After seeing the trailer for Monster's University, it brought me back to when I was a mere child. Randall had been my favorite character and I was OBSESSED with him. But now I wanna write this one-shot to bring back some childhood memories :D
Or possibly ruin it XD
I do NOT own Monster's Inc.
Now there will be OOCNESS involved along with an AU. So no FLAMES! Or Randall will scare you in your sleep ;) BTW, Boo is now 18 years old.
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Who says there are no such things as monsters?
At least once in everyones life they've heard someone say that to them. That's what Mary's parents told her when she had told them about her adventure in the Monster world with a giant, fury blue monster she called "Kitty". And then there was that green, one-eyed monster as well. She believed his name was Mike. But she couldn't be so sure. But it didn't matter.
No one believed her.
So many years had gone by, and soon her memories of "Kitty" and Mike were slowly being forgotten. But there was something else too. She remembered a lot more monsters but there was one who stand out above the rest. But she couldn't remember his name. But she could remember seeing that color. That one color.
Purple.
He was purple. Purple with smooth scales. He was a lizard then. Yes he was a lizard. A mean lizard at that. But...why did he stand out above the rest if he was so bad? She remembered "Kitty" and Mike being the friendliest monsters of them all. But what was so important about this one? She could remember vivid memories of seeing this lizard. This...monster.
Nowadays she didn't really think much of her childhood. She had to concentrate on her senior year; Along with a sporty boyfriend. It was always drama for her. Sometimes she would wish she was a kid again. Seeing "Kitty" and Mike again. She wondered if they were even still alive. But then...the killings occurred. These gruesome, almost undescribable killings, had recently surfaced in her area. These killings had happened ever since the story about a dead woman and her son found mutilated in their rv years earlier.
She never payed much attention until she received the call...
That one call had changed everything for her.
Her boyfriend...was dead.
Found ripped to pieces in the boys locker room at her High School with a bloody football stuffed in his mouth. He always did love football.
She broke down when she heard about this. He was a very popular guy in their school. Really nice. Outgoing. Athletic. Loving. And friendly. She couldn't understand why someone would do this to him. No one could...
Mary had fallen into a deep depression after that. On this night she was lying on her bed with her headphones on and looking up at the ceiling with one hand on her abdomen with the other beside her head. Her parents had to go out for a town meeting. So basically she was home alone. She and her dog that is.
The border collie was curled beside the foot of her bed. As if one guard duty. All the doors and windows had been locked shut. Home security systems were on. Thanks to the killings, almost everyone in town had one in their house. But she didn't care. It was really dark out. The only lights that were on in the house was her bedroom lamp and the living room light. Her door was closed. Her window was locked shut.
She closed her eyes and allowed sleep to consume her. Memories of her childhood soon filled her and she couldn't help but smile fondly at them. She saw "Kitty" and Mike. Smiling and waving at her. Calling her by the nickname they gave her: Boo. She wanted to reach out to them for comfort. She had only seen "Kitty" twice. She wanted to see them again. She stretched out her arm, as if reaching out for them. Even if this was a dream, she could at least see them again.
But then she felt everything fall apart around her. The image of "Kitty" and Mike dissolved into nothing. Mary soon found herself surrounded by darkness. Pitch black darkness.
Mary was now breathing rapidly. She felt so cold. So alone.
Then...she couldn't move her limbs. It was as if someone, or something, were holding them back. Preventing her to do anything. But whoever was holding her, seemed to have multiple arms. It was bone chilling to her. But that was nothing compared to the slow breathing she felt behind her. That cold breath touching the back of her neck.
She then felt a hand, or she thinks it was a hand, take one of her bangs and place it gently in the back of her ear. But the presence felt menacing. Sinister.
Remember me?
The voice itself gave her goosebumps. It was familiar as well. So familiar. It sounded caring. But also sinister and cold. She felt something behind her now. A cold body pressed up against her back.
Remember me?
Mary jolted away, causing the dog to look up at her in alarm. Mary was panting slowly. She placed her hand over her chest, above her rapidly beating heart. The nightmare felt foreboding. But she merely brushed it off. She picked up her touch screen phone and saw the time.
10:28 p.m.
