Randall Boggs had been back in his own world for only five months. But he didn't love his current living conditions. After coming back, he was so stressed out and still bent on revenge that he was instantly thrown in jail. Sometimes he was in the medical ward to help him care for some injuries that he had sustained from the human world, aka, getting beat in the head with a shovel from a human mother when he first stepped into the kitchen. She had also hurt one of his legs, the left front one.
Randall walked around the prison with a brace on his injured leg, but it didn't stop him from being able to walk around and do some minor chores when they asked of him to do so. He wore an orange shirt like all the prisoners. His blending ability was hindered by it.
He was picked on by the other criminals in there. Like everyone else who had wronged him since the day he was born. He would try to avoid his ex-boss. Waternoose would give him glares and lectures about why they were here and why didn't it all go according to plan. Because of Sullivan and Wazowski was why, and the little human girl.
Randall still hated them with a vengeance. He was thinking of breaking out and soon to extract his revenge. Waternoose would have had his plans too if they did it together, but Randall preferred not being near him.
During the day, as long as nothing bad broke out, most of the prisoners could be free to choose activities. At night, they were all locked in their cells for sleep. Night was the perfect time to break out if anyone could.
The lizard monster was trying to take his time planning his breakout.
Among the many guards that served at the Monstropolis prison, there was one in particular that had his eye on purple lizard. He saw that though he had a bad temper, there was just something that was catching about him. He had been watching him for over two months and he was taken with him.
This was Officer Paul Stanton. He was much taller than Randall was. He was mammal like, but didn't have fur. He had two legs, spikes on his back, four arms, and a long tail like a lizard's. His skin color was brown. He had brown eyes as well.
Stanton couldn't wait for the day when he might be in charge of Randall Boggs. That lizard was going to be under his orders. He had something in mind for that lizard that he wanted so bad. He kept on asking to have Randall as his charge.
His boss kept on asking why he wanted to be in charge of Randall. "Because he strikes me as one that is so unusual to be here. There's a certain curiosity about him to me."
Eventually, his boss caved and said he could be in charge of him on his next janitorial day. Stanton thought that would be the perfect day to do what he wanted. He had a plan.
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Randall hated doing the janitory jobs. They were so gross. And what was worse and felt so humiliating was that he was watched full time to make sure he didn't pull any stunts to try to break out. Many of the guards knew he was crafty.
He was led to the point where he was introduced to the guard who would be in charge of him while he did his chores that day.
"Randall Boggs, this is Officer Stanton. He'll be your guard today." The other officer said.
"Yeah, yeah." Randall replied grumpily. "Let's just get on with it."
Stanton didn't mind the temper. He knew the cleaning jobs weren't the best, but it had to be done.
The officer left them alone and Stanton was to get Randall started doing his job. They headed for the janitorial closet.
Gloves and the cleaning supplies were all gathered onto a pushing cart so Randall wouldn't have to keep going back to the closet. He made sure that all the bottles were filled the mop water was filled and the mop was there and he was off with the cart, with Stanton behind him.
Stanton had seen that the lizard obviously knew how to do the job. All day he watched how Randall cleaned the bathrooms and floors. Even the cafeteria.
It was only after he cleaned a portion of the cafeteria after all the other prisoners were done eating and gone that Randall was finally allowed to eat and he would finish after. All the working had worked up Randall's appetite.
Randall ate his food alone, aside from the officer watching him for the day. He ate quietly, but he had a weird feeling going on in his mind. He felt a chill go down his spine as he felt how Stanton was watching him. For some reason, this guard was making him nervous.
After his lunch, Randall wanted to hurry up and finish the job so he could get away from this officer.
He had started the job about 9 am. Now at 4 pm, Randall was finally finished. This prison was big to have to clean so much stuff. He wheeled the cart back to the closet to put it all away.
Once he was in the closet alone and putting things away and dumping the dirty mop water, Stanton now had his best chance. He took out a big hanky and poured some liquid drug on it. He was ready to pull off this plan to get what he wanted.
Randall had just taken off the gloves and thrown them away when he was done when all of a sudden, he was grabbed from behind.
"What the-?" Randall gasped and began to struggle. "Let me go!"
Stanton had grabbed onto Randall's chest, but then he grabbed his throat. "Shut up! You are mine now, Lizard Boy!" Stanton whispered in his ear.
Randall hated that nickname. He continued to struggle. His arms were trying to get the guard's arms off of him, but then, a big white handkerchief was forced over the front of his face and it didn't take long for Randall's vision to get blurry and black out. His struggles stopped and he became limp in Stanton's arms.
Stanton now had his prize, but they still weren't out of the woods yet. He had the perfect plan to get him out. He picked Randall up in his arms and carried him.
When he came across other guards, he said that Randall had hit his head and the head pain had made him pass out and he was taking him to the medical ward. They all fell for it.
But unknown to them, Stanton wasn't taking him there. He managed to get him to the basement. He hid him under some blankets that were going to be taken out to a van to be donated elsewhere. Then he got him to a van where he put the blankets and Randall.
He pulled back the blankets for a moment and he pulled Randall's hands behind his back where he cuffed both pairs of his hands. Then he covered him back up again to keep him warm, except for his head. He checked to see that Randall was breathing normally and his heart didn't seem too stressed.
Now Stanton had his prize and he started the van and took off with Randall sleeping peacefully in the back. He knew it would take the prison awhile to notice that Randall was gone.
Most of the time, this oc will just be called Stanton. He has a big obsession with Randall. And some certain scenes in this story can get pretty intense later. But hope you readers enjoy the story most of all.