A/N: You. Guys. Are. AMAZING! These reviews make me dance around my room in happiness, I love you all!
Also, don't know how happy this will make you, but I've been playing with the idea of a sequel... Actually been playing with it since Chapter 3. You'll have to see how this one ends first but I do have a good part of the plot line figured out... I won't think too much on it now or this story will never get done. But I just wanted to know what you guys would think?
And for the first time in a few chapters, I have to say that you guys won't be disappointed! Well... towards the end, anyway. Things do really pick up but for such a short amount of time, and it's not even the real climax guys. We still have everything going on with Zack and Manny to take care of too! Can't wait to know what all of you amazing readers and reviewers think!
One more thing, had to mention this. I was watching an old movie on AMC the other night and saw a Direct TV(at least I think it was) commercial that was about a chicken and an egg fighting over who came first. Because seriously, who came first, the chicken? Or the egg? This isn't my point though. The voice actors from Monsters Inc were actually playing as the chicken and the egg. The guy who played Sully(John Goodman) was the chicken, and the actor that played Randall(Steve Buscemi) was the egg. Just had to share that with everyone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Monsters Inc, or a large brownie Sundae. But if I did own any of these things I'd be the happiest girl in the world. =) I do, however, own Jane and any other characters that were not in the original movie.
Jane stumbled backwards and caught herself by grabbing the door-frame on either side while Sonic pushed his way out the door past her. Randall snickered at her awkward position when she tried pulling herself up. The human rolled her eyes and snapped a hurried remark back. Randall didn't hear much of it, for she was already running towards the still running car.
When she had told him he could go home, Randall slowly straitened himself out and was practically dragged out the door. Even though she opened it, Sonic still beat her out the threshold, happy he was no longer confined by the empty house. The last he heard was the bird screaming out of annoyance(the cat was probably sitting on his cage) when the door was shut.
Randall stopped in front of the car like it was an alien space ship, staring at it like it was from a completely different world… because it was. Jane was half way in the car when she paused and looked at him, butt poised to take a seat. But when she noticed his hesitation to approach the silver Impala, her patience began to wear thin.
"Get in the damn car!" she scolded him. Randall glared back at her. He wasn't sure if he could trust this thing. Hell, looking at her car didn't help him find out much about how it runs at all! Not to mention, the seating was different. He was huge, humans were tiny… how would he fit?
So before Jane literally punched him square in the face, he took a deep breath and answered her, "No."
Jane faltered. For a second, she didn't look as mad as he'd expected, but then the anger soon returned, and she gave him an irritated snarl.
"Don't you want to go home?"
"I do," he nodded calmly in contrast with the hint of anger in her tone, "But I won't fit."
"Easy fix," she growled while walking around the car. Jane opened the passenger and adjusted the seat. She pushed the chair back further and leaned the back support back further as well. Once she was finished she stood back up and looked at Randall with a smug expression on her face. The monster returned that with a bitter look of his own, brushing past her and taking a forced seat in the car. Surprisingly, he fit pretty well, albeit the car was a little snug.
"Told ya," Jane muttered as she slid into her own seat and slammed the door shut. Randall rolled his eyes with a 'pfft' and took to looking out the window.
And five minutes later…
"So what's your family like?"
Randall turned to give Jane a 'Are you serious?' look until he realized that it was the lie he came up with a while ago to keep her off his trail. Well that backfired. Randall looked back out the window, searching for the right words to say.
"Uhm… A wife and two kids," he shrugged, "I have brothers and sisters and a mom, never really knew my dad," he shrugged again.
Every. Word. Was a lie.
Randall ignored the fact that the car was accelerating at a deadly speed and decided to pay better attention to his answer when Jane asked him another one.
"Well… what are your kids like?"
"One boy, one girl," he shrugged, starting to get the hang of it, "Ted and Tiffany; ten and twelve. Tiffany's a neat freak, Ted's sort of a trouble maker."
Jane gave Randall a side smile. His wife must be a beautiful woma- …monster, in order to raise such cute kids. Well… she guessed they were cute. But something still pulled at her stomach, a new feeling she hasn't felt in so long, she could hardly name it.
