I SAW IT.

AGAIN.

Monsters University for the third time. I crei err teim ;-;...

Anyhoo, I have a SPEECH i could say about this chapter. Its LONG (if you didn't notice). I was literally conspiring to turn it into two chapters but didn't feel like uploading TWO files on my super slow computer sooo XD

another thing is that this chapter is kind of psychotic in a few places, and if you say the rest of my story isnt angsty, I'm pretty sure this at least touches the edges of that category XD But believe me when I say one thing, this is the first BIG STEP in RELATIONSHIP! *parties break out*

I took more liberties in this chapter than I have in others, but sometimes it is HARD to figure out how exactly everything worked in the movies XD i mean my GAD!

I dont think i remembered to mention this before (luckily nobody asked :P) but the national scare record in this is a smaller thing than the all time record that they refer to in the movie. wasnt sure if that was self-explanatory or not, but there ya got it!

There is a chance I may come back to this chappy and edit a few things, probably descriptions of events that got sloppy or something, because its a pretty important chapter. If you guys read anything that doesnt make sense or just sounds stupid, tell me because ill FIX IT! I am easily distracted, and its a very bad problem :

Geez I have a lot to say about this, I'll just rant more at the end XD meet you at the bottom :D


Chapter Twelve


For three days now, Randall had been eating his lunch right next to Sulley.

At first, it had been uncomfortable for him; mainly because he had been totally accustomed to sitting alone and wasn't sure exactly how to go about engaging in group conversation. Though, it might also have had something to do with the fact that every time he spoke, he'd get strange looks from some of the other scarer's. It was Sullivan who helped him open up a bit in the end, trying to include him and be supportive of everything he had to say.

"Nobody really wants me there..." The purple monster had muttered bitterly to the blue after the first time. Sulley sighed and shook his head.

"It'll get better," he assured gently, trying to hide his disappointment that Randall hadn't felt welcome. He was about to continue comforting him, but was interrupted roughly.

"They'll come to respect me soon enough," the purple lizard hissed mostly to himself under his breath, "as soon as I break the national scare record, they'll realize I'm no joke."

Sullivan blinked, frowning. He wasn't offended by the comment— it wasn't in his nature— nor was he particularly intimidated, but it surprised him that Randall was so confident. For at least five months, the blue monster had been in the lead of scare scores. Sometimes it seemed like the purple monster would break ahead, but at the end of each day it was always Sulley's face up at the top of the board.

The blue scarer stood silently for a moment as he tried to think of a neutral way that he could reply to such a statement, but ended up just meekly shaking his head. "Nobody thinks you're a joke..."

Randall's eyes flitted over to Sullivan, scrutinizing him with them narrowed. After a few seconds, he bared his teeth and growled.

"You don't think I'll do it, do you?" His fronds flared up and he pointed a finger at him in accusation, "you think I have no shot!"

The hostile tone he had adapted so quickly caused the blue monster to flinch back, but he was swift to reply.

"No! I think you're an amazing scarer, Randall. You have just as big a chance to break it first as I do..." The purple lizard remained rigid for a few seconds, eyes carefully studying the other, before he relaxed his muscles and nodded a bit. Although, he definitely still seemed to be boiling hotly below the surface.

It was shocking to see how furiously Randall had reacted, how harsh he had gotten in such a short couple of seconds. Passion and impetuous determination had been replete through his veins, and the very aura about him sparked up in a blazing inferno.

Strategically and intelligently, after this point Sullivan decided it would be best not to bring up the scare record again. He made only casual conversation, and tried to keep the other monster's spirits light.

But it was very obvious that the thought never quite left his mind.


"...and between the two of them, I filled four scream cans in one go!"

A few mutters of amazement rippled through the group, and Randall grinned proudly. It was lunchtime on the third day since the purple monster had joined the table, and he felt like he was finally getting the hang of "fitting in"...

"Okay now that's impossible, Boggs!"

Aside from one little green problem.

"Maybe for you, Wazowski." Randall growled back, attention shifting irritably to Mike, who was sitting across the table from him.

