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Remember when I said would write a spin-off about Johnny's statistic origins? HERE YOU ARE. All your questions will hopefully be answered. This is likely going to be a short story. And probably get much attention unless your really curious and patient. I'm still doing the sequel to A tested Bond. But I wanna do this first. It won't explain how his obsession for Randall began, but it should explain how it started. Updates for this might also be slow. This is definitely an AU and Johnny will be OOC. There will be Slash in the future. And hot, NONDESCRIPTIVE, smut.

Flames will be used to roast sausages

I do NOT own Monsters Inc or University T-T

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If someone were to ask you, "How would you describe an insane person?" how would you answer that?

Give them a cliche answer or give them your honest opinion? But insanity, comes in different varieties. Insanity can be your best friend, or your worst enemy. It all depends on how someone would handle it. But let's make one thing clear, the origin of one's insanity is always unclear. But we know everything starts off in childhood. When our personalities are just starting to develop.

Insanity was the last thing on Mr. and Mrs. Worthington's minds when their first childhood was born. How thrilled Mr. Worthington was when he learned he would have a son who would carry on the family name. Mrs. Worthington, like all new mothers, was excited about having a child. And sure enough, wrapped in a blanket, was their newborn son.

They gave him the name Johnny Worthington the Third.

A little cliche if you ask me.

Mrs. Worthington held the sleeping infant in her arms. Having gone through labor was extremely exhausting for her. But she stayed awake just to see her beautiful child. Mr. Worthington had high hopes for his son. He would make sure he would become the best scarer out there. Just like him. They were even more excited when they brought him home.

Little Johnny was a well behaved infant. By age two he already knew how to talk and walk. By age five he already knew how to read and write. You could say he was very intelligent for his age. He always behaved during class. Always listened. Never misbehaved. Never questioned his superiors. He was just hardworking. And Mr. Worthington was pleased with his son's progress. His teachers and classmates were baffled by his intelligence. Making him the perfect son and student.

While this pleased everyone around him, it would soon result into bullying. Johnny wasn't much of a talker, only speaking when spoken to. This gave bullies the advantage. Poor little Johnny would get picked on by the kids at his school everyday. Yet he when he told his family about the problem, his father told him he needed to learn how to figure the problem out himself. And he tried. Yet it would always end in failure. Kids would make fun of his short height or stubby little horns. Call him bad names.

And believe me, words do hurt. By third grade, the bullying grew worse. By then, Johnny had learned to ignore them. And most of the time it worked. This would anger the bullies. They grew frustrated because they were running out of ideas. But then they came up with something one day. They would humiliate Johnny during recess. He always liked to ride the slides there, so they would 'accidentally' throw a ball at his face. This would cause him to tumble down the slide and land face first on the ground. So they settled on that.

But what was suppose to be a harmless prank, would lead to a disaster.

It was a pleasant late February afternoon. Recess had went on like usual. The bullies had spotted Johnny climbing up one of the tall slides. The tall slides were his favorite. When the lunch AID wasn't looking, one of the bullies threw the ball. But disaster struck.

The ball merely grazed by Johnny's growing horns. But it caught Johnny by surprise. He lost his balance and fell off the slide. He didn't slide down the slide. The child landed on the ground, hard. At first, all the children laughed at him. But when the lunch aid went over to check on him, the laughter turned into cries of horror when there was small pool of blood under Johnny's head. The fall had knocked him out and left a large gash behind. The bullies were horrified. They never meant for this to happen.

An ambulance was called and Johnny was rushed to the emergency room. When his parents learned of the news, his mother was distraught while his father was enraged. Enraged at the school for not handling the children properly. Doctors were surprised, but relieved to find that Johnny hadn't received any brain injuries. But would probably suffer a painful concussion. His parents were grateful when he finally woke up.

This first thing Johnny managed to say when he was able to speak was, "Daddy, why didn't you listen to me?" the hate and bitterness was clear in his voice.

The doctors were baffled on how quickly he was able to speak again. But his parents were shocked that he would say such a thing. He had never questioned them. Not once. Johnny made a rather speedy, but full recovery. And soon his parents were able to take him home.

But no one could predict the events that would happen soon after...

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Huh? Huh?

What do you guys think? I know it's a little short but I'll try to make chapters much more longer. I would like to hear what you guys think though ^-^

True story, I was bullied during childhood. But never got hurt physically.

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