Randall's answer was enough to quiet her for the rest of the trip. Randall was glad for this, because he wouldn't have paid any attention to what Jane had to say next. By the time they reached town he was too busy looking around, almost seeing the human world for the first time and it was… exactly like his own. Some of his pride chipped along with his will to lie anymore once he saw the small town and recognized so many things that was also in his world as well, used for the same things.
By the time that Jane had reached Kate's neighborhood she felt like she needed to say something.
"So how are we doing this?" Randall asked, interrupted her train of through before it could even leave the station.
"Kate's daughter's closet is scheduled for a laugh tonight. I'll go in there to distract but you don't really need it. Just find her room and hide under the bed until she goes to sleep."
"Wouldn't she be in bed by now?" Randall asked, looking at all the houses.
"Nope, she doesn't go to bed real early for some reason," Jane shrugged, looking at the clock. It was ten-thirty. Ali was definitely still up.
"Look, Randall…" Jane started before he could get out of the car. She hadn't killed the engine just yet, "I…"
"Spit it out," Randall murmured, not intending to sound as annoyed as he had. Jane swallowed the lump in her throat, a little nervous on how to react. But if she didn't get this off her chest now… she's feel bad just up and leaving him without a goodbye.
"I just wanted to let you know that… this last month has been fun. Even though you're a major ass," she snickered, looking over at him and killing the engine, "You've probably become one of my closest friends."
"That's funny," Randall said, not bothering to hide the snicker in his own voice, "We weren't even that close half the time."
"I know," she laughed. Her giggles died after a short moment and she exited the car, waving for him to follow. Randall watched for a moment before following suit and exiting the car, being careful not to close the door too loud. Jane was halfway up the small sidewalk that led to the front door of Kate's house. He quickly caught up. Jane knew he was there, and decided to finish what she had been trying to tell him.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is… you're probably the best thing that ever happened to me. Ass hole and all," she said seriously, not even looking him in the face. Randall didn't really know what to say. The situation itself was just awkward to the max, and even though she was trying to be serious he just couldn't take it that way. Randall didn't think too much of it, he'd never have to really see her again after he was home, right? So… what was he so worried about?
Once they reached the front door Jane stopped. She had a hand raised and poised to knock one second, and the next he just had no clue what hit him. Jane smacked full body into him but not with as much force as she had earlier. Her arms were locked around his middle and face buried into the bottom of his right shoulder(the good one). And only one thought was processed correctly.
What?
He wasn't very sure what to do. Randall swallowed the lump in his throat and hesitantly… started to hug her back.
…Okay so he wasn't really hugging her. All four hands either grabbed her shoulders or her arms, but not in a way where he was trying to pry her off or hold her in place; just sort of holding her in general. He pulled back gently so he could get a better look at her. When she complied and pulled away, letting go of him despite the fact he still had a hold on her, and beamed up at him gratefully.
Jane wasn't crying. Nor was she going to cry. But she couldn't ignore the fact that she was going to feel so… empty the minute he was gone.
I'm going to miss you, she thought to herself, feeling like she tortured him too much to admit that. He probably already gets it, she should lay off.
But he was still gripping her arms while they were standing on Kate's front porch. Jane looked at his arms and felt her face grow warm, suddenly taking in the heat of the situation that turned into… something else. Randall cocked his head. He didn't know what he was going to do. At all. He just wanted this moment to end so he could save himself the embarrassment later.
And for some reason, he didn't know why, the distance between them started to close again. He wasn't doing this. Neither was she. What in the world is going on? Randall was internally panicking. How long had it been since he was in this kind of situation?
…way too long.
And she was a human! Randall stopped himself, forcing himself to pull away even if it was barely half an inch. Jane stopped too, obviously coming to the same conclusion at the same time he did.
And then the door knob started turning.
Jane's head whipped to the side when she turned to face Kate, just as Randall disappeared bit by bit. Kate didn't take notice.
"You're back," her friend smiled, then gave her an annoyed glare, "Now gimme my damn keys."
Jane handed her friend the car keys she stole… along with the lap top she grabbed on her way out. Randall's grip on her arms had slipped away just a few moments ago, there was no doubt he was inside.
"Do you think you can give me a ride home?"
Jane was sentenced to a twenty-minute wait while Kate called the babysitter, who conveniently lived just across the street. But by the time Ali was sleep and sound in her bed, she was pretty confident that Randall was doing as told. She had bumped into him once or twice on accident while he was frantically searching for the girl's room, but when she pointed him in the right direction he was gone.
