyes and noticed the black serpentine slits in the middle. Slike glared unblinkingly at the reptile across from her. Since neither needed to blink all that much she wanted to see who blinked or looked away first.
Without moving his eyes, Randall picked up his glass and downed it. After a few seconds she did the same. Finally Slike blinked and Randall smiled slyly at her.
"You lost." He hissed quietly. She didn't say anything. "Well in that case, since I won I get to ask you a question, and you have to answer."
"Oh really? Who instated this law?" Flashing his white fangs at her Randall leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table.
"It's obvious Slike isn't your first name, so what is?" Before answering she copied him and leaned forward also.
"If you must know it's Sye." (pronounced like the word 'sigh' ) She answered. Under the table he would feel her tail flicking back and forth inches from his.
"Nice." Then over her shoulder Randall saw Sullevin and Wazowski entering the restaurant section. Not wanting them to see him with Slike he made himself vanish into his surroundings and slide under the table just in time as the two spotted her.
"Hey! You're the new Scarer at work, right?" Asked Sullevin.
"Uh, yeah." Slike replied.
"You, um, did a good job today, made it all the way to the top with Sully and Randall." Commented Wazowski.
"Thanks."
"Doesn't look like your here with anyone, would you like to join us?" Sullevin said politely.
"Well actually," Slike started but was cut off when Randall slapped his tail on top of hers. Wincing, she finished, "Um, I mean," Suddenly her tone changed and it became more like a hiss, "Love to but can't."
"Oh, ok. See ya." Wazowski, taken aback, stammered before turning and leaving.
Slike watched them leave as Randall appeared in the chair across from her.
"Did you have to do that?" She growled rubbing her tail with her middle set of hands.
"To protect my reputation, yes." Randall said. Then Slike stood up and pushed her chair in.
"I should be leaving." Without another word she started to leave.
"That wasn't very polite Sye." She froze and before he knew it she was standing in front of him with her top most hands on the arms of the chair, leaning down over him.
"Don't ever call me by my first name again, go it?" More of her scales, besides the ones on her back were turning black.
"You didn't say thank you."
"I don't care." Standing up straight she looked down at him for a second more before walking back towards the door.
Chapter One: The New Scarer
"So, um, have you heard?" Fungus asked as Randall stood leaning up against a desk waiting for his assistant to get a door.
"Heard what?" He snapped flicking his tail behind him impatiently.
"That we have a new Scarer." Fungus replied wincing as if he was about to be hit.
"Why would I care?"
"Well ah, because they're supposed to be really good. An instant top."
Randall rolled his eyes. Fungus thought anyone bigger than himself was a top Scarer. After a few seconds a door was placed in his station. Glancing to his left he saw that the station was empty, no assistant or anything. Deciding that that was where this new Scarer was going, Randall turned back around to look out into the hall leading to the main hall and entrance atrium in hopes to catch a look at the new competition. Then he saw Mr. Waternoose coming towards them. He opened his mouth to say something but his boss walked right past him to the empty station.
"Here, Slike, is your station." He said.
Randall looked a little behind him and saw, slinking across the floor on all fours, reptilian looking creature much similar to himself. The only difference between him and this 'Slike' were that it had black spotted scales along it's back and near blood red scales on it's neck, chest, stomach, head, legs, arms, and tail instead of blue and purple. They still had three, red fronds on its head topped with black, gecko's body structure, forked black tongue, and curved black claws on its feet. Also, they had bright yellow eyes instead of green, and only six legs. But the main difference was this one was in fact female.
"Thanks." She said in a silky reptilian voice, standing up onto her two pairs of back legs and crossing her arms. Mr. Waternoose nodded then left. Slike surveyed the room and the station she was at, then her eyes fell upon the scare record board.
"Sullevin and Randall?" She mouthed. Slike looked away from the board to Randall standing in the station next to her. "You must be Randall I'm guessing?"
"What's it to you?" He said leaning back farther.
"Oh, I just like to know my competition before I beat them." Slike smiled revealing a row of white, sharp fang like teeth like his also.
"Funny." Growling slightly, Randall glared down at Fungus who quickly got the door ready for scaring.
"If you don't get a door in my station within five seconds, Thrasher, I will kill with my bare hands!" Slike hissed towering over her assistant a small, purple, feathered monster that stood on two legs, had two eyes, and was holding an enormous amount of paper work. Thrasher jumped, dropping all the folders and paper work and grabbed the key and ran it through the scanner. A door slid out and down into her station. "Good boy."
