honorstudent97: Yay for liking MU better too! *high fives you* I didn't mind MU Sulley, but I wish he hadn't acted like a jerk so much at the beginning, you know? Eh...it's not too cute when Randall loses it. *coughrapecough* But anyway, he will have some good times with a certain someone, so don't worry! :) I really, really hope that you can get the VPN! I could never survive a year without internet. I'm married to my computer. :P But anyway...promise that you won't forget about the story even if you can't read it while you're in Beijing? :P
marioandsonicFTW: Thanks for wishing me a happy birthday! *hugs* I like Sulley for those reasons too! He's like the type of guy you'd want to have around if you ever needed a hug, you know?
Nymris: Aw, thank you so much about the compliment on my updates! I'm really glad that you like them so much. :) I honestly don't read any of the other fics on here, but I never thought that my writing was very good. Mike's definitely up to something, that's for sure! I tend to put too much detail into things like the teachers, I think, so I'm glad that you don't think I'm going overboard on it. Thanks for the birthday wishes! :D Today could've been better, but hey, at least I'm not blind yet, haha. I'm glad to hear that you're starting to like RandallxSulley and RandallxFunk! Do you think that you prefer one pairing over the other or...? I ship three/four different Randall pairings because I'm a weirdo. xD Thanks for reading!
I-Like-Sulley: Thanks for the birthday wishes! *hugs* Aw man, I'm so sorry about the blood vessel! Did you go to the eye doctor for it? I hope that you feel better soon! I guess we're both sort of in the same situation. Let's hope that we get better super fast!
a fan: Thank you so much for wishing me a happy birthday! *hugs* I agree, pink eye is the worst! I have it in both eyes now too. D: Do you remember how long it took for yours to go away? I just keep sitting here and literally counting down the minutes until it will go away. I know exactly what you mean! I hate getting partnered up with someone I hate for a project in school. *shudders* Hope you like this chapter!
Wolfy McBubblehorn: *grabs at the magic pink eye meds* Woo, thank you! This is the best birthday present ever! :D Pink eye is so annoying, especially for a contact lenses wearer. But anyway, I would've liked to see a darker Randall from the start as well. I definitely think that would have made him more consistent with MI Randall, you know? God, same here really. Anything would've been a better reason for Randall to go to the dark side. Imo, he turns to the dark side due to stress, anxiety issues, health issues of his own (my Randall goes schizophrenic later in life...), and physical abuse from other students. Oh wow, you're going to Ireland? I hope that you have fun! You'll have to tell me about your trip! I've never left Michigan before.
BloodRedRoses04: Yeah, there's supposed to be a third monsters movie! My friend heard that it's been confirmed! I think that it's supposed to be like a sequel to MI, don't you think? :D
Mysterious: Thank you so much for the birthday wishes! Happy belated birthday to you as well! Did you have a nice day, I hope? :) Omg, I love Randall's camouflaging as well. It looks so cool! And that's awesome that you got to watch movies on the last day of school. I LOVE that blooper! Is that your favorite MI blooper?
Ariddle-Ascare: Haha, I know that feeling - I hate logging in unless I have to. :P I'm glad to meet another fellow Randall fan! *high fives you* I absolutely love reptiles too. I have a snake actually. Do you have any reptilian pets? I definitely don't think that this story will give anything about MU away. The story is wayyyyy different than the film. It would be awesome if you liked the story plot better though! xD Do you think you'll get to see MU sometime soon? :)
XxSgt KululuxX: Gah, sorry, I must not have gotten your review until after I posted the last chapter! Anyway, thank you so much for the compliments! I'm glad that this story hasn't disappointed you yet. Randall is harsh, I agree, but that's just in his nature, you know? Sulley is definitely a sweetie. Sulley, go give Randy a hug and sweeten him up a bit, lol! Yay, so you're a Fungus fan too? I think he's adorable! Thanks for reading!
Chapter XIX
Wazowski and I both fall into silence with Mrs. Mason's intense gaze fixed upon us. The entire class has turned to stare at our desks, curious to see what has captured the Professor's attention. I give Wazowski a look that tells him to answer the teacher's question. After all, I've been reading the chapter just like Mrs. Mason directed us to. It's that stupid, pathetic eyeball who insists on slowing us down and getting us off topic. I glare at him and fold my stick-like arms over my chest, wondering how Wazowski plans to get out of this situation.
"We've been reading, Mrs. Mason. Honest!" Wazowski insists when Mrs. Mason sends him a dubious look. He plasters a sickly sweet smile on his face and waves a sharp nailed hand in my direction, saying sympathetically, "It's just that my partner over here has been having a few problems with the reading, so we had to slow down for him to keep up. I'm sure you know how it is, Professor. Some monsters are just more talented than others at certain subjects."
