Life at work for Sullivan became very dull. Owning the organization wasn't as much of a big deal as he thought it was. He'd watch with fond memories while the employees walked in through door after door collecting laughter from small children. He belonged on that floor, not with a checklist in his hand. He wish he could tell Mike how he felt, but he was enjoying the new limelight that he did not want to ruin the excitement for his one eyed, green friend.
"Alright, see ya at lunch, Craig!" Mike called out to one of the employees. "What a day, Sulley." Sulley lost his train of thought. "Hu? Oh, yeah." Mike gave him a quizzical look. "So, are you free tonight? I mean, come on, it's Friday." The blue monster admitted to himself that he really needed to make a point to start spending some more time with Mike. "Sure, Mike. We can catch that movie you wanted to see at 8, ok?"
"You can't make me go!" Randall protested by throwing the plate of disgusting food near Sullivan's direction. Sulley only replied with a stern look and a fold of his arms across his chest. "Randall, you have two choices. You could either go back to prison, or participate in the therapy group instead." The program was designed for Randall to meet others who have similar drug addictions, and for those who have past traumatic experiences. The goal is to allow individuals to come to terms with themselves while learning to open up about themselves to others and gain the tools and support for re starting a normal life. Randall, on the other hand, disproved with the concept of socialization. "I would rather stay in my room. And die." He retorted darkly.
The first therapy session took place three days later. Sulley gave Randall a thumbs up for good luck, while in return the lizard stuck up a middle finger with a smirk. "You'll be fine, pal." The blue one promised. The green eyed lizard only returned an "I hate you." Before shutting the door behind him. Maybe he really did hate him, but that didn't mean Sulley no longer felt responsible for him. Mere seconds later, Randall returned. "I don't want to do it." However, Sulley took his tone as 'I can't do it.' "Would you like me to come in with you?" The furry monster asked. Randall accepted, but rather harshly. "Fine. If I have to endure this, so do you. It's your fault I'm in this mess, after all." Sulley rolled his eyes with a smirk before closing the door behind them both.
Randall immediately declared that the doctor was a bitch. Who did she think she was making him introduce himself? Or join in the group for Christ's sake. "Randall, would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?" "You mean the one I've been waiting for three days now?" He responded. Sulley nodded. Randall's eyes almost lit up – almost. "Of course I fucking do!" Sullivan pulled it out of his reach and scolded him like a child. "Well, you can't have one. Not until you introduce yourself." FUCK YOU SULLIVAN! The lizard sent him a harsh glare. "My name is Randall." Sulley fished in for more information. "And?" Randall sighed helplessly. "I've just been released from prison." His blue former co-worker was still not impressed. "Go on." Randall looked like he was about to hurl a chair to the other side of the word. "What do you want out of me?" He hollered. "The fact that I've been banished from Monstropolis? What about my memories of fifteen years of prison all wiped clean from my mind? How my father despises me? The death of my mother? Anything else? If you think of anything, please let me know! It's getting pretty late for me. I'm going to take my medication then go to bed."
No one blamed him, Sulley let him go. Randall made more than enough progress just by showing up. Tomorrow, Sulley had plans with Mike in the evening. He wondered how he would even manage to have a good time after all the pain he had caused Randall. Arguing, the lizard had attempted murder, but how low did Waternoose have to go to make him stoop to that level?