HI HI! WELCOME TO MY FIRST EVER POSTED FANFIC. EVERY CHARACTER IN THIS STORY EXCEPT FOR MY OC(s) ARE OWNED AND COPYRIGHTED BY DISNEY/PIXAR. I AM NOT AFFILIATED WITH EITHER OF THEM IN ANY WAY. I'M JUST A BIG FAN WITH EXTRA TIME ON HER HANDS AND WANTED TO SHOW MY FANDOM FOR MONSTERS INC/MONSTERS UNIVERSITY. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOMED FROM ALL. NO TROLLS, PLEASE. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!

CHAPTER 1

The sound of birds chirping awoke me from my sleep. I then opened my eyes to see a bird—a pigeon—perched on an oak tree branch with yellow blossoms and green leaves above my head. I heard another bird chirping nearby, but I could only see one bird. But then I realized, Hey, why am I sleeping on the grass?

Just then, the pigeon on the branch looked to its right, revealing another head with two horns on its crown. It took one look at me, and then shrieked like a banshee on steroids.

"RAAAAARR!"

"AAAHH!"

I scrambled backwards trying to get away from the creature, only then to back up into a purple bush full of vines and thorns. The needles from the bush poked my back, causing me to yelp and shoot right up, but then to feel my hair get pulled back by the vines.

"Ow! Fluff my hair!" I cursed aloud, trying to free my curly strands from the bush's grasp. But the fickle plant only tightened its grasp on my hair, making claim to my locks. All I could to was grunt in frustration, trying all the more to free myself from my captor.

I paused for a moment and looked back up at the freak(s) of nature. The two heads stared down at me with golden-yellow eyes void of any expression, let alone concern for my well-being. But then, it occurred to me.

I've seen this bird elsewhere before…in a movie. That's right! In—"

Before I could finish my thought, I felt my hair being pulled even more into the bush.

"Oh, hell no!" I yelled out loud, but it just made the apparently live plant hungry for more. "Help! Someone help!" was all I could do at that point, other than look back up at the two-headed bird who could care less about my fate.

Suddenly, I heard a voice shout, "Hang on! We're coming!" Two seconds later, just before my head was completely engulfed by the bush, I felt two smooth hands grab my arms.

"Hang on! I got ya!" said a male voice. It sounded like Billy Crystal, but I couldn't see his face because of the sunlight shining directly on mine.

"Don't worry," said another male voice, "we'll get you out of there."

John Goodman? No, it can't be.

About a second later, I hear the Billy Crystal voice shout, "What are you doing!"

"I'm trying to root it out of the ground."

"That won't work. Do that, and she'll be stuck in their forever."

"Then what do you expect for us to do!"

"We need to poison it. Here, pour this directly over its roots. Don't get it on the girl's head."

"Alright, Coach."

I heard some sort of liquid being poured onto the ground. Then suddenly, I felt the bush shake violently and loosen my hair from its vines. The person holding my hand was able to pull me out of the bush, but he pulled too fast and caused me to collide with him and tumble onto the ground.

"Are you guys alright?" asked the husky voice behind me. I managed to prop myself up using the body below me, but then I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who it was.

That giant green eye. Those two small horns. The bright green skin shaped in the form of a beach ball with arms and legs.

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, "You're Mike Wazowski!"

The green cyclops looked up at me with half of his brow raised in curiosity, probably wondering how this stranger knew his name. "Y-yeah, that's right," he said, "I'm Mike Wazowski."

I crawled off of Mike to give him some space.

Holy crap, I thought to myself, I'm in the monster world! I'm a human…in the monster world…full of monster!

I then noticed something else. Why isn't Mike flipping out? I'm a human!

And I wasn't a little kid like Boo; I was an adult! (Well, a seventeen year old adult.)

The green cyclops stood back up, took a few steps toward me, and extended his right hand to me, offering to help me off the ground. I grabbed his hand with two of mine, and he pulled me up onto my feet. As soon as I stood up, I heard giant footsteps stomping over to me and Mike. I turned around to meet, of course, a giant wall of blue fur with purple polka dots, two curled horns, and a dinosaur-like tail swishing behind him.

"Hey there," said the giant blue monster, "are you okay?"

All I did was just stare up at the monster in front of me. Upon facing said monster, the first thing I noticed was just how tall he was in comparison to me. I stood at 5'5", but I was still under his shoulders. When I didn't answer right away, the blue monster replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. Where're my manners?" He then extended his right hand—er—paw, and introduced himself as, "James P. Sullivan. Friends call me—"

"Sulley." I said in sync with him while shaking his paw.

"Th-that's right," Sulley said with a hint of surprise, "have we met before?"

"N-no," I answered, "but I, uh, have heard about you guys."

Mike walked over to Sulley's side and looked up at me with even more curiosity. "You have?"

"Yeah."

In the movies, but like fluff I tell you that.

I tried to think of a decent answer for the two monsters before me, but my thoughts were cut off with someone yelling, "Hey, what are you three doing over there! That place is off limits!"

All three of us turned to see a giant aqua blue slug-like monster in a policeman's uniform who then started to run—I mean squirm—toward us.