Slike got back on all fours, well sixes in this case, and crawled up the side of the door. Thrasher opened the door as she slithered through it into the room and shut it behind her.
"So, she's what, reptile?" Randall asked.
"Yup." Replied Thrasher examining the scare tank that was filling with scream.
"Can she, you know, change color?"
"What do you think?" The door suddenly opened and closed without anyone coming through it. Then Slike appeared next to Thrasher.
"How much?" She questioned panting slightly and smoothing her three fronds back.
"Three tanks." Thrasher said. Slike nodded.
"Well what are you waiting for! Get another door!" She snapped. Thrasher whimpered and ran to get another key for door. Randall felt a smirk slowly crept up onto his face as he watched her be almost as vicious as he was.
"What's the matter with you?" Asked Fungus.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Randall said before turning and walking through the door to proceed with scarring.
Later that night, Randall was leaning up against the lockers in the men's locker room. He was dead tired from having worked all day. Then his locker door shut. Sighing he pushed it back open only to have it shut again. Getting frustrated he held his locker door open glaring around him. The closing stopped. He stood back to look at it then stepped forward examining the hinges. Looking at the door again, he jumped back in time before it slammed where his head had been just a second ago.
"My, my, someone's jumpy aren't they?" Whispered a voice. Randall looked and saw Slike appear, leaning up against the locker next to his with her arms crossed.
"What are you- How- You aren't supposed to be in here!" He growled.
"I'm not? Let's let it be our little secret then how about it?" Slike walked past him and let her tail, trace his jaw line as she walked past. Closing his eyes tightly, Randall lifted his head up so that her tail no longer touched him.
"What do you want." He demanded threateningly. Slike smirked, showing a few fangs.
"Since I'm new to this city and I haven't really met anyone else here, I was wondering, if I could get a native like you to take me on a tour of Monstropolis." Randall raised his eyelid slightly and curved it, as he didn't have eyebrows, starring at her.
"You're saying you want me, to take time out of my day, to show you around this city?"
"Yeah basically. Like you've got something better to do."
"Actually, I-" Randall opened his mouth then closed it.
"Just what I thought." There was a creaking noise meaning someone was coming in. Slike looked up then back at him. She stepped closer finishing quietly, "Meet me at the corner of Reptilian Way around 9 o'clock." With another step she changed to match her surroundings just like a chameleon.
Swallowing hard, Randall grabbed his jacket, as it was December and a cold- blooded reptile like himself would freeze and die without it. He slammed his locker hard and stalked out of the room.
Chapter Two: Around the Town
Randall couldn't believe he was doing this. He had set off from his home ten minutes ago at a walk and had now turned around to forget freezing his tail off about three times. Finally, he rounded the corner onto Reptilian way and spotted Slike. She was standing on her back legs underneath a lamppost with her tail wrapped up around her side. She had on a black jacket but where she had come from before probably didn't have such cold weather. Randall leaned up against the wall in the shadows watching her before he said, "Cold?"
"Does it look like I'm cold?" Slike asked harshly spinning around to face him.
"No not at all." Randall laughed to himself and stepped forward out of the darkness with his hands deep in his pockets. "Would let you have mine, but two pairs of arm holes." He shrugged.
"Tell me do you enjoy being evil?" Slike pondered aloud walking up to him.
"Oh yes, greatly." He stood up as tall as he could on his back legs, making himself about three inches taller than her. She rolled her eyes in an imitation of him that looked, as if it had been practiced they were so alike. Quickly walking past him, she coiled her tail around his ankle and pulled causing him to fall over.
"Smooth real smooth." Slike paused as her mouth curled into a sneer slightly. "Now get up! I'm freezing!" Narrowing his eyes, Randall slowly stood up taking his time. "You're pushing it, really pushing it."
"Pushing what?"
"My patience."
"Heaven forbid I make you angry." He drawled sarcastically. "Come on."
He set off fast purposely to make her have to work harder to keep up with him but it didn't seem to affect her any. So, he sped up a little and turned to his left down an alley quickly, camouflaging himself to match the brick wall behind him. Slike stopped outside the alleyway and stared down it.
"This is not funny. Quit showing off." She yelled.
