A wet liquid hit the middle of my face, passing me into a deep realm of cold. It dripped down my mouth and ran off my chin onto the floor, making shallow puddles like I had been softly sobbing about an incident. I tried to open my large eyes, but found that they stung terribly and decided to keep them shut. For the moment of time, I could not understand how I had got wherever I was or what had happened before to make me wake up in this certain situation. My memory was just completely refreshed.

"Randall…" A voice quietly whispered to me, calling my name. I did not stir at the voice, sounding surprisingly familiar to me. I made no attempt to move at all, if the monster talking to me was someone unpleasant then I would be able to not listen to the constant rambling of their voice. Me, having my own worries to think about and not having to listen to know it all fools, was good enough. My assistant was one of those fools that always ran on about unrelevant things in the awaking call of a very relevant thing. So, maybe it was just best enough to stay in my slumbering wake.

"Randall, can you hear me?" The raspy voice called out to me again. Didn't this person understand that I wanted to be left to my own devices?

"For pete's sake! What?" I cried out to the annoying intruder. That certainly told them that I did not want to talk to them. There was a burst of underrated laughter from the room and I finally gave myself another chance to open my eyes. As the blurry outline came into a clear focus, I saw the fine hairs of James P. Sullivan bristling my scales and the round shape of ball like Wazowski, a person who I really wanted to kick down the corridors to make myself feel better and gather my pride. I immediately felt the oncoming throb in my head of a headache slowly swarming its wrath over my brain. I cringed and clutched my head in comfort. I had been through much more than I had originally thought I had. The images flashed into place like a piece of a puzzle that fitted in perfection… the chase inside the gigantic door vault, the near awaited banishment and the small child, this nicknamed 'Boo' pulling on my beautiful fronds. I could not feel the tendrils crowning my head and moved my fingers to feel them to just check. I just felt so numb that they may as well have not been there! Thank goodness, my fingers wriggled around the fleshy tubes.

"Goodness you gave us a little bit of a fright there." Sulley interrupted my health checks and I raised my eyelid at his question. I strained my already tired arms to pick my weight back onto my four padded feet. I brushed my scales down to rid of any dirt and to try and make the impression that I could overcome situations quickly.

"Oh, why would I?" I asked slyly. I clearly had forgotten what had only happened a few odd minutes before. "I mean…" I changed quickly. "I am, really, a pretty scary guy." I chuckled with a slightly in-dignified tone. It was a little too late to change my already peculiar behaviour.

"Well, you passed out, smart bomb." Wazowski infiltrated the two by two conversation and looked in his 'matter of factly' way that so annoyed anybody. I narrowed my eyes back into the usual, tired slits and stared him down. Then it finally hit me and I turned my gaze back to Sullivan, who strangely, I thought would be more understanding.

"I passed out?" Sullivan quickly snapped back into the twenty first century and shook himself back into consciousness.

"Uh, yeah… don't you remember?" My emerald eyes became blank.

"Oh, obviously not…" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Um, you had this massive fight with Waternoose. I tried to get Boo back home, and it mostly worked." Then Sullivan burst into a giant smile and I stepped backwards a few feet in surprise. What did he have to be so happy about? I was somewhat puzzled as I stared at him, my head not configuring and the cogs failing to whir.

"Just tell me Sullivan, it's honestly better than standing here blank!" I shouted, already irritated with this awkward conversation. He stammered before laughing.

"They've got him! Waternoose has been taken into custody!" As soon as I heard those words my mind flashed questions… I wondered what was going to happen to me especially of course and if Waternoose had mentioned anything about the cover up. He was probably sitting alone in some cell acting silent and giving away nothing yet. I was of course, sure, that my name was going to be mentioned. Perhaps old crabby face would blame the whole ordeal on me! I said nothing about the benefit of Waternoose but only spoke about myself.

"Where does this leave me then…" I solemnly asked. "What is going to happen to me? Where does my lead stand?"

"Oh, I think I will be able to answer that…" A voice that sounded like a very old screechy record was playing broke us out of our talking group. The scattered CDA agents ran together into two lines on either side of the door and one agent managed to grasp the handle and open the door, to let none other than Roz through. The agents saluted her as she slithered through into the room.

