First ever Monsters Inc. Fanfic! WOOHOO! I do not own M.I or M.U

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P.S. Warning: Crappyness ahead. And also, English is not my first language so if I have any grammatical errors please tell me!


Have you ever felt like your life isn't worth a shit anymore? Like you want to just end it right there right now? Well, Randall Boggs has never known that feeling. No, not even once. What he felt was utter hatred and betrayal. How dare the giant oaf banish him!? They had no right to do that to him! He had been stuck in this filthy human world for almost two years now, staying in the shadows or on the roof tops. Sure he still had is ability but out in broad daylight invisible would still be useless since his shadow would appear, and most human adults would notice him even if he blended in his surroundings, especially the quiet adults. He almost got shot once because of an elderly man who was sitting on his porch one afternoon when he tried to sneak in and get some food.

His stomach growled once again.

Be quiet! He mentally ordered himself, entering the slightly opened window. Stupid human. A slight brush of wind made him shuddered. Who builds a house in the middle of the woods anyway? A chill went down his spine at the very thought. Sure he was a scarer, but having to sneak in a creepy, old house in the middle of the creepy woods? Anyone would be scared or at least cautious enough to not wake anyone up.

Does anybody even live here? He waited for a while everything was so silent it was almost inhuman. Then there was a sound of a child from upstairs. It was a small snore, an indication of the kid sleeping.

With the stealth of a trained ninja, he moved to the fridge, taking what he could.

Alright! This is good for a week!

He had no idea that a tall, shadowed figure crept behind him like the wind. It held up an object resembling a frying pan.

First there was a clang then a semi-loud thump.


Randall groaned. It felt as if he was hit by the old woman again. He lifted an arm towards his head, or at least tried to. He was tied to something, a chair?

"What ish he mama?" The high pitched voice made his head hurt a little more making him wince.

"He's a monster ,baby" The second voice was so strange. It was feminine, smooth as if it was gliding through the air itself, and yet it was creepy all the same.

His eyes were still adjusting a bit in the dark but he could see two figures (no duh), one was small, the child of course, the one he must have heard earlier, and the other was tall. Too tall for his liking, probably about eleven feet or so, its head would have touched the ceiling if it wasn't crouching, the slender almost lanky figure, as well as the lower bust length hair indicated "It" as a "Her/She". Then again, he saw a lot of teenagers with the same length, boy and girl, so he could be wrong.

"AW HECK NAW! He'sh a monshter!? Naw way!" The child sounded almost too happy.

"Jack, be a dear and turn on the light."

"But mama! It'sh hard to shee in the light! They make my eyesh hurt!" The child, Jack, whined

"Wear your visor then" The other ordered.

A few sounds off grunts and rummaging later, he heard a small click and the lights burnt his eyes like a thousand suns. He made a couple of blinks and saw the figures clearly now. The child was small, paper white skin, his hair was ebony, he had a pair of sunglasses on, he wore a purple sweater with the sleeves a little too long for him, some light brown shorts and green and white shoes with those things that made a strange ripping sounds when you pull them apart. The other was really a female. She had only a small hole where her mouth should be, her hair was black with some sharp curls at the end that reminded him of Celia back in Monsters Inc., she had a white dress on, hiding her feet yet the sleeves were short enough to show her charcoal black hands, one of them held onto a frying pan.

No wonder my head hurts…

But he did have to admit, the woman looked pretty familiar.

"You got banished didn't you?" Randall stiffened as she got closer. Him? Banished? Technically yeah, but in the eyes of the law, no.

"You don't need to answer that, a banished monster can tell"she gestured to Jack "Is Jackson. And you are?"

Randall kept his mouth tightly shut. There were rumors that even banished monsters got news from the monster world through closets of abandoned homes. He wanted to be careful.

"Unless you want another taste of hard metal through your thick skull I suggest you answer me!" "Mama" hissed, red eyes with black rings appeared on her face and the small circle from her bottom face grew into an oblong and four sharp teeth appeared. He wasn't afraid of that, nope, he almost got shot for crying out loud! But what did scare him was when she lifted the pan high up, as if to strike him.

"Mama! Look! He changed!" Jack pointed at him. He looked down to see that he took the color of white.

"A reptile monster that blends…Hmm….now isn't that something?" Even though her face turned back to its original form, he can still feel her boring her eyes deep into his very soul, if he still had one that is. Though he was pretty sure he lost it last year after Christmas Eve.

"Randy." He turned back to normal. His voice was hoarse from not being used in a very long time. He had no idea why he just told them his nickname but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

"Are you really from the monshter world?" Jack looked at him with such innocence, curiosity and if Randall, or anyone else, looked closer he would've seen admiration.

"Uhh…Yeah"

With that Jack bombarded him with questions. "Ish it true that you collect shcreamsh? Do all monstersh do that? Why do you change colorsh? How old do monstersh live?" And so on and so forth.

Randall saw that the kid lost two front teeth. No wonder he was lisping.

"Jack, that's not. At. All. Polite."

With that Jack squeaked and shut up.

"It's devil's hour, Randy, you'll stay here for the night, and Jack, sweetie, go back to bed!" She shrieked. Randall could've sworn the kid was faster than him.

He looked up to see "Mama" holding her pan up high.

Uh oh…

CLANG! THUD!

"That escalated quickly" Mama dragged the chair Randall was tied to and dragged it towards to the garage door, leaving it and Randall there for the night and then phasing herself upwards to her own room.

This was going to either go badly or great. She silently hoped that it was the second.


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