Yo! Chesire here! I'll be writing half of this story from here on out! Black's being a mush because of school...WHY DID EVERYONE THINK THAT JOHNNY RAPED RANDALL!? DUDE!


They've been there for like, what? Thirty minutes? Forty? Well they wouldn't know. It felt like hours to them. Every twist and turn they went there was either a dead end or a trap; it was rare for them to find a new way.

Sulley panted. He wasn't as athletic as he was before. Mike looked around, trying to find another hall that would probably lead to their freedom.

Left, left, right, left, straight then right again. Dead end.

Right, left, straight, left again. A bear trap almost chopped his foot off.

Left and then straight. Mirror. Another dead end.

"We're trapped!" Sulley said, stating the obvious.

"You don't say, Captain Obvious!" Mike yelled as they turned to a new corner.

"Tick tock gentlemen. If you don't finish this maze on time, well…let's just say we'll have a new trophy hung over the fireplace shall we?" There was a tone of cockiness in his voice.

"There was a time limit!? No one said anything about a time limit!" Mike quickened his pace.

Left, left, right, left and right again. An angry two headed gator.

Where did he get that!? Mike squeaked as it opened its jaw.


Waternoose chuckled. His pets were going all the wrong direction. He purposely put traps on all the halls that lead to their freedom. He almost lost his cool when they reached the mirror. The other side of it led straight to the mansion Johnny had lent to him as part of the deal.

They were so close too…


Randall could say that life was unfair. But he couldn't. Why? Because the gag in mouth wouldn't budge! Today had been a new level of awkward for him. First, he woke up in Johnny's room, then he tried to escape but got pinned to the bed, and third, (Oh dear Lord why!?) Jack found them in a position no kid should ever see. He wished that the very ground swallowed him, but that didn't happen. That never happens. Sure he could turn invisible but the gag and blanket, which was wrapped around him tightly, would give him away. Worth a try anyway…

The door creaked. He didn't dare move.

"I know you're still there, Boggs…" A suave voice said. Darn, he was smarter than he thought. He went back to his normal color.

"Don't worry, the kid's in the kitchen, eating…Do you ever feed him?"

Of course Jack would stuff himself with whatever edible thing he can get. Randall rolled his eyes and shook his head. One day that gluttony of his will end him…He thought. And yes, he and Mama feed him, about fives times a day…

"As far as I know, you're still thinking about tricking me into thinking that the kid's toxic…" Randall's head lifted a little. He wasn't even thinking about doing that, but he was curious though. How did the other not fear the child? He knows that most of the monster population still thinks that human children were still dangerous.

"I've done my research, Boggs. Their harmless as a tarantula bite…" Johnny stated, advancing toward the now harmless lizard.

"Now, I'm going to take that," he pointed to the gag, "Off, only if you swear not to bite me…"

Randall thought for a moment, and then he nodded. As if he even had a choice.

Johnny was gentle, he worked quickly, letting the reptile open and close his mouth. The cloth made his jaw hurt.

"Now, isn't that better?" Johnny said teasingly, chuckling.

"Whatever…" The younger sneered.

After a few more pleasant unpleasantries were exchanged, questions were asked and within the next twenty minutes Randall forgot about the capture, the restraining and about the Jack situation and began to get comfortable, talking like old friends that never were.

Johnny smiled at the sudden change in the lizard's behavior, but he had a feeling that the reptile didn't trust him yet. I mean, who would? It won't take an hour to get Stockholm Syndrome now does it?


Cinder took over for the mean while. She was using her own body, most people couldn't remember her now anyway. At first she contemplated using "Mama's" body but she (Mama) had a case with the CDA and made it to the top twenty most wanted, so that was a no.

Eve was sleeping peacefully at the back of her mind. She was pretty upset earlier, but Cinder, being the little b*tch she was, couldn't care less. Sure a little bit of guilt was creeping up her skin but that was it.

She'll make up to her. She promises as soon as she finds her baby boys. They lost track of the van two days ago, so she headed back, towards the way she came, Monsters Inc.

No, she wasn't giving up; she was going to check Sullivan's record. She knew the moment Eve bumped into him, he just had to be Bill's son. At first she didn't see it that way, but there was something that made a resemblance. The younger had his father's horns, lazy look and both were heavily built but other than that, they looked different from one another. Yeah, she knew that many monsters were like that but she had the feeling again. And it hasn't failed her yet.

When she entered the factory, it felt like the very first time in a long time. She remembered her first day here as an intern, within days she became an assistant then days after that she became a scarer.

"Excuse me, may I help you?"

Cinder looked at the speaker. She had pink skin, one eye, and snakes for hair, a kind looking face.

Cinder hesitated for a minute. "Um…yes. I'm looking for a monster named Sullivan."

"Oh, you mean Sulley?" the woman asked. "He hasn't gone to work since a few days ago…May I ask why?"

"Just…some business…"

"I could tell him that you came…Name?"

"Thanks but that won't be necessary…I'm Cinder by the way…" The she left.


Celia watched as Cinder walked away. The woman had white, short hair with a small black snake protruding on the side, ebony black skin, neon green eyes with slits; she had a tail like Sulley but with the same neon green spikes and ebony coloring, wearing a lilac dress that reached below her thigh. Her hands had sharp black fingernails. Not regular sharp nails, really sharp nails. Like skewer sharp. Other than that she seemed normal.

She saw a policeman walk toward her.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you Celia Mae?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"We hear you're trying to report a missing person."

She nodded. It's been like what? Forty-eight hours now, right? Might as well call the police…


Remembered when Black told you that she needed Celia to be a frien instead of a girlfriend? Yeah...this is it!