"I'd like to see you stop me." Randall questioned twenty feet up a wall looking down at her.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Took you a while didn't it." He heard her growl and stopped himself from laughing and giving up his position.
Slike bent over so that all her feet were touching the ground. From his spot on the wall he watched until she got the idea to camouflage herself also. Randall heard several trash bins turn over then nothing meaning she had probably left. Grinning to himself he reappeared and jumped down to the ground.
"Smart move." Randall heard as Slike appeared standing before him with her arms crossed. "Now before we both freeze, would you be so kind as to take us somewhere warm?" Randall sighed then said,
"Fine."
He led her to a small restaurant / bar that he frequented. Opening the door for her he mock- bowed keeping his face turned up grinning at her.
"Ladies first." He smirked.
"That means you right?" Slike smirked back with a triumphant look. Randall raised his hackles briefly before recovering himself. He stood up and pushed her in stalking in after her.
"Don't get lost." He warned. "Cause I won't try to find you." He sunk down into a chair and leaned back on it tilting the chair onto its back legs as she sat down across from him. Then a waiter stopped by the table, a green, slug like monster with eight eyes.
"Usual?" It grunted.
"Yes, one for her too." Slike's eyes widened, looking like she had raised an eyebrow if she had any. The waiter nodded and left.
"Usual?" She asked.
"A thing called alcohol that one drinks often when they frequent a place usually." He suggested. Slike closed her eyes and rubbed just under them. Randall was pleased with himself at giving her a headache. Then the waiter returned with their drinks.
"Yes, but what kind of drink?" She stared down into her glass sloshing the blue liquid around.
"I don't really know. But it's good, strong too, think you can handle it?" Fixing him with an icy glare she down the glass and licked where her lips would have been with her long forked tongue.
"Sure, I was just worried about you. You drink this stuff usually? No wonder you're so weird." Randall let out a low hiss.
"Here I am trying to be nice, and you have to turn it against me. Do you know how often I'm nice?"
"No, how?"
"Never!" Slike shrugged. "Another, thank you." He finished to the waiter.
"I thought you were never nice."
"That was being polite." Both glared at each other silently without moving. Randall looked at her bright yellow eyes and noticed the black serpentine slits in the middle. Slike glared unblinkingly at the reptile across from her. Since neither needed to blink all that much she wanted to see who blinked or looked away first.
Without moving his eyes, Randall picked up his glass and downed it. After a few seconds she did the same. Finally Slike blinked and Randall smiled slyly at her.
"You lost." He hissed quietly. She didn't say anything. "Well in that case, since I won I get to ask you a question, and you have to answer."
"Oh really? Who instated this law?" Flashing his white fangs at her Randall leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table.
"It's obvious Slike isn't your first name, so what is?" Before answering she copied him and leaned forward also.
"If you must know it's Sye." (pronounced like the word 'sigh' ) She answered. Under the table he would feel her tail flicking back and forth inches from his.
"Nice." Then over her shoulder Randall saw Sullevin and Wazowski entering the restaurant section. Not wanting them to see him with Slike he made himself vanish into his surroundings and slide under the table just in time as the two spotted her.
"Hey! You're the new Scarer at work, right?" Asked Sullevin.
"Uh, yeah." Slike replied.
"You, um, did a good job today, made it all the way to the top with Sully and Randall." Commented Wazowski.
"Thanks."
"Doesn't look like your here with anyone, would you like to join us?" Sullevin said politely.
"Well actually," Slike started but was cut off when Randall slapped his tail on top of hers. Wincing, she finished, "Um, I mean," Suddenly her tone changed and it became more like a hiss, "Love to but can't."
"Oh, ok. See ya." Wazowski, taken aback, stammered before turning and leaving.
Slike watched them leave as Randall appeared in the chair across from her.
"Did you have to do that?" She growled rubbing her tail with her middle set of hands.
"To protect my reputation, yes." Randall said. Then Slike stood up and pushed her chair in.
"I should be leaving." Without another word she started to leave.
"That wasn't very polite Sye." She froze and before he knew it she was standing in front of him with her top most hands on the arms of the chair, leaning down over him.
"Don't ever call me by my first name again, go it?" More of her scales, besides the ones on her back were turning black.
"You didn't say thank you."
"I don't care." Standing up straight she looked down at him for a second more before walking back towards the door.