My jaw drops at Wazowski's nerve. How dare he try and blame this entire situation on me? If it wasn't for the eyes of all of the students in the classroom fixed on the three of us, my temper would have snapped and I would have slapped that double-faced imbecile. Unfortunately, I am surrounded by students and a teacher, which means that I'm not allowed to say or do anything that might put my university status on the line. Wazowski will no doubt end up getting dismissed from the school if he keeps this up. Surely Sullivan or someone else will lose their temper with him. I can't be the only one who's suffering the stupidity of the lime green cyclops.
"I see," Mrs. Mason says, lips in a thin line and not looking particularly pleased with the situation. "I hope that the two of you realize that this chapter will have to be read by the end of the week. You're going to have to finish it in your spare time so you can read chapter two next week. Mr. Boggs, do you need any help with reading?"
Cheeks flushing an ugly purplish-red color, I shake my head once and glare daggers at Wazowski from under my heavily-lidded eyes. The egg-shaped monster is clearly trying to repress a smile, which eventually ends up breaking through just as Mrs. Mason turns and starts back up to the front of the class.
"Our time here for today is up. If you haven't finished chapter one, please do so. Your homework for this week is to finish your reading if you have not done so already and then study it. All of this material is very important. If you forget things from chapter one, the following chapters won't make any sense. You're all dismissed," Mrs. Mason informs us.
Wazowski is the first one off of his chair and out the door. I suppose that he thinks that he's running from me, but the truth is that I wasn't about to follow him. Even if I did catch up to the cretin, what exactly would I do to him? Everything that runs through my mind ends up with me getting expelled from the university. It looks as if I'm just gonna have to wait and tolerate Wazowski's childish behavior until he really messes up. Then I can report him and get the little slime ball out of my way for good.
Dreaming about the day when Wazowski will get expelled from the school, I ignore the disdainful looks on the faces of my fellow classmates as I start toward the door of the classroom. A banana yellow monster who's name I don't know, smirks at me and says, "Not so smart now, are you, Boggs?"
I ignore the comment and just keep walking. I don't recognition the monster's voice and am left to assume that he was one of the monsters who witnessed my performance in the scaring class yesterday. Alright, I'll admit that I acted like a bit of a know-it-all in that class, but that was only for Sullivan's sake so we could compare our wits. I don't normally raise my hand in a classroom.
"Are you alright, Randy?" a voice jerks me out of my thoughts as I step from the classroom out into the freedom of the hallway.
Glancing down, I find Fungus' concerned eyes on my face. Only now do I realize that I'm walking along with my fists clenched and my teeth gritted as if I'm trying to keep myself from punching someone, which in truth, is partially what I am trying to do. Taking a deep breath, I reply, "Yeah, fine."
"I'm sorry that you had to get partnered with Wazowski," Fungus says sympathetically as the two of us start down the hallway, neither of us paying much attention to where we are going. I'm walking just to release built up tension and Fungus is following my lead as usual. "He shouldn't have lied to the teacher."
"Yeah, well, he'll get what's coming to him eventually," I grumble, trying to loosen my fists. "Sooner would be better than later though."
The two of us walk all the way down to the opposite end of the hallway before I realize that I just walked to the wrong side of the building in my blind rage. I have to go to my scaring class next and I'm gonna have to take the elevator I've just walked away from to get to it.
Grabbing Fungus' arm, I pull us both to a halt and say, "Wait. Where exactly are we going? I have a caring class next and you have...?"
"Oh, um, good q-question," Fungus reverts back to stammering as he trails after me on my way back to the elevator. He takes out his map and flips it over to the back with his class schedule on it. Taking a quick peek at his classes for Tuesday, Fungus says, "I think that I'm supposed to go to music next. From the looks of things, the music room is across from the history classroom."
"What are you following me for then?" I ask, slightly exasperated, not at Fungus, but from my busy morning and Wazowski's nerve to basically call me a dimwit in front of the entire history classroom. Pointing back to the door we just passed, I say, "The music classroom is back that way. I would suggest that you go there instead of following me to my scaring class unless you've changed your mind overnight and have decided that you want to become a scarer."
"Oh n-n-no," Fungus shakes his head immediately, looking appalled at the idea of becoming a scarer. "I don't want t-that. I just thought that I'd walk with you to the scaring c-class."
"If you do that, you're gonna be late," I point out flatly, trying to figure out Fungus' ulterior motive for wanting to follow me around. I search my head for a reason behind his odd behavior and then remember how one-eyed Doom's gang was picking on him the other day. Sighing, I glance down the long hallway to make sure that I can't see any signs of any of the thugs before telling the speckled monster, "Look, if you're worried about Doom and his gang, don't. They all go to the scaring class with me. You won't have to worry about them tracking you down in the hallway."
Fungus' face visibly relaxes, but he still looks reluctant to leave me. He takes one hesitant step in the direction of the music classroom and asks hopefully, "Will I s-see you later today then? Perhaps in between classes or in the cafeteria later?"
