Monsters inc is not mine. This story is. Deal with it.
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Randall was fed up with this.
Even as he wrestled an enormous alligator in the mud after the rain, he had time to realize this. He had been reduced to catching and killing rodents for food and wrestling alligators as a hobby!
He sunk his teeth into the gator's tongue, hating the feel and taste but knowing if he did so it would let go. His teeth wouldn't penetrate the tough skin.
Sure enough, the gator let go in surprise and decided it didn't want its tongue bit again. It swam off.
He lay in the mud, panting and catching his breath. He returned his scales to their normal lavender color and wiped the muck off his face. He had leeches all over him, too. Great, just fucking great.
He pulled them off and growled in annoyance. What the fuck was wrong with Sullivan that he would throw him into the human world?? Okay, granted he HAD tried to use them as guinea pigs once before, but really, was that all that bad?
He shook the rest of the mud off of himself and began walking in any direction, his feet sinking in the mossy, swampy grass as he did so. Far off in the distance, against the blue sky, he saw smoke. Black smoke.
Smoke meant fire. And fire meant civilization. He didn't care if it was humans, humans meant closet doors and little kids. He could go home!
With renewed strength, he scampered in the direction of the smoke.
MANY MILES LATER
He looked on at the charred wreck, slightly disappointed but slightly hopeful.
The smoke was coming from a ruined vehicle. It was on fire. He could see a human behind the wheel and they were screaming.
Half of him said the hell with it, I don't give a shit while another half was saying if he helped this stupid bag of meat, he could possibly gain access to a closet door.
In the end, home won out.
He ignored the searing heat on his scales and yanked the human out the driver door and threw him into the stagnant, alligator-infest water.
He backed away from the flaming wreck that was a truck and looked to the human, who was now covered in soot and slime from the water. He saw his truck. Then he saw Randall. Randall let himself be seen. At this point, he was too desperate to care.
"You... you, ya you you... what are you?" the human managed to get out. He was no judge on humans, but if Randall had to guess, he would put the human's age at about 25. Black hair, very dark skin under the soot and blue eyes.
"The name's Randall. You know a way out of this swamp?" he introduced himself. Generally speaking, he hadn't known humans could speak more than a few coherant sentences, but this human did.
Generally speaking, he didn't usually talk to humans, either.
"Yeah, uh... assuming I haven't died and am hallucinating, my truck just went over the guardrails. There's a highway bout half a mile that way," said the man.
"Good. Get out of that water and let's go," he said coyly, and he turned his back on the man and walked in the direction he had indicated. He heard a spash from behind him and then a few seconds later, mushy footsteps much heavier than his own. He looked back and his jaw fell. He had never seen an adult human before in his life, but this was wierd.
The man was huge, at least six feet tall and broad chested but not fat. It was a blue wonder he had even managed to drag him out of the truck at all.
"Don't worry, I'm followin' you, snake boy," said the man, wiping soot and grime off his face and hands. His clothes were hopeless, tattered and burned.
"My name is RANDALL, and DON'T call me snake boy," he growled.
The man said nothing so he kept walking.
Up ahead he heard the sound of speeding cars and he stared for awhile, noticing that humans weren't all that different from monsters. Just slightly different technology.
"My name's Rusty. Thanks for pulling my head outta my ass back there," said the human, looking out at the cars with him. The broken guardrail stood as proof that humans weren't infallible.
On the road, cars zoomed by at 60MPH and faster. All Randall heard was the sound of revving engines. No screams. Humans technology was somewhat of a mystery to him, really. What on earth did they use? Electricity? Nah, he thought to himself. Electricity was too unstable and the flow was easily disrupted.
"Yeah, whatever. Hey, you got kids?" he said, trying to make friendly conversation. He was only talking to the man for one reason.
"Nope, but I got a little sister back at home. She's 8," he replied. Eight wasn't too old for a door to the monster realm. Eight was for the big boys, though, and he probably wouldn't come out on scarefloor F.
"Great. I love kids," he made himself say, "but I kind of need a place to stay for awhile, and I was wondering if you'd y'know... wanna do me a favor? A life for a life, so to speak?"
The human called Rusty appeared to think for a moment before finally nodding slowly.
Randall blended in with his surroundings and virtually disappeared to the human's point of view.
"Hey, little purple guy, where'd you go?" asked Rusty.
"For the last time. My name. Is Randall." he hissed. Wher all humans this stupid?! At this rate, he would never get home!
"Oh, I get it, you're like a chameleon. Okay, I'll get us a ride out of here, then, shall I?" said the human.
Before Randall had time to wonder what the hell a chameleon was, the man stepped over the guardrail and stuck out his thumb.
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I think I will be juming back and forth.
