Randall Boggs had enjoyed his college career. Especially when he got to join the most awesome fraternity on campus. He really was on his way to the top, or so he thought.
The RORs, short for 'Roar Omega Roar' and were the top fraternity on the campus at Monsters University. When he had joined up with them, Randall had been young Randy, a friendly, shy, and caring young monster with good manners who always knew where to draw the line. But the fraternity began to teach him some new lessons. Things that could not be taught in a classroom. Things that he had always tried to avoid from bullies that had picked on him in the past.
Randy quickly came to the conclusion that things like nice manners were weaknesses! It wasn't just about surviving any more. It was about surpassing all others with his talents. But that didn't happen to nice little monsters. No. If Randy wanted to not just survive, but thrive, he would have to let that much darker side in him take the lead, along with his new awesome friends.
Randy had always been sure he knew the difference between right and wrong... but now the lines were starting to blur.
Being a reptilian had been a harder life on him. Just that little bit out of step with the rest of his world. But now he accepted where his deep and darker ambition could be rewarded... even if it meant sacrificing the relationship with his ex-roommate, Mike Wazowski. The one-eyed little green ball monster. Besides, he was all buddied up with that big blur fuzzy no-it-all, privilege brat, Sullivan.
RORs could do whatever they wanted. Anything and everything was appropriate. Even pulling pranks on the Oozma Kappa team jurying the scare games. After all, Sullivan and his suck up's had it coming... stupid furball!
With so much temptation, venturing over to the dark side had being much easier than he ever thought it would be.
It was now at the final stage of the Scare Games. Randy had the scare all planned out down to the last detail. He was sneaking up while camouflaged as the heart patterned rug. The dummy child would never know what hit it. But of course, the big blue rival, James Sullivan, had once again ruined it with a roar, making him lose his concentration and fall off the wall. He had still done his best, but it had just not been good enough. Nothing was good enough next to that stuck up glory hogger!
After it was done, the purple lizard made his way back towards his team, now feeling very nervous. They looked rather ticked off. He diverted his eyes for a moment down at himself. There was no camouflage he possessed to hide the shame and humiliation he was now feeling. The look of his other teammates was pouring salt to his injury by the bucket load, while Sullivan's team seemed to be revelling in the glory of the better score, as though mocking him... and that was when Randy felt something inside him snap.
"That's the last time I lose to you, Sullivan!" He hissed in a low angry voice dripping with poison. At that moment, innocent young Randy was gone and the dark, gruesome Randall had slivered his way to the surface.
The game was on!
But Randall's nightmares had only just started. His fraternity kicked him off the team just for losing. His life at college would never be the same after this. He was all alone... Even when he found out his two rivals had been expelled for destroying the Door Lab, it didn't give him much comfort.
Their dismissal didn't cast any shadow over his embarrassment of losing to the other team, as the other students would be laughing at him throughout the rest of his years at college, just like in his childhood. Sullivan and Wazowski had effectively ruined what should have been the best time of his life and placed him right back at square one, when his blending ability had been his only way of hiding from those around him. He had foolishly thought by college it would be recognized as something he could use to be the best scarer ever, just like Mike had pointed out the first time they met. But now he was back to hiding.
And he wasn't wrong. Throughout his few years in college, Randall never fit in with any other group again. He was grumpy and bitter. Everyone ignored him, or picked on him. He had no interest in having friends anymore. Things like friends and trust were a weakness, one he couldn't afford to have. Screw everyone else. All he had was the focus for good grades.
But something... someone else was determined to stand in his way of that as well. Another student he had crossed and now the other was out to ruin the lizard's reputation in ways he couldn't imagine. Randall tried to keep his distance, but it was pointless. The other was bigger, with lots of hair... He had two amber eyes, and claws with some tentacles for arms. Two legs, but his overall coloring was red. Huge fangs that drew out of his bottom mouth. He wasn't Johnny Worthington, but he knew this guy had a reputation for being just as tough as him. His name was Stan, but with a last name that was to hard to pronounce.
Stan's father had been very strict. He wanted his son to succeed and work hard, and he kept on bringing home grades that didn't make the cut to him. Stan kept explaining how a certain lizard was sabotaging him at school. But he wouldn't listen.
Stan was later disowned by his father for not getting the grades he wanted. His father had been in their military at one time. He expected just too much out of his son, and if it wasn't just like perfect, there would be some consequences. And that was just too much to bear. Stan snapped after that.
Randall compared towards Stan... He was just smarter. He and Stan were in a science class together and had worked on assignments that were similar. It was on biology and Randall had gotten a good grade on his work, while Stan turned in something different. He had not completely understood the subject and requirements, failing to make the grade.