Sometimes it felt like he was sort of still there though.
Kate sat next to her friend on the couch while the two watched Tangled, a movie that Ali was watching before sent off to bed. Kate, admittedly, wasn't as mad as she had led on to be once Jane returned with her car. She just didn't feel like she had the time for any excitement, which Jane understood.
It was right around the part where Rapunzel was… a bit beside herself when there was a knock at the door causing Jane to jump.
"It's just the babysitter," Kate snickered, pulling herself off the couch to answer it. Jane heard Kate apologizing to the tired teen who bounded in, blonde hair up in a messy bun and makeup smeared on her eyes. The girl waved it off with a smile and ushered the two out the door after Kate slipped her a fifty; the extra thirty dollars was another apology.
All the while Jane stood next to the passenger door of the car, staring at the window that belonged to Ali's room. Kate honked her horn, causing her to jump about five feet in the air, and told her to move it. Jane murmured a 'Goodbye' to the window before climbing into the car.
Kate felt bad as it was to have the sitter come over at such a late hour. Even worse when she realized that their little road trip to Jane's house to drop her off would take a bit longer. Moments after they had left the driveway Jane quietly requested that she pull over at a gas station to grab something.
Jane was pacing a few isles with some frustration. She had never really been a drinker, but the moment called for it. She was going to need something, and a twelve back of Budweiser would do the trick. Hey, she was twenty-one, it was legal. Hell, she might as well buy ice cream on her way out.
"Beer and Ice cream?" Kate asked with the raise of an eyebrow once she caught sight of Jane's merchandise, "I didn't think you drink beer."
"I don't," Jane replied, knowing very well she's going to despise it's bitter taste when she's drinking it, "But the occasion calls for it."
"And what might this occasion be?" Kate pondered, giving her friend a sideways glance. Jane didn't want to lie to her face, but she didn't have much else to say either. So she came up with the best excuse she could come up with, that was semi-true anyway.
"The day my parents left."
The rest of the ride home was silent. At least until they exchanged short goodbyes. Once Jane had the beer and small tub of ice cream tucked under the same arm, she waved at Kate with her free hand until the car disappeared before turning back to go inside.
Randall sat ready underneath a twin-sized bed, the closet right in view straight ahead from the foot-board. He didn't exactly look ready, laying partially on his side and as close to alert as Jane's truck was as close to starting… which wasn't very close at all. He was actually more or less nervous. What was it going to be like when he got back? First off, he'd find Fungus. Despite the fact the little red guy was annoying as all hell, he was still a loyal scare assistant and might be more than happy to help him.
Might be.
And if he wasn't so compliant like Randall was hoping, scaring him into working with him again might do the trick.
The reptilian monster caught sight of his own reflection for a brief moment in a toy mirror the girl had thrown under her bed. For a second he repeated the more recent thought in his head, now frowning at the doppelganger who frowned back. He didn't feel as… okay with scaring Fungus into working for him again. Randall definitely had it set in his plans that it would happen but for some reason now he was starting to grow a conscience about it.
What had this human done to him?
He snarled silently at the mirror and shoved it under a pile of clothes and costumes which was also cast aside under the bed. Randall promised himself that once he got back home it was like this had never happened. Now more focused and alert than he was a moment ago, Randall glared with a vengeance at the closet door like it may spring open at any minute.
And it didn't move.
Still, he stayed ready. Waited about ten more minutes for it to budge at all, and yet the closet wasn't opening.
Randall frowned and rested his chin on the floor amongst the pile of clothes; they made an alright pillow. Maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a little while to wait.
She felt like she was on top of the world… and nothing could stop her.
Jane stopped counting at three, but she was pretty sure she was half way through with her fourth, and was even more sure that she was starting to get tipsy on her second. Pretty weak for someone about Kate's stature, but Jane was smaller and didn't have her fair share of wine every now and then. In fact, Jane's only drank one beer in her life before now, and she was pretty sure that all she had was a sip.
So to get rid of her shitty mood and have something else to think about from now 'til tomorrow morning, why not drink by herself for herself?
She started out watching the scariest movie in her collection(Which wasn't very scary at all) and began to laugh at everything. The gore, the blood, the superficial girls hired to play their parts and the predictable, shitty quality of it all. And for some reason… it was amazing.