"Roz?" All three of us exclaimed. Roz was head of the Child Detection Agency? Now things were beginning to fit into place for me. I realised that everytime I had walked by that small cubicle that Roz called an office, stacked with paperwork, she was working undercover as an officer of Monstropolis law! I could not decide whether this was a good or bad occurrence for her to suddenly reveal her true identity. For my own benefit that was…

"Mr Boggs, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to come with us please." She commanded towards me. Two CDA agents patted me down as a full body search.

"What, do you think I'll be carrying extra luggage?" I shouted towards the two. They immediately stopped and grabbed me by the arms. "UH! A little more gentler please!"

"Now wait a minute!" Sullivan interrupted behind me. The agents stopped in their tracks and I turned my head back to face at the tall, furry monster. "Where is Randall going to be taken too." Now I was intrigued to hear what Roz had to say. For all I know, I could be taken gods known where.

"Mr Boggs is being escorted to the truck so he can be taken to headquarters. He's going to be put in a holding cell to await trial." She explained this thoroughly and my eyes bulged like crazy!

"Now, wait a minute there lady! I don't know whether you can call me a criminal, but I have a right to tell you the real st…"

"Yes, in time Mr Boggs. We will conduct an interrogation with you soon, now please, can we just get this sorted as soon as possible. It is already as damaging as it is and these types of things can be hard to clear up afterwards." She slowly told us all. She had the nerve to cut me off mid speech when I was trying to save my tail from being thrown in a room! I sighed and looked down towards the floor, my feet keeping up with the agents as they dragged me away.

"Wait!" I stopped suddenly, raising my head up again. "What about the kid? What's going to happen to her?" I asked intriguingly. She smirked and adjusted her bulky glasses.

"I would not have thought that would be a concern to you Mr Boggs, but it seems as though I have misjudged you." I nodded and looked impressed by her decision. Mike and Sulley looked very interested in hearing this answer too. "I'm most certain that it would be best to have her door shredded. It's at least good that she is at a very young age and will most likely forget about her experience." Mike and Sulley's faces fell at this answer, wishing that they had not been as enthusiasmed to hear. Even I began to feel the effects of this answer. I'm not a heartless person… I just have a different exterior. I sighed rather too heartily for comfort and closed my eyes.

"Would it be too much for me to say… sorry, and goodbye to the kid?"

"You what?" Mike exclaimed in amazement. "YOU! Sorry? This is the wrong monster talking… what did you just try to do!" I lowered my brow angrily at him. "You want to say some sweet, lovely goodbye to her after all you put her through? Make out your not the offending monster in this case."

"It is not up to you Wazowski!" I growled intensely. "I speak for myself, you don't know what it's like for me… what I've been through, so I suggest you keep your own trap shut." After that, nothing more was said between all of us for a good momentary seconds.

"Very well…" Roz ordered dryly, who had clearly been waiting for the opportune moment to speak again. "I'll give you all five minutes. Release Mr Boggs but do stand by." Her lips curled with an expressionless face, and she proceeded out of the room. The CDA officers stayed, but moved to the outskirts and walls of the complex, all eerily silent behind their expressionless faces.


The room was so quiet after Roz's fortunate absence, making it uncomfortably awkward. I shuffled from foot to foot, moving towards the static figures of Sulley and Mike. Wazowski eyed me up and down with a frown, almost as if he was expecting me to lunge for him and try and strangle him or something as truly preposterous. I certainly was not that stupid, nor intentionally hurtful. Sullivan was unsure of what to expect and just kept his distance. The only noise heard, was the audible electronic buzz of the constant red circle above the young girl's door.

I swallowed down a lump in my throat and began to approach the young girl serenely, trying not to scare her. She edged away, grabbing onto Sullivan's furry stump of a tail. A scowl appeared across her features.

"Kid…" I began, trying incredibly hard to think of what to exactly say. "This is probably going to sound crazy…" I turned my head away, unable to look at her for much longer. "… you probably can't even understand me." I sighed, but turned back, shining emerald eyes showing the real truth.