"I'm just sayin', Sulley's scared tons a' twins, an' that 'resonance' stuff is just a bunch a' crap!"

"You're accusations are pointless, because real monsters have no use in making up stupid stories."

"I'm a hundred times more of a real monster than you, lizard boy..."

Electricity passed between the glares of the two monsters and Sullivan groaned inwardly. This was not the first time that his best friend and rival had gotten into a spat since he'd first come to sit with them, and he doubted it'd be the last. He had spoken to Mike every day after work about being nicer, but of course 'Randall always starts it'. It seemed like the clash of their egos put so close together was too much for either of them to handle, though the blue monster knew that there was another contributing factor in the mess as well. But regardless, it was ridiculous how childish they were acting.

Sullivan prepared to cut in, but stopped when he heard the next thing that came from the purple lizards mouth.

"You should stop talking so big, it'll come back to bite you as soon as I break the national scare record!" Randall spat with a ferocious smirk, but Mike only laughed.

"You?! There's no way you'll beat Sul, he's the best scarer in the whole company!"

A couple monsters at the table looked slightly offended, but they knew it was true so they said nothing. Sullivan, on the other hand, felt a chill run down his spine. There was an air about Randall, one that he now felt certain nobody else had noticed. It felt dangerous, raw, and maybe even desperate. And it came out every time there was mention of the record.

The purple monster radiated furious pride in thick waves, eyes narrowed to slits and fists clenched on the table top. Mike glared arrows at the other, though it was apparent that he was nowhere near as riled. He also seemed to be clueless that Randall was so close to snapping.

Sullivan stood up and put a hand carefully on Randall's shoulder. The purple monster shook it off and turned to stalk away.

"Geez." George Sanderson stated, speaking for the group. Sulley only watched miserably as the purple monster turned out of the cafeteria and disappeared from sight.

Conversation slowly picked back up after a few minutes between the remaining monsters, but Sullivan didn't join in. A horrible foreboding feeling had snaked into his stomach and it refused to be brushed off. Mike, who also hadn't been speaking, looked apologetically at his friend.

"I'm sorry, pal..." He sighed, gaze lowered in legitimate regret, "I've been tryin', but his bragging drives me insane!"

Inwardly Sullivan doubted that his friend had tried that hard, but he had never expected the infamous Mike Wazowski to be able to keep his opinions to himself. He chuckled a bit at the thought and the green monster smiled mildly.

"It's fine, Mikey. I just feel like a bad friend..." He shrugged, "nothing I do ever seems to make any difference, he's still hurting and hiding things."

The smaller monster's jaw practically dropped in shock, "you...you're kidding me right?" Sullivan blinked in confusion, not sure exactly what Mike meant, "the creep looks like he's gotten life-improvement therapy or somethin'! He looks healthier, happier, and he always has that smile on his face when you're around. I dunno exactly what you've been doin', but if you think it's not helpin' you need to get yer head examined!"

Sulley's eyes were the size of quarters by the time Mike had finished speaking. He bit his lip and looked down at the table, thinking over the words. Maybe... Randall really was doing better...

"Whoa! We better head back to the floor," Claws announced from a few seats down, bringing Sulley back to reality. Sure enough, the clock read 12:26— four minutes to get back.

Moving quickly, Sullivan and Mike threw away their trash and skidded out the door. The last thing they needed this far in the game was to be late back to work.


Randall took a couple of his pills and downed them with a cup of coffee. A few monsters were beginning to come back and get ready now, but no sign of Sullivan and that cretin, Wazowski yet.

Not that it mattered.

The purple monster was sitting on a bench in the hall outside the scare floor, silently fuming over what had just happened. The green idiot had purposefully humiliated him just when he was beginning to feel comfortable. And Sullivan... Had let it happen.

For some reason this fact hurt above all else, though Randall was well aware that it was only natural for him not to want to defend him when title of 'best scarer' was being discussed. Inwardly, the purple lizard felt slight regret for slandering his rival right in front of him, but he really had needed to. He had to feel like he was going to win, otherwise there was no way he would. He wanted it so bad that he'd found himself in a trance multiple times since Waternoose had announced it would be broken soon, just thinking about how he would manage to do it.