Jane, after a moment, got up from the couch feeling like her stomach wasn't too happy with her but not to the point of really throwing up yet. She was laughing at the clock on the wall, the bird's angry squawks, and the cat meowing for attention. But for some reason… she hasn't seen the dog yet.
Oh yeah… he was outside.
"S-O-N-I-C!" she called out his name as loud as she could, demanding the dog's attention. Jane leaned against the door frame for some support(mainly because she is lazy) and took another sip from her current can before realizing that Sonic wasn't coming. Jane made a pout-like expression, stomping out into the yard bare-footed to look for her dog.
"Where are you?" she called out, still yelling for her dog. It was dark, she could hardly see, and..
…she just tripped over something.
"Ow," she murmured, rubbing the back of her head and let out a sad 'aww' as she realized that the contents in her can had spilled due to the fall. Still, her mood didn't falter much… until she got a good look at what she tripped over.
Her breath hitched in her throat, unable to even let out a choked cry when she started to recognize the shape of what was laying in front of her.
Sonic was hardly breathing, bloody and battered laying in front of her. Jane immediately jumped to the dog's side, stroking his ears comfortingly while surveying his wounds. He was beaten pretty badly, breathing in short, fast, hollow breaths. He was completely unfocused, and didn't react to Jane when she called for his attention.
He wasn't responding. This wasn't good. She picked up the upper half of his body and tried to stand, only to fall back to the ground with a heave. He was heavy, and this wasn't going to be easy.
"What happened, buddy?" she asked, already starting to cry. She was so scared of what might happen, and her cell phone was inside. Even so, who would she get a hold of? Kate's asleep, and she never answers the phone when she's sleeping. There's literally n o one to call.
Not even the Ghost Busters.
With even a little more effort, Jane still hadn't managed to pick up the dead weight of her dog. What was she going to do? She let out a choked sob and sat there watching her dog die, unable to do anything. Unable to say anything.
This was most definitely the worst day of her entire life.
Oh, but it wasn't finished.
"Where's our gator?"
Randall was practically asleep when he heard something disturb him. For a moment, he dismissed it and rolled on his back, letting out a soft snore before cracking his eyes open and realized he was… still under a child's bed. Quickly he rolled back over just as the girl's butterfly lamp on her nightstand flicked on, and she laughed at the glasses her assigned monster was wearing.
"What? What's so funny?" he asked, cocking his head. Randall stared at its feet, knowing he knew them from somewhere.
"You have a mustache," she giggled, then busted out into laughter, "And a nose!"
"Oh… these? Must have grabbed the wrong ones," the monster frowned, feeling the middle nose. Randall crept in closer to get a better look, immediately blending in with his surroundings just as he was in sight.
…Fungus?
Randall had to stop himself from repeating his thoughts, almost gasping loud enough for the two to hear him. The closet was left ajar, though not by much. He'd have to wait 'til the little monster went back outside.
This was bad. Randall couldn't sit here and be quiet while Fungus recited the lamest material he had ever heard to this little girl. The monster was smarter than that, couldn't he have looked up something better?
Five minutes later and Randall thought he was going to kill himself. He sat patiently on the girl's wall, hovering just above the doorway of her closet. Fungus began moving back to the door, giving out one last punch line which the girl listened to carefully, trying to hold in giggles. He held the door open for a moment while giving out the final punch line and…
…he was through!
It was already dark as night outside but Jane swore this guy cast an eerie shadow on her. She swallowed hard and looked up at the man which she could hardly see, and recognized him instantly.
"He's home," she answered with a shaky voice, covering Sonic's body with her own in attempt to protect what was left of him, "What did you do to my dog?"
"The same thing that's about to happen to you," he growled, taking a step further. Jane didn't want to abandon Sonic but she had no choice… he probably got hurt protecting her and she wasn't going to throw herself in danger. Now the good feeling was gone and all that was left was a clumsy dizziness that made her sway slightly, but it didn't slow her down. Jane braced herself and made a fist, and in one awkward but swift moment, she had punched the man in the nose.
It wasn't her strength but surprise that had him on his back, and the new adrenaline coursing through her veins had Jane haul Sonic off the ground and sprint to the house.