"I never meant to hurt you." It hurt to convey emotion after all the bad I had done. "I would never want to hurt you. Nor any other child." I heard Wazowski 'hmph' next to me. It just made the pain seem that much worse. I bent my knees, reaching down to her level of vision, my defences and anger vanishing. Before Boo, stood just a monster just as frightened and childlike as she was.

"As you get older, it is inevitable that you do bad things. Sometimes people force you to do these bad things, or you do these bad things without even realising it." I could feel the familiar ache behind my eyes appearing.

"But that does not make you a bad person." I swallowed again to keep self control. "A person may do bad, but it is almost also true, that they will do good too." I held out my hand to her. "If this can make up for all of the bad deeds I have done, than I promise you, that I will leave you alone for the rest of your life. That I wish you all the best in your own life, and that you will not make the same… dreadful mistakes as I did." I could not control myself anymore. "I'm so sorry…" my voice broke and I sunk my head, ashamed and broken. I closed my eyes, sobbing soundlessly, wishing to be anywhere else but there in the presence of the child whose life I had nearly destroyed.

I felt a sudden tentative touch on my hand and gently rose my eyes to see what it was. It was her, her frail little hand. Was that a smile? No, it couldn't be… not to a disgusting creature like me. But no, it was. Gone, was the terrified, fear stricken characteristics of an innocent little victim, replaced with a new bright dawn of affection that I had never seen before. I closed my padded fingers around her tiny palm, and held her. She babbled something that a normal English trained ear would not understand; but in my thumping, sorrowful heart, I knew exactly what she had said: "I forgive you."

She embraced me. The tears began to well in my eyes and at that moment, I did not care who saw me and what they thought of me. In all of my life, I have never witnessed such a beautiful event… I pulled her in tighter, wishing this would never cease. The last person who had hugged was my mother and something that had happened so long ago. I had forgotten what it felt like to be loved. But every peaceful scene has to end sometime.

I let her go, regretfully but with a small flicker of light… a candle… ignited in my soul. The darkness was receding back into its cave. I carefully stood firmly back to my full height and recoiled away from the group into the shadows. I watched as Sullivan and Wazowski moved towards her. She hugged Wazowski to begin with. Quite taken aback at first, the green monsters mouth gaped and his arms swung away from her, but when he realised what she had done, a smile stole his surprise away.

"Oh, Boo… it's been fun." He confessed heartedly before letting her go. "Go ahead, go grow up." Even the emotional scale of this sad goodbye had got to him. Sullivan took her hand and led her back to her warming bedroom, away from the obscure alien monster world and back into the realm of her reality. Back to her mother and father, and back to an enlightening future.

Sullivan reappeared from the childs doorway with a glassy glance, almost as if he had been overpowered by some depressing force. Everything blurred… the shredding of Boo's door being the worst memory. It had been one of the first times, that I had been able to look upon the two scare buddies without a need to challenge or insult them. In some peculiar form, it seemed as though we had accepted each other through this tolerance. Before leaving to be led like a pitiful hound to his cage, I gave them one last look and nodded. I went quietly, with no need for the harsh cuts of steel handcuffs on my sensitively dry scales. The atmosphere became heavier once I had been led outside, with various whispers drifting across the looming entrance of the factories crest.

"Randall's behind it… doesn't surprise me… knew he was trouble… deserves it." I drowned them out through serious thought.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore; not the glorious joy of overcoming the scare record, not the perspectives of thousands of other monsters who had not seen the past few days' hectic. Not even the question of his future employment. Only one important objective remained… Waternoose needed to be behind bars. So be it if I was taken along with him, but I needed to stop his evil reign. I knew from that moment, that it would be difficult, but I knew that everything worthwhile begins with a motivated cause and good will to work hard. It was to be for the good of monster kind, and for the good of the children.


I am so sorry that this has taken me so long to upload :/. I am so glad that I have finally finished this chapter! However, I have to say that even though it is quite an emotional chapter, I prefer this chapter to the first. I really hope I haven't gone out of character with Randall, but I really wanted to show his guilt over what happened to Boo. I believe he never intentionally wanted to hurt Boo or any children, but because of his work, he had too. Who knows what would have happened to him if he had disagreed with such an unpredictable boss! Hope you enjoy and please review :).