My original story that takes place after the one-shot "After the End" I made—it MIGHT be an OC x Randall paring, but I'll have to think about it, if you don't like that idea, just don't read. R&R
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pixar, Randall (though I wish I did) or Monsters Incorporated. I do, however, own Angela/Nyoka and the other Angela, and any other characters not part of the show.
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+Chapter 1+A shrill scream crashed and rebounded numerous times in the large empty cave. Only a short moment after the scream, a strange young creature came into the empty cavern carrying another equally strange creature.
She scrambled over to the side of the cavern, her golden brown scales immediately dulling then, just as quickly, shimmering from the puddles of rippling water, reflecting odd shapes of light in the cave from the outside, giving the cave an underwater effect.
Placing the other down, she began to survey its wounds. It's lavender belly scales were stained crimson around the small open wound. Working quickly she covered the wound with her mouth, sucking out the bad blood then spitting it out to the side; then darted her muscular forked tongue into it, she reached to the deepest part of the wound. Then as she removed her tongue, eyes watering profusely, she pulled out a, still friction heated, bullet. She spat it into a puddle where it hissed then quieted; she let her tongue hang for a moment as it cooled off from its burning state.
Grabbing a rag from a pack near the cave wall, she clean the reptiles wound. The other moaned.
"Angela…it's just like when Ange-" he quieted, his eyes opened, and he stared at the cave wall.
The girl looked down at the mention of her name, but then remembered; he was talking about her.
Angiesighed; she would never forget…the other Angela.
FlashbackA little golden brown reptile curled up under the tree next to the swamp. She wasn't too intent on going back in that water with those vicious beasts. She nursed her wounds and whimpered as the beasts snapped at her. She was actually around 18 or 19, but her heart was full of fear, from loosing her memory with nothing left. She turned away and tried to ignore the harsh creatures when she heard someone yelling.
"GATORS BY THE DOZEN! Ma! Were havin gator tonight!"
A gunshot rang in the night and the gators thrashed as they hurried away. The young reptilian women turned around, she saw a human man, who looked to be in his 20's. He turned and noticed her. A smirk played across his lips.
"Well, what's one withat sum company?" He raised the gun.
"STOP IT CALEB!" The gunshot, but it was into the air. Another human, a young woman this time ran up.
"You ain't killin another one you half-brained ninny! Leave that 'un alone!"
The man spat into the mud and grinned, "Fine, you take that there pathetic creature out of this rain and nurse it back to health, and if I see it all pitiful like that again, I'll kill it ya hear?" with that he turned and walked away with the gator he shot.
"Angie, looks like she's hurt, should I take her out of here?"
"You best get her back to my trail'r before the poor thing dies."
She vaguely remembered seeing a violet image appear before her before it all went black.
"I have no name, no memory"
About a year later, the little female sat at the edge of a bed, resting her head on the hand of the young women called Emma.
A purple reptilian gecko like creature stood next to her, head bowed in anger.
Angela's body was bloody, even the doctor's bandages hadn't done much.
Randall clenched his fist; he could have saved his friend, but after the gators attacked it…
Angelalooked up at the ceiling, "Randall, dontcha go lookin all depressed now. I need you to be strong for me."
She looked at the reptilian girl, "Hun, I'm thinkin' I'll be callin you after myself."
The female looked up "Angela? You want me to have your name?"
Angienodded, she looked again to Randall "I want ya to protect her, she's my pride and joy, as are you, you two best be lookin after each other."
Randall shook his head "No, Angela, we'll all look after each other, it'll be okay."
Angeladidn't answer, and she never would.
End FlashbackAngierubbed her hands together to warm them, ever since she had died; he hardly ever called her by her name. It hurt terribly, and she wanted him to get over it. She was a different person, she didn't want him to look at her and say her name as if she was the other Angela, and she had her own personality. She was somebody, not just a memory.
The violet monster looked to her
"How bad is it?"
Angielet out the air she held "Bullet burrowed right into your ribs." She tightened the bandage mostly to hit some sense into him and to show she wasn't happy with him.