She could not do this moments before, the only explanation had to be her fear. Jane made it through the front door and set him down in the foyer, kissing the top of his head before shutting the door and locking it. After that, she locked everything else that could be locked, knowing very well that it wouldn't stop them.
But she had to try, right?
Jane was more than burnt out by the time she reached the middle of her house, heaving for breath. She had never run so fast in her life, but she couldn't rest yet. Not. At. All. So she did the next step in her mind: get a self-defense weapon. And what was the first thing that came to mind? A bat.
Justin played base ball a lot as a kid and naturally grew up to be twice the size of Jane at the age of sixteen, so he had to get pretty big bats. Jane high tailed it up stairs to his old room, going through the old piles of junk in his closet and just praying that she'd find something. One way or another these guys were going to pay for what they did to her dog, but a shot gun was too drastic. She didn't want charges for murder… or assault, but if they broke in first then she had every right. So after she finds a stupid bat, she'd go and find her gun just to keep it close, not really intending to use it… yet.
She was just about to give up when she reached for the top shelf in the closet. Jane couldn't see but she could feel around. After a second she wrapped her fingers around what felt like a metal pole. When she pulled it down… eureka!
Al was the one who had gotten punched.
He didn't expect it, but it did sting… a little.
"Al!"
He could vaguely make out Rick's thin features in the dark. The man was breathless from running across the yard and bent over for a second to catch his breath. Al waited patiently, though in all honesty his patience began to wear thin.
"We've tried all the doors. She locked 'em. What do we do?"
"Cut her power, and set the damn thing on fire," he ordered. The little bitch wasn't getting away with that. Frank can do whatever he wants to her later. Until that point, they're going to smoke her out.
Jane didn't expect this. She brought a first-aid kit over to Sonic and, knowing very well she wasn't a vet and didn't know how to treat him, tried putting band-aids on what she could. He was cut up badly, and had probably been bleeding for a while. Still unfocused and panting hard, the dog let out a low whimper that was barely audible and died off. Jane swallowed some of her nervousness and took the towel she had grabbed just in case, and covered him with it like a blanket.
This was all she could think of.
And then the lights in her house went out.
"Damn it," she cursed, getting up and running to the living room to grab her phone… and another spoon full of ice cream.
Her battery was full… well, full enough, and she shoved it into her back pocket and hightailed it for the kitchen. She started searching frantically through the drawers for her largest kitchen knife for… why does she smell smoke?
A second later the smoke detector went off, sounding out a loud noise that made Jane recoil and hold her ears. She cursed out loud in attempt to be louder than it, but the bird was doing a better job at that than she was.
Within moments the fire outside grew to consume the entire garage. Jim stood outside with a whiskey bottle that had a rag stuck halfway in it. He looked at Rick for an okay; Rick nodded. He set the outside part of the rag on fire and waited a moment before throwing it at another part of the house, catching the front of it on fire.
Neither of them knew that Frank was already inside.
He did break the door knob that belonged to the back door, but he did it silently. After one final twist the door was open and he was in a hallway close to the kitchen. He could see the girl going through everything all of the drawers and cabinets she owned. When he figured she couldn't find what she was looking for, and let out a frustrated scream, he decided to make an appearance.
"Well what's the rush for?"
The girl froze and looked at him, grey eyes flashing with all kinds of emotions that she couldn't decide to settle on. Eventually, though probably not intentionally, she settled with fear.
Jane took a step back from the shadow that started to come close to her. Asking what they want was an obvious mistake that many girls in movies tend to make and she wasn't about to risk it. Her eyes darted to the archway that led to the stares, thinking that if she ran up there she'd be trapped. And she left the bet over by Sonic, getting out of here would be risky.
But she didn't have time to think about all of this, frozen in fear in front of a man whom she had never met in her life.
Frank on the other hand wasn't thinking about such things. He was fantasizing somewhat, standing across from her. If he had to wait a little longer he wouldn't be able to take the pressure. But he didn't say anything or make any moves… yet. Actually he surveyed what he could of her in the dark, making out a tight black tank top and a pare of Urban Camo pants, to him it was kind of cute.
That's it. Couldn't take it anymore.
Frank lunged himself at the girl who let out a surprised scream and struggled under his weight. He had her pressed into the counter, both hands trapped hers, and his mouth was venturing across her neck.