He'd have to scare double— no, triple time, to catch up with Sullivan's record... And then to pass it.

The small form of a red monster pushing it's way through the now-accumulating crowd came into view, and Randall sighed.

"Sir!" Fungus cried, dashing over with a thin manila folder. Slightly more curious than he usually was when it involved his assistant, the purple lizard walked up to meet him. He looked out of breath, as if he had been running.

"What's that?" Randall asked bluntly after the red monster's pulse had slowed. He looked up, smiling in serious excitement.

"T-take a look yourself..." Fungus handed his partner the folder quickly, standing next to him and watching his expressions. The first thing that stood out to the purple monster on the cover was the stamped word 'confidential'. His eyes widened in surprise and he glanced over at his assistant, who was smiling with his lips zipped.

Slowly and hesitantly, Randall began to flip open the folder and look inside. It contained a white piece of paper with small print covering it. Confused, the purple monster scanned it with squinted eyes. For a few moments, he struggled to realize what all the numbers meant, but all at once it hit him.

They were scare records.

"Oh my..." Randall muttered, eyes widening. He quickly scanned to find the one that he most needed to see at that moment: the national record for the west coast. They appeared to be arranged from lowest to highest, so he started looking near the bottom. Four lines up he saw it.

94,731.

He was only about a hundred away.

The purple lizard's gaze snapped over to Fungus urgently, suddenly very curious about how the smaller monster had gotten his hands on the folder.

"How did...?" He breathed, suspicion unable to be kept from his tone. A very proud smile stretched across his face, but it contained some despicable tints that looked almost Randall-like.

"I sn-snatched it off Mr. Waternoose's desk w-when he wasn't there!"

In that instant, the scarer felt himself being torn painfully between intense gratitude and utter horror. Though when he considered the fact that a dark, mischievous act had been carried out by Fungus, it made him decide that horror would probably be a smarter first option.

"Y— why!?" He cried, pupils narrowing in shock. The red monster seemed unfazed by the terror in his partners eyes, because he went on in the exact same tone.

"Don't worry. I was extremely cautious," he reassured, grinning enormously, "he's at meetings all day today. The only reason I was in his office was because I needed the information sheet he gave me on specifics about the machine..." His voice was a whisper, but for some reason Randall still felt like they were shouting. He was growing progressively more uptight since the subject of the conversation had turned to such secretive matters, and wasn't keen on being overheard.

"Thanks..." He murmured, hoping the smaller monster would take the list back before they were caught with it. To his relief, Fungus did precisely that.

"I'll t-take this back and b-be at the s-station before y-you walk out," he assured, running back the direction he came on those odd legs of his.

"Five minutes, people! Make sure you're ready!" The floor manager called into the area the scarer's stood in.

Despite the fact that he had just taken his medicine, Randall's heart pounded. The number on the sheet had burned in his mind, and he knew he had to reach it. Had to reach it first. The monsters around him seemed to fade out of existence, and only thoughts of the moment when he would break the record held weight. Only the image of him being the recipient of respect for once. For the first time ever.

The only thing that fazed his concentration was a shimmer of blue fur, but Randall knew that he couldn't let that distant him now. He couldn't even think about his rival. Not about how he was constantly outdone by him, not about how easy he had it, not about how kind he'd been...

Not about how he would take it if he lost...

The audibly throbbing muscle in the lizards chest skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth hard. In front of him, there was movement. Monsters were now beginning to walk onto the scare floor.

Randall followed, moving in slow motion like the world around him. Assistants stood by and grinned at their partners, ready for another perfectly normal shift of scaring. Not even Wazowski, who the purple lizard felt a flash of rage at while observing, seemed worked up at all. He didn't know the exact figure of the record— nobody did but him.

And Fungus.

The red monster chewed nervously on his lip as Randall walked up to him, though it didn't seem unusual considering his typical jittery nature.