Randall grunted slightly and grinned at her "Are you trying to save me or kill me?"
She glowered "Well you don't need me to kill you! You're quite capable on your own!"
She tightened it once more then tied it off and turned back to finish cleaning the rag to wipe off the excess blood.
"Getting shot isn't supposed to be comfortable, even healing takes time and it ain't a picnic! Get over it, you brought it upon yourself."
Randall grimaced then smiled "Yeah, when you say it like that, you almost sound like her."
Angelasat back disgruntled.
"Will you stop it? I have a name, and you never use it. If you're not going to use it, I might as well not have a name! And I'm not like her, I'm a different person!"
Randall sighed, smiling absent mindedly, "Right, I'm sorry Angela, I shouldn't do that to you." He leaned back against the wall "But you do sound like her sometimes."
Angiestuck her tongue out at him, still slightly burned. She then resumed cleaning the blood off of his scales.
"I can't believe what I go through for you!"
Randall chuckled, "It isn't my choice, you could leave me to die you know."
Angielet out a sarcastic 'Ha ha' then grumbled.
"Right, that is if I could. But you'd come back and haunt me some more." She picked up the soiled rags.
"Now don't you move! I'm going to wash these off!"
He laughed "You might as well just tie me up to the rocks, I can hardly move with this corset like wrapping you've done with me anyways."
She huffed and stood up, walking away. Why was he always so difficult! And the fact that he was older and vowed to watch after her didn't make him smarter. He wasn't her babysitter. His usual actions were usually vile and rude, and quite aloof, but he did take joy in mocking her and making her irritated.
She came back and sat down. It angered her that he shrugged off her care and warnings with jokes. Maybe that was how he was, but he could be just a little more considerate. And even if she was just a little…strange.
Proved with multiple personality disorder several years ago, Randall took a bountiful amount of his leisure mocking her for it. But at least she didn't physically become this other person, her other side. She smiled at the thought.
The sunset and she heard the sounds of doors closing to the small, and slightly shanty, houses in the neighborhood. It used to be an old trailer park; now, it was occupied by small country houses, the living quarters for small families or single adults living in them.
Nights were long and filled with the chatter of small rodents and the soft groans and rumbles of sleeping gators. People laughed and conversed lightly, playing games of cards and gambling with neighbors. Many of the older men got drunk and were the comedic relief of the parties, most of them ended up wandering off with a shotgun in hand going, what they called, 'gator huntin.' The swamp was filled with more life than a city, cars can't count in the empty country, and you must rely on mother natures voice to accompany you through the days and nights.
As the night grew late, children's laughter mingled with the other unusual sounds of the cool nights, from the supposed monsters entering from their closets, children told of jokes and humorous things that had visited the nights before.
Randall said that it sounded familiar, the monsters coming from closets from supposedly nowhere. He spoke of it, and often thought of it, as it was a dream he had, or another world he had once known. But he could never remember it at all.Angie wondered often, if there was such a world, beyond the closet door of a child.
She looked at Randall, who was now sound asleep, as if the sounds of nature never phased his mind.Angela couldn't sleep, she had to investigate, she wanted more than anything to see…to see if there was a world of monsters, she wanted to be with her own kind, if there was a world. If there was, then maybe…she could tell Randall, bring him to it where they could live in safety and peace. He could teach her, more, she wanted to learn. He promised to continue teaching her anyways. They could be in a world, where there were no humans carrying guns.
She stood up and quietly creaped out of the cavern; she wouldn't wake him, not yet. Sneaking over to the only house with a child that was not filling with laughter, she quietly slipped into the house and made her way to the child's room.
The light was still on; the child was no asleep; instead she sat on her bed, playing with a 3-eyed stuffed toy, the likes of which Emma had never come across in this world. Crouching, unseen, in a corner of the ceiling,Angela sat patiently and watched.
The girl had a round face and dark hair, two pigtails bounced at the sides of her head and her round eyes were bright and awake. She looked to be around 6 or 7 years old.
"I wonder when Mikey will come." The girl said to her toy.
'Hmm, I wonder who Mikey could be.'Angela waited and wondered.
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