That morning the grades of the midterm assignment were posted on the wall in the dorm room. To say Stan was ticked was putting it lightly when he saw Randall's grade in comparison to his. He was sure the lizard MUST have cheated in some way, or done something to his paper. He could blend after all. It wouldn't have been that hard to sneak into his dorm and sabotage his project.
More high grades from Randall followed through the school year. Always higher and better than Stan's... and the better Randall did, the more Stan hated him. The more he wanted to get back at him, and one day he would.
Graduation couldn't come soon enough for Randall. He would be so glad to leave and pursue his career as a scarer. It felt like forever, but the day of graduation came and all of Randall's family was there. His father and a brother, as his mother had died when he was 9. His father's name was Darren, and his brother was Ned. He would go home with them first for a short break before he started job hunting.
Darren was a red lizard male with black stripes on his back, four arms and four legs, with a purple tail. He had three fronds and green eyes.
Ned was a green male with blue stripes, and a blue tail with two fronds and blue eyes. As children they had been close, but had become estranged to one another after Randall had been associated with the RORs in college. Randall's bad behavior had driven both of his family away from him until they had nothing to do with each other. Randall was on his own. He wanted no one's help with anything. He was a very determined lizard monster. He wanted no one's pity. His revenge on the world would be that he would become the best.
Randall's mother had been a blue-green lizard with purple striping on her back and tail. Two fronds and blue eyes. Her name had been Nadine and more than anything, Randall had wished she had been here to see him graduate.
Nadine had died of internal bleeding after a car wreck on a rainy night. She had been driving home from her job and an animal had run out in front of her, causing her to hydroplane and crash into a tree in a ditch.
Randall had been devastated. He had been really close with her. His dad, Darren had taken it hard too, and made him a little more withdrawn from his sons, but he had to keep on going to take care of his sons. He often hid it from them, but he still taught them to do their best and to work hard. To rightfully earn what they got, and it was even harder to compete for jobs as reptilians.
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Randall had thought his luck had changed when he landed his dream job of scarer at Monsters, Inc. His brains along with his ability to camouflage, coupled with his creepy, slimy look he had working for him had impressed the CEO. A big step for 21 years old.
But his luck was down again, crashed and burned when he found out his old rivals from college were working there as well. Sullivan and Mike! Not as scarers, but in the mail room... But as time went on, the boss really seemed to take to the big blue hairball, Sullivan. He was scaring in no time.
To top it all off, Stan was also there. He was working on the maintenance crew first, but later the CDA. Randall hadn't failed to notice that eyes were always on him. Stan held a grudge.
Stan was watching Randall. He watched him struggle to out rank Sulley on the scare floor. How he was always just one score below his goal. This gave the monster much joy. He watched how much more grumpy the lizard could get, and he watched how alone and unliked he was among the others. He even watched how Randall treated his own assistant, Fungus.
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It was now ten years later since starting at Monsters, Inc and it was the same old thing all the time. Randall and Sulley were constantly battling for the high score. Randall still was the same grumpy lizard that everyone knew him to be.
About five years ago, Randall's brother, Ned had gotten married and about a year later, had a son, who they named Rex. Darren was a happy grandfather. He liked little kids, but it was older kids that he had issues with when they thought they could make their own decisions.
Randall had been told of his nephew's birth, but he didn't pay much attention to his family. They had all but severed their ties.
Ned was a counselor there at Monsters, Inc, so his son was in the dayscare program every work day. Still Randall never saw him.
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Ten years had gone, but it was two years ago when Randall had had a brain storm. An idea that would change and even revolutionize the scaring industry forever and save his world from losing its power. If they couldn't scare the child into screaming for energy, they would simply take it from them! He had a degree in engineering. If he couldn't beat Sullivan with his skills scaring, he knew he could beat him with his brain.
Of course, the Monster world considered human children to be toxic to them, but Randall would make it so he wouldn't have to touch any kid that was chosen. He would make something to not touch the children he was handling, which those turned out to be a box container that looked like filled cans for transport to the energy station elsewhere in the building, and a box to hold a child for transport inside it for a short time. He also had some special gloves standing by too should he need them.
But he couldn't do this alone. This idea needed things, like finances... A lot finances of bought equipment from many different places, so no one would get suspicious. He needed someone with money, power, and influence... and who had a interest in the company. A lot to lose, or a lot to gain. There was only one choice. His boss.
Mr. Henry J. Waternoose as predicted, was overjoyed to be on board. But this was illegal... It had to be above secret. No one could find out... The machine would have to be built somewhere where no one could stumble on it.
Of course! The factory basement. No one had access to there except Waternoose. Perfect!
He had been able to begin work on his machine right away, and now two long years later the machine was ready for live testing... and he had just the right kid in mind.