The countdown began, the lights dimmed, Randall's already racing pulse increased, the doors were activated, and finally he was barging through. No more time to hesitate, this was it.


Cold blood rushed past his eardrums, filling his hearing with only a loud ringing sound. Images were crystal clear, hyper-focused through the narrow slits of his eyes. The numbers that constantly heightened on the scare board overlaid his vision, causing the voracity he was already feeling to augment rapidly.

Glimpses of Fungus calling him new doors, children screaming their lungs out, and monsters moving to his left and right were nothing more than backdrops to the story unfolding, and the only thing that mattered to him was the picture on the huge board overhead.

Randall Boggs, with a score of 94,679.

Sullivan's score was only twelve points above him, and he was gaining on him very fast. One more scare would put him in the lead, and two more would give him the record.

The only thing that registered were mouths, wide and terrified. Thin, pink lips stretched back and tiny, uneven white teeth shone fully past them as powerful screams escaped their young lungs. Randall couldn't hear it, but he knew that this was it.

One more scare, and he would win.

Colors flashed by and the final door descended. Unlike the hundred other he had already scared that day, he actually noticed this one. White. Four-paneled. Purple flowers. Something dark resonated from it, something repellent. Time slowed from the frame-by-frame speed Randall had been experiencing, and now everything was making an impression on him.

He grabbed the doorknob languidly and turned it slowly. He stepped in, keeping his presence undetectable, and slithered along the floor as if he were trying to crawl through wet cement.

His heartbeat was slow now, slow and deliberate with every pulse. Little girl, about two years old, black hair, pigtails. She was asleep, but wouldn't be for long. Randall tugged on her blanket shortly, just enough to wake her up and make her wary.

His many feet were silent across the wooden floor, and he crawled underneath the bed. This was it. The final scare. The one that would—

Never before had Randall been surprised by a child. He was always very cautious and kept his mind in the game one hundred percent of the time, focused on everything around him. Of course he had seen many of his fellow scarer's report failures in such ways, but the purple monster had only ever scoffed at their weakness.

And yet, in one single, solitary second, Randall found himself right in the midst of the group of what he himself considered weaklings.

The child's head popped below the bed, no fear registering in her face at the sight of the monster. Her large brown eyes glowed excitedly, and she exclaimed some gibberish.

Randall's eyes slitted instantaneously, and he shot backwards full speed. The girl sat up into her bed and watched, seeming happily curious about what kind of strange creature was in her room.

The purple lizard growled, fighting against all instincts to flee. He needed this scare. Needed this girl to scream.

"Rawr!" Was the only reply he got, and then he was falling.

Randall tripped backwards, a tunnel forming around his vision as he groped for the door.

This wasn't right. This was all wrong. Something was wrong.

Coldness encased his chest, causing his breathing to become strained.

Vaguely, he heard the sounds of Fungus calling out to him. The voice was shrill, and it didn't take long for it to cut in entirely and force him to take notice.

"Sir, sir, what happened?! Are you alright?!" He demanded horsely, three eyes stretched wide in concern. Randall had no idea what expression his face portrayed, and he didn't care. He knew what he was about to hear. He heard the words clearly before they were even spoken.

And then, they erupted into the real world.

"James Sullivan has just broken the National Scare Record!"

James Sullivan has just broken the National Scare Record!

James FUCKING Sullivan has just broken the FUCKING National Scare Record!

"Randall!"

And there it was. He knew it would be the very next disgusting sound to pollute the air. His own fucking name. Coming from the prestigious mouth of the new record holder.

"Randall..."

It was the last thing he wanted to hear, and yet it was repeated. Repeated in that same sticky, nauseating tone of false regret.

"Congratulations!" He cried hysterically, "another wonderful addition to your wall of accomplishments!"

"Randall, I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"You have nothing to apologize for. Ever. Just keep your damned mouth closed for once!"

The crowd that had surrounded Sullivan to cheer for his achievement now only stood and stared, seeming very torn between irritation and fear.

Randall turned to leave, needing to get out of there. He gave one final glare to Fungus before he departed, spitting the words in a sharp voice that was only loud enough for the red monster to hear.

