I LIED. Or maybe not. Yeah, this chapter is still pretty damn depressing. We still haven't quite gotten into an actual plot yet, but we're getting there. If you're wondering where the names Tabitha and Grace came from, they're the names of Dave Foley's first wife and the name of a character who was on Will & Grace, which was Sean Hayes's first major role in a television series. If you don't know who either of those people are, then you are a terrible Perry twins fan and you should stop reading this right now. Or not, I'm just kiddin'.


Terry Perry walked down the perfectly paved sidewalk, his head hung so low it almost touched the ground. It was very dark outside, and the time was drawing close to 10 P.M., but Terry hadn't been out partying with friends, he had been in the library studying. He was carrying with him all of his notebooks and textbooks for his English class, as well as a mug containing a large quantity of coffee, which he, like many other college students, practically lived on.

In addition to feeling very tired and sad, he was also fairly nervous about being out so late, alone. In the past, Terry had never been alone, and he and his twin brother, Terri, usually carried on conversations while they walked, which comforted the both of them. However, as of a few weeks ago, this was no longer the case. All Terry could do was awkwardly whistle to himself, every shadow making him extremely nervous.

In addition to being scared, Terry was also not as surefooted as he had been before. When he and his brother were still attached to each other, they shared the responsibilities of controlling their eight individual tentacles. Now, Terry was down to four, since Terri had taken the remainder when they split up. Although he had a bit of a rocky start, as time went on he had gotten used to it, for the most part.

As Terry turned a corner, he suddenly tripped over something solid, and fell right on his face. The pain caused him to groan, and he pushed himself up off the pavement with his hands. He was met with a sight that almost caused him to scream.

A very ugly, very mean looking Jaws Theta Chi member was standing right in front of him. He had yellow fur, a spiked tail, and very sharp teeth. Terry was about to apologize to the monster, but then he noticed something that made his heart drop. While he tripped, his coffee mug had apparently slipped out of his hand, and the hot liquid inside had gotten all over the JOX's jacket. The scary monster stood over him, growling menacingly, as Terry sunk back into the sidewalk.

"Oh, I'm sorry, t-took a bit of a tumble," Terry stammered, he tried to hold back the fear in his voice, but try as he might it simply would not stop stop shaking, "I-I'm really, really sorry, errr... I f-forget, what's your name again?"

"Dirk!" spat the hairy, yellow troglodyte, "Dirk Pratt. And you, you're one of them Oozma Kappa weirdos, huh?" He pointed a finger at Terry's chest.

Terry felt a bit hurt by these cruel words, but his fears overtook these feelings, and he struggled to come up with a response as Dirk loomed over him, his rage seemingly increasing with every passing second. He dearly wished that Sulley were still around to teach these sort of monsters a lesson, as before, he was sort of like the team's bodyguard. When Bill Sullivan's kid was around, nobody dared to mess with the Oozmas individually. With the ROR's infamous "Cute-ma Kappa" prank, the only reason that they got away with it then was because of how the image had been spread around campus, making it pointless to retaliate with violence and intimidation. It would seem that Johnny Worthington was an expert in the art of demoralizing a monster.

Sadly, ever since OK's cheating scandal had erupted, the team's remaining members had been met with angry scowls by nearly all of their other classmates. Whether you blamed it on Hardscrabble for keeping nearly all of the details of the event secret, or Sulley and Mike for never really coming back to set the record straight, either way, the Oozmas were not very well liked, to say the least.

"Umm, yeah, I guess you could say that... that, that is what we, er, I am. S-sorry again, Dirk," Terry gave a feeble smile, and shrugged his shoulders. To his surprise, Dirk's enraged expression turned into a happy one, and he even chuckled a bit.

"Hey, buddy. No hard feelings, 'aight?" He extended a large, yellow paw, "Need a hand, bro?"

Terry's smile widened, and he took Dirk's hand, "Oh, wow thanks, you know for a second there I really thought you were about to beat me-" Suddenly, Terry's statement was cut short by a searing pain that shot through his jaw like a wrecking ball through an old barn. For a moment, his vision was completely blurred, and the only thing he could feel was the intense pain in his face. He wanted desperately to scream, but all that he could muster was a loud yelp.

His ears were ringing, but he could faintly make out a gruff voice barking out something along the lines of, "And if any of you stupid Oozmas think you can just cheat your way to winning then you all got another thing coming, you hear me?!"

Dirk's ugly face was pushed right up into Terry's, the smell of his breath was making him nauseous and the pain in his mouth was almost literally killing him. Just as he was about to cry for help, Terry felt another, new kind of pain erupt in his abdomen. He felt as though a large hammer had just been smashed into his stomach. The world was spinning around him, and before he knew it, he crashed down hard onto the pavement, tentacles splayed out and his ears ringing. Just barely, he could make out a bright yellow blur walking away from him.