He was sick. He'd always been. But moments like these were worth it to him, even though she seemed pretty normal to someone he'd meet in a coffee shop. Her skin was so soft… compared to his own, anyway. He bit down on the base which caused her to yelp.
Jane was scared for her entire life. She was so shocked she couldn't move for a moment. Him biting her was like bringing her back to her senses… in a painful way. She struggled her lower half against him, eventually getting her heel to come up to his upper thigh, and kicked as hard as she could. The man yelped out in pain and immediately let go of her hands to catch himself. Jane darted for her gun, stumbling awkwardly in the dark to get to it. The man was right behind her, she could hear his heavy footsteps trailing after her.
When she reached what she thought was her shot gun she whipped around holding it, ready to shoot when she realized… she grabbed the bat.
The man stopped in front of her just as confused as she was, but that didn't last long. Jane quickly pulled the bat back and took a good swing at the side of his head, hoping t knock him out. It worked.
Frank was down and out when Jane realized that… her house was on fire. She stared at the flames coming down the hallway from the garage and let out a scream. What was she supposed to do now?
"Do we have a visual?"
"We're in a hall closet," a CDA agent said, poking his head out the door and began to shut it. Many other members screamed in protest when the door began to shut. Lot's of 'Don't!' and 'Don't close it!' yells sounded off, surprising the young recruit who left the door cracked open rather than closing it.
Everyone sighed with relief.
Sully's eyes scanned the room… less calmly than he was before. This caused Celia to slide away from the CEO's side… by practically twenty feet.
The hand cuffs were pulled apart effortlessly and he roared, attempting to gain Roz's attention.
"We have to go find Boo! That monster has her!"
Roz didn't flinch while Sully practically screamed in her face. If anything she slowly started to lose her patience.
"Mr. Sullivan, with all do respect," she started, wiping away what spit that had gotten on her face, "We will look for the child as soon as we have Mr. Boggs back in custody. As you can see, we are very close. So if you'll please calm down and wait just a little longer, it would be greatly appreciated."
Sully growled and was about to roar again when someone else gave out a loud scream that cut him off.
"We have a visual!" a monster cried, leaving the door slightly cracked open again, "Someone is approaching!"
The monster looked through the crack again at the warped figure due to the smoke. He could hear smoke alarms from within the house going off, and some monsters were a little worried about what smoke was leaking through the doorway.
"I think it's Randall Boggs," the same CDA agent said. Others came to his side, ready to grab the creature coming down the hall. It did sort of look at him… in a warped, foggy sort of way.
"Number One! Mr. Boggs is coming up the hallway!" another CDA member said. Roz nodded and they took it as a signal to capture.
When Jane was a kid, they told her to crawl on her hands and knees if she was ever in a house fire, so that she could breathe.
Jane forgot this fact, and ran straight upstairs for Snickers' cage. Right now her mission was to get what she could out of her house safely, and away from those idiots. Jane had called the emergency phone line a few moments ago, but due to the fact that she lived in the middle of nowhere, they were going to take a while.
Maybe longer than that.
She coughed loudly, feeling a little more run down than she was a second ago. That tipsy feeling that makes you so utterly happy hadn't exactly worn off yet, and she felt just a tad bit off balance. Other than that, any weakness she was having was due to the smoke.
Jane tried holding her breath and cupping her mouth and nose with her hands while she made her way up stairs. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore though. While walking down the hallway she stopped and stumbled into the wall, holding onto it for balance while she coughed.
After regaining some control of herself, Jane eventually started trudging once more. She got halfway down the hall to the room with the snake cage before she realized that she wasn't the only one in the hallway. This only dawned on her when she made it to the hall closet and felt her arms and legs being pulled in.
And she didn't do anything to stop it.
A/N: I'm getting really bad about these cliffhangers. Haha, sorry about that! So.. whew! Just so everyone knows, I've never drank before in my life and have no clue what it's like to be tipsy. All I had were a few opinions and looked up discussion boards about it. I would have made her entirely drunk but I don't think she would have lived it she was, so, a little tipsy and some dizziness had to do. Sorry if I offended any drinkers, I didn't mean to. I just don't know what I'm writing about and am making the best guess I can offer.
