A/N: Hey peoples! What up? Since my story, T.U.F.F. Wolfe is almost finished *Dodges an arrow* I thought, why not start a new one? With Monsters Incorporated, one of my favorite movies? I know the title's crud, but if you have any better ideas, just PM me the title. If I like it, I'll change it and give you credit. I don't own Monsters Inc. I do own Hope 'Renny' Lawrence. ON WITH THE STORY!
Renny's P.O.V.
If you asked me to scare a human child, I could easily do it. Many children believe I'm their mother when I first walk into their bedroom. When I extend my wings, show my sharp claws, morph my feet back into tentacles, show my teeth, and roar, they scream.
If you asked me to touch a human child, I would get scared myself. A bit unbelievable, yes, but to me, humans and human children were terrifying and very dangerous creatures. It's a very dangerous job, I know, but it's worth the risk. You see, I'm a monster. I work for Monsters Incorporated, on Scare floor F. My job is to come out of human children's closets and scare them so the town I live in gets power, and the power comes from the children's screams. After work though, I'm a pretty nice monster.
You want to know my side of the story? Alright. Here it goes…
"Good night, sweetheart," A mother's voice cooed.
"Good night, Mom," A child's voice said.
"Sleep tight kiddo," A father's voice said as a light went out.
A young boy was asleep in his bed, snoring softly. An owl hooted somewhere outside. A clock was tick-tick-ticking by the young human's bedside.
Suddenly, the closet opened slightly. The boy's eyes fluttered open, he saw his closet was open, and he quickly looked around his bedroom. He saw a something sticking out of his closet and gasped slightly, ducking his head under his covers partially. He did a double-take and saw the something was only a sweater. The young boy sighed and went back to sleep.
Then, a shadow 'walked' on his bed. Under the young boy's bed was a monster with glowing red eyes. The monster got out from under the bed and stood over the boy. He held his claws in the air and growled slightly.
The boy quickly opened his eyes, turned towards the monster, and let out a scream. So did the monster. The monster walked backwards, and stepped on a soccer ball. The soccer ball bounced off the wall, which hit the monster, and the monster fell on some jacks. Poor guy.
The monster then let out another scream, this time because he was in pain. The monster jumped back to his feet, held his, er, 'bottom' and ran around the room, still screaming. He knocked some things over, and started to scoot his bottom on the ground like a dog. Then the monster rolled on the ground for a few seconds, and the lights flicked back on. The monster stopped rolling on the ground.
"Simulation Terminated. Simulation Terminated. Simulation Terminated. Simulation Terminated. Simulation Terminated," The voice on the PA system said. The robot boy deactivated, and reset to its original position. The monster backed up a few feet as one of the walls rose up.
"All right, Mr. Bile, is it?" Ms. Flint said.
"Uh, my friends call me Phlegm," The blue monster told her.
"Uh-huh. Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did wrong?" Ms. Flint asked the scarer trainee.
Easy, he left the closet door open. A child could get into our world. Basic scaring.
"I fell down," Mr. Bile said, although it sounded more like a question than a statement. I rolled my eyes.
"No, no," Ms. Flint told him, "Before that." She swiveled her chair around and threw her arms in the air, saying, "Can anyone tell me Mr. Bile's mistake. Anyone? And one of the trainees, Miss. Lawrence." She directed that at me because the last time I was in here when a trainee was asked that question, I blurted the question out to her before that trainee was asked.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving one of my four clawed, human colored hands at her, "I won't do that again."
The three other trainees all had blank and clueless faces, which I translated to, 'No we have no idea what his big mistake was'. I shook my head in disappointment.
Ms. Flint groaned and spun her chair back around. She twisted one of the nobs on the control panel for the simulation and said, "Let's take a look at the tape. Here we go. Uh, right—buh, buh, buh, buh—Ah, there. See? The door. You left it wide open." He did. It was open, like I said before.
All the trainees went 'oh' and the ones in their seats wrote down some notes. "And leaving the door open is the worst mistake any employee can make because-,"
"Um, it could let in a draught?" He asked. I slapped my forehead. Seriously?! A draught?! Didn't any of these people pay attention to their teachers in their scare school?!
Mr. Waternoose's voice said, "It could let in a child!" Mr. Waternoose stepped out of the darkness.
"Oh, Mr. Waternoose!" Ms. Flint said in surprise. The traniees in their chairs gasped.
"There's nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child," Mr. Waternoose told all the trainees. Don't toxic and deadly mean the same things? "A single touch could kill you," Mr. Waternoose told them.
Mr. Bile took a few steps away from the simulation child. I rolled my eyes at this. The robot wasn't deadly, it was made in our world.
Mr. Waternoose continued to talk, "Leave a door open and a child could walk right into this factory-," That wouldn't be good. The CDA would be literally everywhere! "-Right into the monster world!"
The yellow monster with three eyes spoke up and said frantically, "I won't go into a kid's room! You can't make me!" He jumped into the green monster's arms beside him.
"You're going in there, because we need this," Mr. Waternoose said, picking up a canister filled with a child's screams. He turned the latch on the canister and a child's screams filled the room, making the lights flicker with energy, and making me have to cover my ears, as they were somewhat sensitive to loud noises. I can listen to a child's screams when they scream, but I can't listen to a child's screams when it comes out of the canister. The canister makes the screams higher, hurting my ears.
When Mr. Waternoose sealed the canister shut again, I put my hands back to my side. "Our city is counting on you to collect those children's screams," Mr. Waternoose told the trainees, "Without scream-,"
"We have no power," I told the trainees, cutting off Mr. Waternoose.
"Correct. Yes, it's a dangerous work, and that's why I need you to be at your best," Mr Waternoose said, not very bothered by the fact I had cut him off, "I need scarers who are confident, tenacious, tough, imitating. I need scarers like Hope here," I waved at the trainees, "I need scarers like-like James P. Sullivan." Sulley. I gave a big smile.
A/N: So, read my stories, eat a ham, swallow a watermelon (whole), and Review! See you next chapter!