A/N: Okay, not my first fanfic, but it is my first time posting one on the Internet. Be gentle, please, and patient with my computer acting up and me being an idiot about technology. This story is Randall/OC, so be warned if you dislike OCs. Also, I would appreciate feedback if you think someone is OOC or if you spot a plot hole, because I'm paranoid about that, but as previously stated: be gentle. Enjoy!
Prologue
Randall Boggs had lived in the human world for one year, two months and seventeen days.
He'd counted.
While there he'd had a lot of fun. Oh, a lot of fun. Getting beat half brainless with a shovel, for instance. Or run over by a car… three times. Once, he'd been captured and put in a fight against a big, angry dog with the word Killer studded out on its collar. That one was a real laugh.
For one year, two months and seventeen days Randall had starved, and bruised, and hurt. He'd gotten beaten up so bad he'd honestly thought he would die, so bad that he'd had to hide away from humans in the swamp for months sometimes to heal. He'd suffered in ways he'd only imagined for other people, and his pride suffered more than his body ever did.
Because Randall had lost. Right when he should have been winning, when he was about to get everything he ever wanted, he'd been defeated by Sullivan, of all enormous idiots. Beaten, and exiled, and forced to live like an animal.
Randall Boggs didn't forgive, and he definitely didn't forget. So when Wazowski the one-eyed beach ball found him and gave him the news, scowling-looks like the CDA's letting all the exiles back in. That means you too, you reptilian freak. Yeah, I ain't happy about it either-well, he was glad. Definitely glad. But he hadn't forgotten one damn minute of the last year, two months, and seventeen days. And by the time he was heading back through the door-portal he was already knew that Sullivan-Sullivan, Mr. Perfect who always did the right thing, the nice thing, even for a guy like Randall-was going to suffer at least that long, by the time Randall was through with him.
"You know, if it was up to me you'd still be rotting back there in the woods," Wazowski informed him as they were going through the door. "This was all Sulley's idea, making sure you got back, so you'd better be damn grateful, Lizard Boy."
And Randall smiled big and perfectly fake at him, and he showed his teeth when he saw Wazowski tremble, just a little.
He was looking forward to showing them all his particular brand of gratitude.