Author's note: I repaired and reposted this chapter after seeing the film the second time. I corrected some mistakes that were visible. I hope it's better now. And thanks for those who had reviewed this so far, thanks for ideas, I got a plain storyline in mind, now.

Randall's Revenge

 The city was quiet. It was the deepest night, no pedestrians or cars cruised on the streets of the downtown. A light autumn rain wet the black pavement and made it reflect the pale natrium lamps that glowed upon the lanes and roads. One murky lane was similar to all others, except that there, in the shadows, lurked some kind of an odd form of life. It was not a beggar nor a hobo, but something slimy, swarming, which was not out of this world. It was more like a chameleon, its big and sharp teeth flashing in the beam of the nearest lamp. Something malicious, something ferocious was this creature, yet not very mighty in size. Someone might have measured it being a bit taller than a foam extinguisher, if that someone would have dared to approach the oddity.

 What was this alien? What was it doing in an abandoned lane? It was not an exotic animal that had fled the local zoo. Nor it was a snake that hid in the sewers. It was not even IT, it was he, a man, a chameleon man named Randall Boggs. Originally from the eleventh dimension, from a place called Monstropolis.

 Soon a year had passed since the mainly unfortunate happenings, from his point of view. He had been a promising scarer, yet competing with this overlucky worker called James B. Sullivan. The top scarer… hah! He was the one that should have had that prefix! He knew perfectly his own talents; he was the one that had really made chills go along the spines of those nasty things called children. At least that one little girl whose presence had later destroyed his life. He was banished, left to this strange and cold world of humans, never be allowed to return the home he had. That night he was caught in this 'wrong place', as he had the habit to call it, he had found himself in some trailer, some kind of a human lodging. This nasty woman in shabby clothes, as shoddy as the whole place, had surprised him for the same second he was kicked out of the portal. She had screamed like a fool, grapped a shovel and hit him time after another. Their unruly brat that lived there, too, had agitated the 'mom' to slaughter the unlucky monster. Luckily Randall had found a hole to get out of that terrible place. Long after that had he limped and walked head bowed, it was the worst beat-up he had ever experienced.

A year… that's a long time, at least in this nook he used to live, now. The creature only wandered around in the nighttime, since he could not predispose himself to the eyes of human beings. No. Impossible. His life was totally impossible. And what he felt now in his inners, it was only sheer hate, pure feelings of revenge towards everybody that had ever been around him. James P. Sullivan… with a walking eyeball called Mike Wazowski… idiots.  And… what was that pretty receptionist that had worked in Monsters Incorporated? Celia… she had had something going on with that green pupillary. Bah… what a choice, she should have chosen him, the top scarer… In Randall's mind was only the image of himself, as the perfect being, who had been downgraded to this kind of non-existent hider. He, Randall Boggs… sneaking along dingy lanes in the nighttime, finding some trash to eat. He was nothing any longer. Lower than dirt. And that was because… well, because of those do-gooders that didn't allow him to turn Monsters Incorporated into a gold mine with his great invention! Such fools!

 The last months Randall had intrigued a plot for to get out of this misery. How to get back to Monster World! It seemed so easy, he would practically only need to search for a suitable house, get into the closet of the children's room and wait… until someone of those from the eleventh dimension would come to do his or hers job. But it was not that easy, practically. He had tried it a couple of times, only ending up to the street beaten up with a floor brush or relevant. Once he had to hide and flee a whole day because of some dog-napper that was called to get him. His colour-changing skills were actually not quite efficient in use, here, since this world and its physical laws didn't allow him to wear his extraordinary disguise quite long. That's why there was the unfortunate visibility, he was spotted almost every time.

That was his life. But one day, one day he would surely be back there in his former home and have his revenge… to those who did this infernal trick to him.

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"Ready?"

"Ready!"

Sulley prepared himself for his night job. A violet door was put in the scaffold and Mike adjusted the empty energy bottles beside it.

"Okay, when I put the thumbs up for ya, it's the gig!" the green creature winked.

"Right", Sulley smiled back. He should get good laughs from the kids he was going to visit tonight.

"Okay, the light's up, get, set, go!" Mike yelled and the door opened.

With somewhat a rambling mind, James P. Sullivan stepped into the closet and twisted the doorknob. Strange. He felt odd. His job was a lot more nicer nowadays, as it was not the scaring thing any more, but making the kids cry for joy. But in every case, he seemed a bit cautious tonight, as if there was a distant thundercloud coming upon his head.

 Sulley was actually the head of Monster's Incorporated, so he should not have worked at all on the laugh floor, formerly known as the scare floor. But he liked visiting kids so much, that he took initiative to do the front job, too. In his heart he was a tender monster, did not want to see little sweet toddlers cry, but tittering and clapping their tiny hands.

 The room he entered was apparently a girl's bedroom. Something similar as Boo's… heh, the wee adorable girl. There was a human at her age, indeed, puffing in a cute bed, at the opposite wall. The big monster carefully stepped over some toys that lied on the floor, for not to break them. "A cloth cowgirl and a plastic space man… this girl must have a big brother with whom she has played today, rarely such a sweet li'l gal has that kind of heavy space toys as her playthings", Sulley laughed to himself.

 Finally he came to the girl's bed that was guarded by a night lamp, where a gentle porcelain shepherdess stood beside it. Sulley checked out a bag he had with him, threw forth a wig with golden locks, blew some balloons and put them to hang from his horns and lastly took a hula-hula band in his hand. He was ready for the showtime.

 The kid tugged in the bed woke up, gaped at the hopping and singing Sulley for a while, then burst into giggles and finally into a horse-laugh. The energy bottles beyond the dimension border were soon full and Sulley had gathered the top balance of the day. When he returned his accessories on, he got similar guffaws from the workers of Monsters Incorporated that were on that moment on the work ground.