"Keep the card to this door. I've picked our child."

He didn't even stay long enough to listen to what his assistant would say, because in three seconds Randall was out the door. And he couldn't have given less of a fuck if he had tried.


Not a single raindrop fell from the bright, shining sky, and only the fluffiest of white clouds were scooting across it. If ever it could truly appear that the sun had a smiling face, it would have been at that moment. Birds sang ecstatically, chirps melodically floating through the air and filling it with sugar.

But in Randall's mind, the world was storming and cold. He walked home, neck bent rigidly and eyes hard on the ground. Not a single monster that passed by made any impact on him, not a single gleeful child caught his attention.

His apartment was finally close, but it came as no relief. In fact, anxious dread was tightening Randall's throat at the very prospect. He hoped, hoped more that anything, that he would make it. If he didn't, he knew exactly what would happen.

The apartment building came into view, and it seemed empty. A slight touch of relief glimmered in his chest, but he had to keep his guard up. He wasn't home yet.

The staircase made him feel very vulnerable, as he had no idea what would be waiting for him around each curve. It was a stressful ascent, but when he finally reached the top, he felt significantly safer. The hall was long, but he was able to scurry down it at a very quick pace. Doors flew by on his left, and the streets below were visible off the edge of the banister on the right.

Randall had been living in his apartment for so long that he no longer needed to watch the numbers on the doors as he went by— he knew it by heart.

Finally he reached it, and every ounce of apprehension that he had coming up flushed out at once. The key went smoothly into the hole, and the lock clicked when it opened. Randall's hand went to turn the doorknob—

"So that's his place!"

The voice was distant, but it made the purple lizard freeze instantly.

"Come on, we found Boggs!"

His eyes turned and he saw exactly what he had been dreading during his long walk home. Three large monsters that he knew all-too-well were coming out of a door at the very end of the hall, and had begun making their way over to him.

The purple lizard forced himself to move, shoving the door open and darting inside as quickly as he could.

"Hey wait—"

The door was locked before the group even reached it. Randall bit his lip hard in fear as the doorknob rattled in an attempt to open it.

"Very cute, Boggs," the smooth voice chuckled from the other side, "why don't you just open up so we can talk a little."

"Just a few words between chums," another voice added in a similarly charming voice.

"Why'd you go and make us lose the bet!?" A third, brutal character demanded. The sound of flesh being smacked was audible through the door, and Randall shuddered.

A few seconds of silence ended with a sigh, and the leader of the group spoke again, "we heard about what happened today, Boggs."

"We lost a lot of money on you," the other growled threateningly.

"You know things like that are unacceptable— we had a deal. You going to explain yourself?" There was a pause, as if Randall was supposed to answer. However as the case was, he wasn't even able to move. The window of opportunity passed and another sigh was heard. "Fine. Be that way. But know that this is going to be settled sooner or later." The sound of slight shuffling came from the other side of the door, and Randall chewed on his lip. "Lets go..." The leader beckoned to his assistants, and their footsteps stomped loudly down the hall. And as their voices faded, Randall slid down to the floor as utter defeat took over his body.


"He was only moping! He'll get over it! Why can't you just celebrate!?"

Mike didn't make the slightest effort to cloak his excitement as he strolled home from work next to his best friend. His eye was huge and bright, his smile was wide and never left his face, and his voice chirped like a bird. It seemed like he, even more than Sulley, had relished in the attention they had received after breaking the scare record. And even now he refused to shut up about it.

Sullivan walked slowly, eyes distant and mouth locked in a frown. He only heard a few words that his friend said, but they didn't matter to him anyway.

"Give 'em a night to rest. He'll be back to the "crabby-but-lovable" Boggs first thing tomorrow, I betcha anything."

The blue monster sighed softly, finally turning to look at his friend, "I really think... There was something else to it, Mikey. Something besides just disappointment."

"The guy's a drama queen!" He groaned, voice caked in humor, "he's probably sitting at home watchin' tv and pouting right now!" Sulley twitched a tiny smile at the image, and Mike patted him on the back, unlocking their front door as they came to their home.