"Guess we'll have to just wait and see," I reply with a shrug, deciding to give Fungus a reality check as I add, "You do know that I'm not gonna be able to follow you around and hold your hand during all of your classes, right? You're a non-scarer and I'm a scarer. We're gonna have lots of different classes. That's just the way things are."
"Yes, of c-course. I know that," Fungus nods quickly, his cheeks flushing a dark shade of scarlet before he takes two more steps backward toward the music classroom, adding, "Have a nice class!"
"Yeah, thanks. Ditto," I reply as I turn toward the elevator and hit the bright red button that will summon my instantaneous mode of transportation.
Sure enough, I'm only kept waiting for a second or two before the steel doors slide open and permit me to go inside. I immediately scuttle within the small space and use the tip of my tail to press the button of the proper floor the scaring room is on since my arms are already full. The metal door slides soundlessly shut and I feel my heart jump into my throat at the familiar sensation of traveling downward. As I wait to arrive at my destination, I can't help but think about the things that we'll be expected to do at today's scare class. Last class, we were supposed to try out the scare simulator to create a baseline for ourselves. Unfortunately, due to George Sanderson's blunder, we ran out of time for that. I assume that today is the day that we'll finally get to use the scaring simulator.
A ripple of excitement runs down my spine as the elevator comes to a halt. I've wanted to try out the scaring simulator since the moment I laid eyes on it. Anticipation starts running through my veins as I walk stoically to the scaring classroom. Although I'm mostly looking forwards to trying out the simulator, part of me is a little apprehensive about the score I will get on my performance. Dean Hardscabble says that we get judged on a scale of one to ten every time we use the simulator. I'd like to think that I could get a ten on my first attempt, but the truth is that I don't honestly know a lot about real life scaring. Sure, I've read about it in countless books, but I've never actually tried it out before.
Another bitter thought crosses my mind as I think to myself about how likely it is that Sullivan will get a ten on his first attempt at scaring. Speaking of Sullivan, I haven't seen him all day. Guess he isn't taking the history of Monstropolis along with the rest of us. My thoughts travel to something that Wazowski said earlier. Could he really have meant what he said about him and Sullivan becoming friends? I suppose that it's none of my business, but the thought of those two scarers becoming friends makes my stomach churn.
Finally, I reach the door to the scaring classroom. I'm one of the very first students to enter the large room with the tall ceilings and red-curtained stage, probably because of my elevator trick. As I start down to the front of the classroom, I catch the eyes of the few students already sitting down. Most of them look at me with cold, hard eyes. It isn't until now that I realize that they're jealous of me. It sure seems like it's a lot easier to make enemies than friends around here.
Ignoring the eyes boring into my back, I reach my familiar chair and lean down to shove my books and other school supplies underneath it to keep them from being trampled. The anticipation continues to build as I wait impatiently for class to start. As I wait, I find that I'm subconsciously keeping an eye out for a turquoise blue monster with purple polka dots. I'm not sure why I'm looking for Sullivan. I just am.
The classroom fills up quickly, but I don't see any sign of silky blue fur until the moment just before class is about about to start. Surrounded on all sides by a group of wannabe scarers, Sullivan walks casually down the aisle that leads to the front of the classroom. I watch his progress out of the corner of my eye. He waves at several students already seated and even calls out a greeting to a few of them. Every single student smiles or waves back at him. Hm. Sullivan is clearly a people person and my opposite in just about every way possible. Our appearances suggest that we could've come from different planets. Sullivan is broad and muscly with shaggy blue fur and I am slender and scaly with eight limbs and three dusky fronds arching above my head. Personality-wise, Sullivan is popular, liked by all, and friendly. I have already been labeled a nerd and a show off and it's clear to see that I've already gained some haters.
I try desperately to avert my eyes from Sullivan and concentrate on the front of the classroom instead. This proves impossible to do since the shaggy blue monster chooses this exact moment to stride out in front of me and take the seat next to mine. Surprised that Sullivan would choose to sit next to me when the entire row of chairs is empty, I glance up at the large monster curiously. He's not looking at me and is instead talking to his group of cronies, Scott, Don, Art, and Terri amongst them.
Suddenly, a figure descends onto the platform of the stage in front of us from what appears to have been somewhere above our heads. Folding her elegant wings behind her back, Dean Hardscrabble smiles calmly at us and murmurs, "Hello, class. Today we're going to pick up where we left off the other day. Only Mr. Sanderson had the opportunity to use the scaring simulator so far. The rest of you will get a chance to do so today. When I call your name, please come to the front of the classroom. Mr. Bile?"
At the Dean's words, I hear George tell his friend from somewhere behind me, "Go get 'em, Bile!"
The lights in the room dim and the Dean drags the dark red curtain back to expose the scaring simulator. Looking just as excited as I feel, Bile hurries down the aisle and then up the stairs to the platform. Unlike George, he doesn't take his time and heads straight for the door to the child's bedroom. The scaring has officially begun.
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