Next chapter will be entirely centered around the Monsters Inc world since that's where both of our beloved main characters reside. Which also means that Zack and Manny don't have anything planned well at all either. Also, she's in Monstropolis now... so where's Randall's family? She'll want to meet them... so where are they? ;) Haha, this can't end well. Well.. it will, but... oh nevermind.
Review replies are down here as always. ^-^
DarkraixCresselia: Awkward is good. it's funny and it tortures them. x3 I'm so mean... And thanks, I figured it'd be a nice touch to have him talk in his sleep. And sorry about the bad word filter, there was probably a lot of those in this chapter. My bad. . At least they add a nice touch... kinda.. right? That has happened to me before though(sadly) and looking back now it was actually one of the funniest moments of my life. I did notice that right after I wrote it and was like 'aww'! Because no matter what story he's in, Randall's going to get crashed into. It's cute and funny but the poor guy is probably going to have a heart attack. xD I like it when Lucy does it in APM though, it's just adorable.
Lonelyfairy: Haha, xD You turned out great, don't worry, lol. And I like that song, I'm listening to it now while I'm typing these reviews. I know it's one of his older ones but I think Lose Yourself sort of goes with it too... in a dark mood sort of way. Especially during the parts with the bad guys stepping in. Jane's a bad liar too, which is probably whys he denied it. And those hand cuffs won't hold, they break easy. Well... for people like Sully anyway. The CDA only wants everyone to stay safe but I sort of agree, even I'm looking at my own writing and am like "Sheesh guys..." xD And Kate's just a worried mom. I'm sure she'll grow out of it. =3
darkreflection: I do love the idea of Frank attempting to rap Jane a lot. Even though it was for like, two paragraphs, I had to put it in there now that you mentioned it. Sorry Randall didn't save her though. He was so far away at the time. He'll find out what he missed on eventually though, at least Jane could sort of fight for herself... sort of... . Thank you so much for your suggestion though, really helped me plan out some of the chapter. =D
Mambo-Like-Dis: Aww thank you! =) I'm glad you understand the mental turmoil. I hate both that and writers block, they always get in the way. =( How was this for ASAP though? Hardly a week after the update, actually this chapter took me two days to write but I took a little while to start on it. . Hope you liked it! Even though everything was sort of fast moving in this one as well...
BearsRUs: Yeah, they grabbed the wrong person. Sadly this chapter wasn't as epic for that to be the last thing that Randall sees. As much as I'd love for Fungus and Xavier to switch sides, I'm not real sure if they will. Because Mike never turns in his paper work. Kylie and Ryan are sadly in a mental institution because they think they've gone crazy(At least I think that's where they are...). And lets see... One *lick* two *lick* Three! *Chomp!* ... The world may never know.
ClosetWerewolf808: I almost named this one the Chapter of Death but I don't want to scare anyone into thinking that someone died. Though this isn't the real climax of the story, more or less the climax of the chapter. The real chapter of death has yet to come. ;)
YouSpinMeRightRound: Aww, thank you! That's sort of funny considering I'm actually a straight C student... . Ahhhh anywayyy... I did write out them waking up at the same time, and then Randall waking up first, but the scene with Jane waking up first sort of... fit better than the other two. Yeah, her mom is sort of like that, which is exactly how my mom is at times with my little brother. Celia's sort of tricky to write. I mean I know she gets jealous over Mike a lot but there are scenes where she does care about the people around her nonetheless, so half the time I'm wondering if she'd be mad at Mike or gushing over him for being so 'thoughtful'. I'm glad you liked it though =) And Roz is so fun to write when she's being mean to mike. xD I can see her being this way to him simply because he never turned in his paperwork. And I'm trying my best to build up to that point... I mean they're both stubborn and it's going to be one heck of an awkward moment but I promise that in time there will be stuff like that that happens.
TheShiz: I agree, I would be pretty offended too. Good think Jane is a little more tolerant of that kind of stuff. And yeah, even I looked at it over again and realized the CDA was going a bit overboard. But they just tried to keep everyone safe and well... Sully would break them easily. Zack... ah, is probably smart and yet not that smart all at once. But I'm pretty sure he was prepared for the CDA to get involved, which is where Manny sort of comes in handy. He can hold them off for a bit, at least.
Thankyou again guys for the awesome reviews!