Sullivan entered behind his friend and went to go sit in his chair and relax for a few minutes. It hadn't been a huge mystery as to why he had fallen asleep on that chair the night Randall came. Truthfully, it was a pretty common occurrence for the blue monster. The seat was incredibly comfortable and reclined back almost to a perfect 180°. On particularly stressful days (this day being high above his usual standard of "stressful") he would literally spend the whole night in it, watching movies with Mike while he sat in his own favorite chair.

"Hey, turn on the tv, I bet they have a news report about yer record on tonight!" The green monster called from his bedroom. Sulley found the remote stuck down between the cracks of his seat and fished it out, obliging to his friend's request.

Sure enough, it only took a few minutes for the anchormonster to mention it.

"...and at eight, a story about James P. Sullivan, a scarer in our own area who today broke the National Scare Record!"

Mike flew into the room just as the words were spoken, slippers now adorned on his feet, and he cheered loudly.

"Ah man, this is great! People are finally gonna start realizin' what we can do!"

Sullivan flashed a meek smile, "calm down Mike. This is just National. Nothing huge is gonna happen unless we break the All Time."

A gleam shone bright in the single eye of the green monster at mention of the record, and Sulley sighed. It had been Mike's life-long dream since he was a little kid, and the blue monster knew it meant everything to him.

"I know, but this is the first step in that direction. Before ya know it, we'll be famous! 'First Monsters To Break All Time Scare Record Without A College Degree'! Think about it, Sul.."

"Does sound nice," he agreed with a grin. And then, he realized that this was what made it worth it, seeing his best friend so happy.

The two monsters watched the news for a bit, waiting for their story to come on. Nothing else held their attention, so Sullivan decided to go to the kitchen and heat up some leftovers for Mike and him.

Just as the blue monster opened the fridge door to assess the choices, the phone began to ring. It was located directly next to the refrigerator, and the loud sound caused Sulley to jump. Caller ID was unfamiliar, but he decided to answer it anyway.

"Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end, and the blue monster prepared to hang up.

"...Sullivan?" His name was croaked out quietly from the mouth of whoever was calling, and the blue monster didn't recognize the voice at all.

"Yes?" He asked hesitantly, a little creeped out.

There was another silence, but then the choked whisper spoke again, breathy and shakily, "I-I'm sorry about today..." It murmured, "can you... Maybe...come over for a few minutes? I really need...someone to...talk...to..."

Realization hit him like lightning.

"Randall!? Are you alright?" He cried, worry clenching his stomach.

"I'm fine... Can you come?"

The calmness with which he spoke sent chills down Sulley's spine, but he didn't hesitate in answering.

"I'll be there as fast as I can."

He hung up the phone and darted into the living room. Mike's eye was on him gravely, and he realized the green monster had heard every word.

"Wanna take my car...?" He offered quietly.

Sullivan was surprised, but he considered the offer, "I can walk. Don't want to put her in too much danger, do you?"

Mike's expression was unfazed, "be careful, buddy... I really do worry about you sometimes." Sulley's chest clenched, but he nodded.

"Tape the news report for me, I'll watch it later... Bye," he waved to his friend and rushed down and out of his apartment, hurrying to get to Randall's as quickly as he could.


"Randall?" Sullivan knocked loudly yet again.

He had thought he'd been worried on the walk over. Now he was in full out panic mode.

Nobody was coming to answer, and he had knocked a good ten times. The blue monster was fully prepared to break the door down when it finally swung open. An old man with thick glasses and a cane glared out in furious annoyance and shouted into Sulley's face.

"Boggs lives three doors down, ya' loud-mouthed kid!" He cried in a raspy voice. The blue monster's face heated up and he opened his mouth to apologize just as the door slammed in his face.

Head bowed in shame, Sullivan crept down three to the right and knocked again. As if he had been waiting, Randall opened the door instantly. The blue monster blinked in surprise, unable to keep from noticing the bloodshot eyes right away.