With the machine being ready, Waternoose started to push. Keen to save his company, he had Randall spending more time on the scream extractor than his daytime work. This soon leaked into his personal life... Not that there was much in his personal life. All Randall had in the world was an apartment in a bad end of town, with some basic furniture and a few coats for winter. Soon things like sleep and eating became second. He was just so busy, not to mention planning a kidnapping under the noses of the officials was risky enough. He was looking at some serious jailtime if he got caught, or banishment. Lucky really he was alone... or so he thought he was alone.
Stan did know where Randall lived and he had been watching him for 10 years, waiting for him to slip up. Just watching the lizard for all this time may have become a strange and unhealthy obsession, but waiting, fantasizing about his revenge had become a way of life. His hatred was just as strong now as it was in college. By now he could even call it a hobby. But he had to keep waiting for just the right moment to ruin him. Little did he know that moment was coming and sadly he would miss it.
The day it was reported that a 'toxic' human child had breached their security into the monster's world. This had the entire city of Monstropolis in a panic.
After all that time watching Randall closely, obsessively, he noticed more the day he was gone. Not knowing that Wazowski and Sullivan had secretly banished him, the monster was confused why he didn't see the lizard anymore. He wasn't at his apartment either, which really was strange. But what really added to the mystery was that Mr. Waternoose had been arrested the same day he had disappeared.
A few days later, 'Wanted' posters of Randall started to appear around the city and on the news... But there was no sign of him. Though Stan should have been glad that Randall had finally got what was coming to him, it was a strange feeling after all this time. He hadn't realised just how unhealthy his spying had become over the last 10 years... and it did bother him that he hadn't been allowed to deliver his sweet revenge himself. What was he supposed to do now?
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It took time. A very long time... Almost a year later, but Randall had managed to find a door he could sneak back through into his world unnoticed by the authorities. Upon his return, he only had one goal in mind. Plotting revenge to destroy... No. Obliterate, Sullivan and Wazowski. Nothing else mattered to him now, not after what he had been put through living in the human world. He carried the scars... most of which had been caused by him having been brutally beaten with a shovel. Or shot at, or whipped. But some scars ran deeper, and he would carry them forever. Randall had been through things, and seen things no monster in a closet could handle. The experience had not improved the monster lizard for the better.
But first thing was first. Revenge! and to avoid joining Mr. Waternoose in jail, his plan would include framing other monsters for the the green cretin's and the blue furball's punishment. They would never know Randall had returned. There was no guilt about pinning the blame on others who worked at the factory, because there was no one he could depend on. Even his family would betray him in a second. It was a full proof plan, or so he thought.
Unlucky for Randall he had been spotted by his very own stalker. Stan had seen him on camera one night in the locker room, stuffing some of George's stuff into Mike's locker. After almost giving up and moving on with his life, his old foe had been seen, and he was keen to find out what he was up to.
All the years waiting, and watching the purple lizard silently from a distance, Stan was practically invisible as he was. Whatever Randall was planning to do, it was something big, likely against the factory... but he wouldn't get in the way of that... At least not until he could drop Randall right in it. Didn't seem to matter to Stan who the lizard hurt, just as long as he was the one to make him pay for it later.
Mike was first on his list... Mike was caught with George's comedian stuff in his locker, among some other monster's things. He was charged guilty for stealing and was sent to jail. A lot of other stuff had been disappearing too. Others had suspected Mike for awhile when their stuff had disappeared too.
He wasn't sure how it had happened, but it only seemed to be Sulley that believed he was innocent and had swore to his little green friend that he would find out the truth. He didn't have to look far. Randall was waiting for the large blue monster that night.
Sulley was ambushed in the security camera room that night. Randall took a great deal of pleasure attacking him... He wanted the other to feel the pain he had gone through... He wanted to kill him! But his anger gave too much confidence... much more than he thought he had.
Sulley got the upper hand out on the Laugh Floor where Randall chased him to, and the lizard found himself once again, beaten. Sulley had used the fire alarm to bring out his invisible form and restrained him the same way he had before. But this time, instead of been handed through a door, he was handed over to the CDA. To add insult to injury, Mike was released.
Randall was sent to prison up until his trial. If Sulley would have banished him again, he would have just come back through another door and tried another way to get revenge. This time, he was going to jail for a long time.
Mike and Sulley breathed a sigh of relief. Randall got seven years in prison. They really thought it was over. The little girl, Boo was safe. Randall didn't even know about her laughter being 10 times more powerful than a scream, or about the energy crisis being over. Everyone thought it was all over... Even Randall. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Stan was at Randall's trial and decided right away that his punishment had not been enough. The same day he left his job at the factory and transferred as a janitor to the prison. His target wasn't getting away from him that easy. He was still waiting for a slip up or a better time to get him for what he had done. And he was already beginning to imagine the biggest humiliation of all for that lizard!
I would like to thank writer, Glazier blue to help me rewrite and make this first chapter way better!
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