Sully's Situation
Written by: Cartman's Girl
Notes: Woo, it's continuing! ^_^ Go me! A plane old Jane like me writes pretty
well some days. Let's hope I get some done before I have to leave for work.
~*~
Sully sighed and leant back in his comfy chair, and leant back letting the foot
rest pop up. It had been a long week, and he was glad it was at least a Friday
night. Course, to a CEO it meant next to nothing. Work kept creeping up like a…
well, monster most days. Mike was flipping TV channels, trying to find
something worth while to watch.
"What ever happened to Thank God it's Friday?" Mike grumbled to himself, and
decided to watch the Friday night Movie. A Tale of Two Screams. Sully opened
his eyes.
"Hey Mike…" he said, "I'm suddenly thinking back about a month… remember
Terrain?"
"Big, brash, furry thing with big feet and sharp teeth?" Mike asked, glancing
at Sully.
"Yeah, her." Sully frowned, "I think I was kinda harsh on her… I mean, to error
is Monster but to forgive is divine.." he tapped his claws together. Mike
stared at him blankly.
"You're kidding. Do you know how much bodily harm was brought upon
myself while she was there? Her feet were lethal weapons of squishing
destruction! Her tail could smack me clear across the company's Laughter Floor
like I was a ping pong ball!" Mike ranted for a while, then calmed. "But what's
your point?" Sully chuckled slightly,
"I dunno, maybe I could give her a job somewhere else in the factory… not on
the Laughter Floor or anything, maybe like in the actual factory where they
turn laughter into power." Sully said, sitting up. "I feel kinda bad for her…"
Mike nodded.
"That's you Sully, always caring 'bout other people." Mike smirked, then
happened to catch a TV commercial. Screech's Dazzlers, a shop of jewellery and
such. "Hmm… going cheap…" Sully arched an eyebrow at Mike, but decided not to
pry. Him and Cecilia were coming along great, even if he could barely stomach
being in the same room as them most days. He wondered to himself, maybe it
wasn't just that they grossed him out, maybe he kinda wanted someone for
himself.
"Nah." He waved a hand to himself, he didn't want his Mom to die of a heart
attack if he suddenly told her he had a girlfriend, let alone a fiancé. Mike
glanced at Sully, but shrugged and went back to watching the movie.
~*~
Next morning Terrain was reading the paper again, but for a different reason.
Personals. Heck, she had to at least try didn't she? She skimmed most of them,
and circled the ones who she liked the sound of. Once that was done, she set
the Personals away and picked up the Employment section. She circled those she
liked, and picked up the phone.
For the upcoming scene, it'd be best to imagine a song playing. Say, Shakira's
'Objection'.
Bright Monday morning, and Terrain's got a job interview. She's combed her fur
straight, and has mascara to her six eyes. She holds up a small briefcase and
pulls out a piece of paper – the address. But there's a sudden gust of wind,
and it's gone. She races after it, mud splattering all over herself as she
does. No luck. So she goes to the street, and hoping to find the building. She
walks up and down, up and down, up and down. Till she calls a Taxi to take her
to the building. Eventually she finds it, but now she can't remember which
floor, or the name of the interviewer. She groans.
Next we see her sitting at a restaurant, tapping her red coloured nails
together. One of her blind dates are about to start. A figure walks up to her
and asks her something, she nods but just stares blankly. The monster's blind.
Really blind. She sighs.
Wednesday! Another job interview! Horray!… or is it? She goes into a building
and says something, and the secretary looks confused. The two talk for a long
time over where she's meant to be, till a male monster who looks like Jumba but
with fur walks out. He rings up a few places, but in the end it turns out she's
in the right building. The secretary just messed up.
Another blind date, can you contain your joy?? No? Good. Terrain's sat waiting
at another restaurant, and looks at her watch. Still nobody's turned up. Then
some shrieks are heard off screen, and who else but The Blob enters. He's got a
few tables and chairs sucked into himself. He lifts a hat and introduces
himself, and Terrain just stares.
Yet another job interview, this time on Friday. Terrain turned up on time, the
right address, the right room… but the Interviewer is late. Very late. We see
the clock quickly tick forward a few hours. Terrain is now fast asleep in the
seat, and a cleaner is in the room vacuuming. The clock reads seven o'clock.
She snorts awake and falls off her seat. That night, Terrain drags her heavy
feet home, up the steps and collapses onto her large bed.
"What a day…" she mutters to herself, face down on the pillow. Suddenly the phone
rings. She reaches out and picks it up, rolling onto her back. "Magnolia
residence, how may I help you?" she loathed her Father for teaching her to
answer the phone like that.
"Uh hello, is Terrain in?" a male voice asked. Terrain blinked,
"This is she, who's this?"
"It's Sully." The voice said. Terrain frowned slightly, then sat up.
"What do you want?"
"Look I was wondering, do you have a job yet?" in his room, Sully scratched at
his chin nervously. Why nervously, who knows.
"For your big fat information, no I don't." she replied, stretching her toes.
"Oh good!"
"What?!"
"Uh, I mean… look, I was wondering if you'd like to take up a position in the
company again, but as a generator." Sully said finally. Terrain blinked,
"Well…" she did need a job. She was running out of money for her bills.
"Sure, why not." She could practically feel the guilt lift off Sully through
the phone.
"Oh that's great! Well, come in Tuesday 'n I'll set you up!"
"Uh, right." Terrain stared at the phone as if it had grown another eye. "So
I'll see you Tuesday Sully…" soon the conversation was done, and she just
stared at the phone blankly. "Man, that was weird."
~*~
Mike grinned to himself, boy why didn't he think of this sooner? Sully was a
great guy, he deserved someone! Mike sat back and read to himself the Personal
Ad he was writing.
"Alerting all eligible women! An enthusiastic, well travelled entrepreneur with
many keen interests is searching for a beautiful furry female to be a great
friend, and hopefully moving on from there to more interesting situations."
Mike giggled to himself, and added his own number to set it up. Then he'd send
Sully to the restaurant, and go himself but sit away to see how things go. He
stuck it into the envelope, just as Sully entered the room.
"Hey Mike-"
"WAH!" Mike's eye almost bugged out of his head, and panted as he put the
envelope behind his back. "Don't do that!"
"Sorry, sorry. Just wanted you to know, Terrain's got a job at Monsters Inc."
Sully smiled slightly, "She seemed.. uh, happy." He wasn't sure, he'd never
seen Terrain happy in years. "Um, what're you doing?"
"Me? Oh, just… mailing a letter to myyy… distant cousin! Yes! All the way in
cold Australia, yup!" Mike stuck a stamp to the envelope, and got to his feet.
"Well better go mail it!" and he ran out the room. Sully watched him leave.
"But… the mail truck picks up at three…" he shrugged. No need trying to figure
Mike out. He relaxed on his chair, and shut his eyes, ahh… finally. He's fixed
the small problem with Terrain, and now his conscious was clear. No idea why he
had felt so bad about it, he had dealt with troublesome monsters before. Maybe
since Terrain was the only female to cause trouble… who knew.
[To be continued!]