Terry had been hit in the stomach before, once or twice when helping out on his uncle's ranch by an angry ram when he was very young, and countless times when he was in grade school, but never like this. This was the type of gut-wrenching torture that was reserved for people in movies, not him. This sort of cruelty rarely happened in real life, especially not at a prestegious school like Monsters University! What had he even done to deserve so much despair? Accidentally spilled coffee on a JOX meathead's precious jacket? That was nothing that a bit of soap and water couldn't fix, and hell, JOX members were all pretty rich, so why not just buy another stupid jacket. He could hang up the original one and keep it on display at the dorm, put a little plaque on it that said, "Dirk Pratt's first official JOX jacket, ruined by idiotic OK member Terry Perry."

The thought of that, though amusing, was somehow soul-crushing at the same time. Desperate for any sort of help, Terry managed to let out a few more loud yelps. Through it all, he felt a warm liquid dripping out of his mouth, and suspected that his jaw might even have been broken.

In a state of complete agony, Terry laid his head on the concrete again, unable to get up. In a futile attempt to convince himself it was all a dream, he closed his eyes, and thought of as many good things he could muster.

His mind filled with thoughts of his friends, his brother, his parents, and his ex-girlfriend. He wanted to see them, all of them. He needed their help more than anything else in the world.

But as luck would have it, Terry heard a strangely familiar voice calling his name far off in the distance. His mind raced, and the thought of being rescued chased away the clouds of pain and misery. He let out another yelp, except this one was actually a word, "help." He heard footsteps charging to him, and he opened his eye. He couldn't believe who was kneeling down in front of him.

Even in the darkness, he could make out the pale blue light of her single eye. And although her face was full of concern and horror, she was still quite a stunning sight to behold. For a moment, Terry thought he was going to be alright after all.

"Terry?! Please, please tell me you're okay. Oh god, your mouth is bleeding really, really bad... I could hear you screaming all the way in frat row."

Most of his movements had been deactivated because of his extreme pain, but somehow, Terry managed to give a slight nod. He certainly didn't feel okay, but he wanted to seem brave.

"No! You're obviously in serious danger. Come with me, please. I'm taking you to the hospital downtown right away," Tabitha said in a stern voice. With great ease, she picked up Terry and walked quickly towards her car.

"Not like... I have much of a choice..." he managed to say while she was carrying him, before coughing violently, spraying blood all over Tabitha's shirt.

She screamed, seemingly out of both disgust and concern for his safety, "Okay, now is not the time for snide remarks, Terry! Save your strength, just stay calm. We'll be at the hospital in no time."

Terry soon found himself lying on a soft, warm fabric bed, his head cradled by a pillow, and a blanket draped over his immensely sore body. A slightly musty smelling washcloth was shoved into his mouth, for sopping up the blood that was slowly draining out of him. He resisted the urge to spit it out, not wishing to dirty up his ex-girlfriend's car. They still weren't on the best of terms, in fact, he thought it was a miracle that she even felt like stopping to rescue him at all.

After a bit of driving, they stopped at a very large building with a gigantic, cyclopian red cross attached to the front of it; the Monstropolis General Hospital. Tabitha quickly took Terry out of the backseat, still wrapped up in a blanket, and ran into the hospital, demanding to see a doctor as soon as possible. All through the night, she stayed by Terry's side as he was put through various treatments and prescribed several medications. She called his fraternity brothers, using the number Terry gave her, and solemnly gave them the news about what had happened. Predictably, all of them were shocked and promised to be there first thing tomorrow morning.

Terry did give her a second number, which she dialed, but received no answer.

"Sorry, I guess he must be busy. You can try again tomorrow, okay? Just don't worry yourself, relax Terry, you're going to be fine. Your jaw isn't broken, it experienced some severe trauma. The doctor says that the bleeding will stop soon and the pain should go away in a few days if you take two of these daily," she handed him a bottle of some brightly coloured pills. He took the bottle in his hand, examined it for a bit, and sighed.

"I have to get back to school, but your friends will be here tomorrow morning. Hope you feel better soon, Terry," Tabitha gave her friend a genuine smile. Terry felt something ignite inside him that he hadn't felt in a while, but those thoughts were dashed quite quickly when he thought back to the day that they had broken up...

Just as she was about to close the door, Tabitha dug something out of her pocket and handed it to him. A small bottle of Monzac.

"I almost forgot, found these on the ground next to you. Figured you'd need to keep these. Sorry about, well... everything."

Tabitha walked back slowly and carefully shut closed the door. Terry stared at the bottle of painkillers, then the bottle of Monzac. He took two of each, and cried himself to sleep. From both the physical pain, as well as the emotional pain.


Phew, so yeah, more depressing things happening to Terry Perry. You've heard of Scootabuse, right? Well, this is Terrybuse. This chapter is, anyway. Poor darling, don't you just want to pick him up and hug him and tell him everything's going to be okay? Well, you can't, because he isn't real. Conversely, you could track down Dave Foley and do the same to him. Although I don't think he would appreciate it as much as Terry Perry would. Or he might be into that kind of stuff. I'm rambling here.