"Uh oh," said Mike, "Sulley . . ."

"Right behind ya," replied Sulley. He then grabbed me, flung me over his shoulders, and dashed off with Mike in the opposite direction, leaving the angry policeman in the dust, shaking his fist at us.

The two monsters ran for quite a distance, all the while Sulley carrying me on his back. I didn't mind at all. To be honest, I was loving every minute of it. His fur felt so soft and shaggy. I even got a whiff of his scent…No, that's not creepy. It was a combination of sour milk and rotten onions. Definitely not my most favorite smell in the world, but it didn't make me gag or pass out. Actually, it was somewhat nostalgic. After all, this is how monsters were supposed to smell, right?

Eventually, the duo stopped to take a breather, Sulley letting me down finally.

"Okay," Mike heaved, "I think we lost him."

"Yeah, after five blocks of running." I commented, "Who would have thought a slug could squirm that fast?"

I gave my two new acquaintances another minute to catch their breaths before asking them a question. "So, why was he chasing us in the first place?"

Mike took one more deep breath and answered, "That place where we found you is actually protected by the city. That bush you were in is a rare species of Purpura Harare Amicus."

Sulley and I stared at Mike with blank expressions, obviously not knowing what the fluff he was talking about.

"It's a very social plant." Mike continued, "Many of them in the wild can gather up to hundreds, sometimes thousands, of square feet. It must have mistaken your hair for another of its kind and tried to incorporate it with itself."

I then felt Sulley twirl a few strands of my hair around his index finger, making them spring from straight to curly. "Your hair does look a lot like that bush." he pondered aloud. "Probably thought it made a new cute friend."

I stood completely still the whole time thinking to myself, Sulley's touching my hair! Sulley's touching my hair! The big blue kitty's touching my hair!

But Mike had to ruin the moment and wave Sulley's paw away from my head. "Knock it off, Sul. Don't scare the girl."

"Oh, no," I assured Mike, "no worries…So, how did you get the plant to let me go?"

"Oh, easy. Simply poured some vinegar on its roots."

"Vinegar?"

Sulley slapped his forehead and sighed through his teeth, "Oh yeah." He then looked down at Mike and added, "The vinegar Ms. Squibbles asked for us to get while we were out."

"Oh, that's right." Mike said, "Not a problem. We'll get some more. Come on, Sulley. I think the corner market a block back sells the vinegar we're looking for."

Mike took two steps, and then whipped back around and exclaimed, "I'm so sorry, my dear. I didn't catch your name at all. Where are my manners?"

He extended his right hand at me and asked, "Your name?"

I shook his hand and replied with a smile, "Vivian Scherrique. Nice to meet both of you."

I then turned to shake Sulley's hand—er—paw too (Aw, screw it!). I looked down at our hands and giggled at how big his hand was in comparison to mine, yet his wasn't crushing mine at all. He was very gentle.

But then I remembered that I was a human, and no one had said anything about it yet. Why weren't they afraid of me? Judging by their (more) youthful features, this had to be the Monsters University era, where they should still be afraid of humans. So why weren't they?

"Hey," said Sulley, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I looked back up at the big kitty's face full of concern. I then realized that I was frowning.

"Oh! Oh yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing, really." I pulled my hand away and chuckled a little, trying to put on the best "everything's fine" smile I could muster. But it didn't stop the big kitty from looking concerned.

"You're sure?" he insisted.

I giggled some more and twirled my hair out of reflex—a defense mechanism of mine whenever I felt worried or out of place. The two monsters caught on right away that something wasn't right, obviously.

"Well," I started to say, "something's been kind of bothering me…"

"What is it?" asked Mike beside me.

"Well, it's just that…"

"Yeah?" asked Mike and Sulley in unison.

"All this time…"

"Yeah?"

"You guys never…"

"Yeah?"

"Noticed tha—"

Ding. Dong. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Ding. Dong. All three of us looked up at the nearby clock tower. It was 4:30.

"It's getting late." Sulley said to Mike. "We should get going."

"Right, Sulley," Mike replied. He turned to me and said, "Sorry, but we need to—"

"It's okay," I interjected, "I understand." I waved goodbye and said, "Take care."

"You too." replied Mike, while Sulley pointed two fingers at me and made a clicking sound with his mouth. They two monsters walked up the street to wherever their market was, and I turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

I can't believe it! I met Sulley and Mike! My family's never gonna believe this!

I had just turned the corner when I realized, Wait a minute. Where am I going? In fact, how the fluff did I even get here!

TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY READ THIS CHAPTER: YES THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED. I'M TRYING TO REFINE THE WRITING SOME MORE, FIXING SOME GRAMMAR ERRORS AND WHAT NOT.

ANYWAY, FOR ALL THE NEWBIES, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY. I REALLY WANNA HEAR YOUR FEEDBACK, NOT JUST TRYING GO GET MORE REVIEWS.

I'LL BE UPDATING THE OTHER CHAPTERS TOO, TRYING TO SIFT THROUGHT THEM AS WELL. ANYWAY, ENJOY THE OTHER ONES!