"What..." He muttered, and was quickly pulled inside with the door shut and locked behind him.

Randall leaned against the wall opposite Sulley, looking at him silently. His essence was small and pitiful, body quivering relentlessly. The glassy eyes that studied him caused the blue monster's chest to clench up in worry. He seemed fully broken right now, and weaker in spirit than he had ever seen him.

"Thank you for coming," he whispered in a strained voice after a few seconds.

"It's n problem..." the blue monster replied, heart aching.

There was a very long pause of absolute silence, and then without the slightest bit of warning, Randall threw himself straight into Sullivan's chest. The blue monster's eyes widened and his lips parted in silent questioning.

The purple form pressed up against him had buried it's face in his chest, hands knotted in his fur and clinging hard. He was shaking, entire frame jolting each time he inhaled. It took the blue monster a few minutes to realize exactly what was happening, but when he did, the only thing he could think to do was put his arms around the other's back and rub it.

Randall was crying.

He peeled his head back, expression showing disgust at himself

"Dammit I'm pathetic..." He moaned, falling away from Sulley and back onto the other wall, sliding down to the floor. The blue monster's heart was racing as he studied the face of Randall. It was the exact same expression that he had only recently been able to keep from his thoughts. The image that had started everything, started the strange roller coaster of emotions he'd been riding for less than two weeks now.

Two weeks?

Had it only been that long?

Without the slightest idea of how he'd gotten there, Sullivan suddenly realized that he was also sitting on the floor. He reached out and touched Randall's arm impulsively, painfully unsure of how to comfort another.

He wiped his tears away and looked up, momentarily calm, "I screwed up, Sullivan. I really screwed up. I didn't know who else to..."

"It's okay..." He hushed, not asking any questions. The purple monster stared into his eyes, visibly fighting to remain calm, but before he could stop it the tears were flowing again.

The blue monster pulled Randall back into his chest, unsure of what else to do. Luckily there were no protests. The sobbing caused wet spots to sink into his fur and hit his skin, but he didn't mind. The only thing that he cared about was the pitiful, lonely, shattered monster that he gripped tightly in his arms.

Time passed, probably more than it felt like, and Sullivan felt Randall go completely still aside from some slow breaths.

Asleep... He realized with a decent amount of relief. It was unsurprising after how frail and exhausted he'd looked. Carefully, Sulley began to stand up with the other monster in his arms. The lizard's eyes stayed closed, and the blue monster smiled softly. It was such a difference from his waking form.

Walking the purple monster back to his bedroom, the blue searched for a word to describe how sleeping Randall looked.

Serene...

But more innocent...

Maybe fragile...

Or precious.

As strange as it seemed, the scarer realized that this was the best word to describe the thin creature he held.

As gently as he could, Sullivan laid Randall down on his side of the bed and stepped back. A hand was still gripping his fur, and the tug woke Randall into half-consciousness.

"Don't..." He murmured, "go..."

The words were so desperate that Sulley was unable to protest. He sat on the edge on the bed, holding the hand that had been holding him so tightly, and closed his eyes.

What a strange feeling, after so long not experiencing it.

To have a perfectly clear mind...


HOLEH.

That honestly took a lot out of me to write, I just read it over to check again for problems and man theres a lot of random emotion XD

Here we have discovered yet another knot in Randall's tangled life (questions will be answered in time, but feel free to guess XD cant be that hard i guess). Boo has entered the building, and Randy hates her guts (thats secretly how it happened :P). Fungus is trying his best to help Randall, and its kinda sad actually ;-;. Mike is still amazing, and I grow to love him more every chapter. Sullivan is seriously beginning to feel a connection to Randall, and ill spoil one thing now: he spends the night that night :D.

Review and I may POSSIBLY have a chapter tomorrow, because I have a lot of free time tomorrow at school! I get so much INSPIRATION when i read those things, guys! They're literally my favorite things ever!

Hope you enjoyed my chapter, even if it was a bit more dark than the rest ;-; next one will be kind of fluffy, im already pretty sure. And the kiss is coming soon.

BYE 333333