She had only been asleep for half an hour. She rubbed the side of her head before removing her headphones before releasing a depressing sigh.
She then snapped her attention to her dog, who was now scratching her door and growling loudly. Thinking he wanted to be let out, she opened the door and watched her dog bolt out of her room. She couldn't figure out what was with the sudden change in attitude. But she brushed it off and closed the door once more. Her parents wouldn't be home until late tonight.
Lying back down on her bed, Mary picked up the book she's been reading and opened it to the page where she left off. After getting into a comfortable position, she started reading. Thirty minutes had past until she was knocked out of her concentration when she heard a crash coming from the kitchen. She snapped her head up and looked at her door.
Must be the dog again.
Placing her book mark in her book Mary got up once more and walked over to her door. But when she reached over for the knob, a feeling of doom suddenly overcame her. But she opened it any way. The door made a "creak" as it was slowly opened. Darkness greeted Mary. Of course the hallway light was off. She stepped out of her room slowly and walked down the dark corridor. The faint glow of the living room light could be seen from up the stairs and it brought relief to her.
Quickly walking down the steps she quickly realised something. Her dog would've ran up to her by now. His tongue hanging along with his tail wagging. But...he didn't. She scanned the living room for any signs of something out of place.
Nothing.
She then turned to the kitchen. The light was switched off, but she found the cause of the crash. A pot had fallen out of the cupboard. This has happened before so she wasn't worried. She walked over, picked it up, and placed it back in. But when she placed her hand on the counter, she felt something...liquidy. She picked up her hand and could feel some kind of substance on her fingers. She switched on the kitchen light and was finally able to see the substance.
It was red.
Blood.
Mary's eyes widened in horror and she gasped. But that wasn't compared to what she saw next. A foul odor was present in the kitchen. She slowly looked up, and slapped her hand against her mouth. Her eyes were now wide.
Hanging from the chandler, his intestines wrapped around his neck like a noose while his insides were scattered all over the floor in a bloody mess, his eyes gouged out, was her dog. The border collie who didn't run up to her.
A scream escaped Mary before she immediately spun around and bolted up the stairs and back in her room. Once inside she immediately locked her door and barricaded it with her chair. She then looked around desperately for her phone. When she found it she immediately dialed 911. But for some reason she couldn't get any service. She dialed again and received the same results.
She then threw her phone on her bed and ran into her closet. Once inside she slammed the door shut. Her only source of light was the light coming from her lamp in her room. A frightened sob escaped Mary and she buried her face in her bloodied hands. She desperately wanted some comfort right now. She wanted to see "Kitty" and Mike again.
Her sobbing abruptly stopped. She shakely raised her head, her face wet from the endless tears that streamed down her cheeks from her now blood-shot eyes. She could hear her lamp flicker a bit outside before it finally went out. A quiet sob escaped her once more.
She couldn't call for help.
She had no one to help her.
She was alone.
But Mary didn't cry. Because she realised she couldn't move her limbs. It felt like multiple hands were restraining her. But she couldn't see those hands. The scent of blood suddenly filled the small closet. And then, she felt that cold breathing in the back of her neck. Soon the hands revealed themselves to her. Despite the darkness, she was able to see the colors as clear as day.
They were red. A noticeable, crimson, red that coated the fingers. Those three, scaly fingers now coated in red. She felt one of the hands take one of her bangs and placed it gently behind her ear. This time, it wasn't a dream. And then she heard that one dreaded sentence she didn't want to hear.
Remember me?
The voice asked softly. It was gentle. But at the same time sinister and cold.
Memories started to rush back to Mary, and a horrifying realisation hit her. A choked sob escaped her and she nodded.
"Yes."
End.
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:D
So now that I possibly ruined your childhood and gave you nightmares tonight from that disturbing image of a dog hanging by his intestines, please know that this isn't a Boo/Randall fic.
...Or maybe it is ;)
But any way, this is a total AU from the first movie. Of course. And please know that I do NOT hate dogs. As a matter of fact, I have four shih tzus at home right now. So dog lovers, don't hate me for this one. BTW, have any of you seen what Randall looked like in Monster's University?
Kawaii! ^-^
Please R&R and have a nice day/night ^-^
