Boo- Sierra J. Luff (I made the name up), Age: 25
Sulley- James P. Sullivan, Age: (Really) About 200 (He's a monster and this is my world), Age looking in the human's world, about 28-33
Mike- Michel Wazowski/ Mike W. Age: (Really) 198, Age looking in the human's world, about 27-32
Celia- Celestial M. Wazowski/ Celia W. Age: (Really) 201, Age looking in the human's world, 29-34
Pre-Story Preview:
The story is basically that the main monsters get sent to the Human's world for a test for developing scientist. James P. Sullivan is known in the Human's world now as a famous, rich, powerful, CEO man who collects rare artifacts, paintings, pottery, ect. Mike is his coworker and Celia is Mike's wife and assistant.
Sierra J. Luff (Boo) is 25 years old and in collage to study to become an Archeological digger/finder/explorer/ect. Her idol is the man James P. Sullivan since he has so much knowledge on the artifacts that most of the world hasn't even seen!
Realizing that the trio were now in Boo's world, and in her town, Sullivan leaves his two friends in search for her, but he gives up after he realizes that there was no way to find one young woman in this gigantic city, so he stops by a coffee shop and finds Boo there.
They talk for awhile and Sullivan offers to walk her home, she was reluctant at first but eventually lets him-
That's all I can offer before I give to much away! Randall shall be in here as well, so be warned. I'm not sure how many chapters this will be, but I'm excited to start typing this story up.
Involves-Sullivan/Boo
-Mike/Celia
And hints of Randall/Boo, since really, I think it hasn't been done enough. Or for this pairing, at all.
I do NOTNOTNOTNOTNOT own ANY of the characters, only Boo's name in this one since apparently no one knows her name, she has no name, she is the nameless. I also own the character's humanoid design. Thank you very much for reading this so far! Also, the character(s) belong to Disney and Pixar Films, I believe... If it's wrong I'll fix it later.
Sierra J. Luff (Also known as "Boo" by some of her friends for the fact of her secret love for halloween, the love of scarring people, and not able to be scared by anything any more) was sitting in her studio apartment chewing on the eraser on her mechanical pencil. The clock on the other side of the room mocked her. It kept going and going by with each and every second that passed, continuing on as if nothing has ever happened to the world outside of it's shell. While she struggled with some simple Algebra homework that she learned years ago. She needed to relearn what she already learned years ago so it would help her with math that was coming up in a couple weeks. Then her finals.
Sierra groaned and set the math book on top of her head and laid her head back against the creamy white couch. Her black hair spilling over the back and over the cushions in a black waterfall. Smelled like one too.
The clock continued to tick by. The sun outside continued to move agonizingly slow, shinning over the trees, the streets, and the river she could see outside of the apartment. The sliding glass doors reflecting the light teasingly to blind anyone who happened to look up at that time. Her pink spaghetti strap top fell off of her shoulders lazily as her eyes slide closed.
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Tock,
The clock chimed the hour and Sierra groaned into her book. She hated math.
"Sulley!" the little green, round, one eyed monster known as Mike Wazowski called, running up to his coworker as they ran the Monster Inc. Mike put his hard hat on and patted it with his knuckles, giving a wink up at the giant, furry blue and purple doted monster. Sullivan winked right back and continued down the rows, checking off supplies after supplies.
Mike hung back, his arms folded behind his back as his hands were grasped together.
"So... Sulley-" Mike started off, not sure how to brake the news to his best bud, and his best man.
"Hmm?" Sullivan said absentmindedly, running through his checklist as he kept looking from box to box, row to row, and section to section.
"Celia and I... Well, we moved the wedding up." Mike said quickly. Sullivan's eyes visibly widened as he stopped in his tracks. His clip board hung limply from his over sized fingers, and his pen dropped to the floor. It hit the ground with a surprisingly loud "clang". Mike gulped, knowing this would set things back.
"When?" His voice was barely audible but still heard in the silence of the warehouse.
"Umm... Next Tuesday..." Mike's voice trailed off as Sullivan slowly bent down to pick his pen up but stopped half way down.
"N-Next Tuesday? What is it with you and Tuesday? Taco Tuesday, Trivia Tuesday, Date Tuesday, Dancing Tuesday!"
"What can I say? Tuesday's my lucky day" Mike grinned as Sulley shook his head and picked his pen back up and continued like nothing happened. The faint ticking of a clock could be heard and soon it grew louder as the two continued down and eventually out of the warehouse. The clock chiming the hour when the door finally shut.