honorstudent97: Haha, I will forever love the "This guy hates charity!" line. xD Chet is just wayyyy too excited about that. I also love the part where Johnny tries to get Mike to join the mail room. It's so ironic because he DOES end up in the mail room, you know? I wanna know what happened to Chet and Johnny after they graduated though. :( Oh well, at least there's going to be a third monsters movie, right? And yay! I'm so glad that FF and dA are unblocked in Beijing!

I-Like-Sulley: Yeah, eventually they're going to do it, but don't worry, I'll give you a warning so you can skip that chapter if you want to. :P Well...Randall likes Fungus, but I think that Fungus like-likes Randall. xD Hope you like this chapter!

XxSgt KuluxX: Never apologize for sounding like a broken record because I absolutely love getting compliments on this story! *hugs* I'm so glad that you're still enjoying it! Randall definitely needs to protect Fungus because the little guy can't stand up for himself, you know? I see Mike as this really annoying little guy. He wouldn't ever physically hurt someone, but he can annoy the hell out of them, haha. What do you think about Mike? Here's the update! :D

Nymris: Yeah, it definitely looks like Randall is going to explode at Mike in this chapter! Let's hope that someone stops them before they take it too far. Thanks about the fireworks! I really hope that there aren't going to be any tonight. *crosses fingers* And yay, I'm glad that you think that my Randall is IC! For some reason, I see Randall as the type who mostly keeps his comments to himself in his early life, but starts cussing a lot in the MI era. xD

Remy: Mike is definitely pushing it! And yeah...I'm not much of a Mike fan. :P How about you? Something about him just sort of sets me off, I guess. I'm glad that you like what I've done with Randall and Fungus! I'm actually a bit of a RandallxFunk shipper. How do you feel about these two? I'll give you some hints about what happens with Randall and his mom. Let's just say that they have related health issues. Oh, and, well, this is a tragedy, so it does have a bit of a tragic ending. *hides* Don't worry, it's not that bad though! Thanks so much for reading this!

a fan: I know, right? I would never be able to put up with Mike for so long either. Mike just doesn't know when to quit. =/ Randall and Mike almost get into a fight in this chapter. Glad to hear that you're interested in Doom! Do you think that he's decent for an OC then? I usually end up hating my OCs. I'm sort of ambivalent about Doom, I guess. Hope you like this chapter!

Mickfang27: I'm glad that you thought that it was awesome! Don't worry, it doesn't sound lame at all. Mike and Randall almost get into a physical fight in this chapter. I actually like biology too, but I never liked chemistry or physics much, probably because there's so much math involved in those two subjects and I'm not really a math fan. I agree; Fungus and Randall make cute study buddies! They'll end up as roommates later in this story. Thanks for the comment!

BloodRedRoses04: Randall is at his limits with Mike! You'll see what he does in this chapter! Do you think that those two will get into a fight soon? Hope you like this chapter!

Mysterious: Aw man, I'm sorry again for how you got banned! *hugs you* Is it a temporary ban or one of those lifelong ones? I remember when I got banned for the first time on a site I really enjoyed and I was so upset. Thanks for liking the last chapter! Let me know what you think of this one. :D

xBearingSecretsx: I love how protective Randall is of Funk too! :) They make a cute pair! If RandallxSulley didn't exist, I'd definitely be a hardcore RandallxFunk shipper. Randy almost gets into trouble, but a certain someone stops him in this chapter. BooxRandall? Hm...I haven't given much thought to that pairing before. I always think of Boo as a little kid who loves Sulley, lol. I guess that there are a lot of BooxRandall fics floating around though. And ugh, I wouldn't like being called Mikey either. Nobody likes Mike. :P No need to feel evil! I always end up torturing my favorite characters. Fungus says thank you for the hugs. :P

Chapter XXIV

A long silence falls while I grit my teeth, ball my fists, and attempt to keep my temper in check. Wazowski has been pushing me more and more by the day. The blood sizzles through my veins as I stare up indignantly at the shameless imbecile perched on the corner of my desk. How he even has the nerve to sit on the edge of my desk is something I don't know. If he goes away now and leaves both Fungus and me alone for the rest of class, then no one will get hurt. However, if he doesn't, well, let's just say things could get ugly.

"So how is it that cheap guys like you manage to buy slaves, huh, Randall?" Wazowski presses, clearly not realizing that he's pushed me to my limit. If he's gonna insult me, then fine, but he isn't going to continue to insult Fungus like this. Unaware of my festering anger, Wazowski continues on, "I thought that you were too poor to even replace those decade old glasses of yours."

I can't help it; my temper snaps. I lunge forward and would've caught the lime green cyclops in a suffocating grip around his neck if a huge shaggy blue blur hadn't whirled across the room at that very moment. Blinking once to steady the blurring colors in front of me, I open my eyes again and let everything sharpen into focus. Sullivan has pulled Wazowski away from my desk and is holding him firmly by the shoulder. Wazowski looks disappointed. It's as if he wanted me to try to suffocate him. Actually, that was probably part of his plan. After all, I could easily get dismissed from the school for an attempted suffocation.

"What's going on over here?" Sullivan asks, looking from Wazowski to me to Fungus. He ends up looking at Wazowski again, frowning and accusing, "Mike, were you bothering them?"

"Me? Bothering someone?" Wazowski laughs as if this possibility is completely absurd. "Why on earth would I ever want to be a bother, Sulley?"

I frown, feeling a green monster of jealousy rise in the pit of my stomach. So Wazowski and Sullivan already have nicknames for each other, huh? I still don't see how the two could have gone from sworn enemies to decent friends in just a few days. I stare at both of them darkly as the door to the science classroom opens and Mrs. Jones, the history teacher, steps inside. Now wanting to get caught out of their seats or get any of us into trouble, Sullivan takes Wazowski's wrist and drags him to the front of the classroom. They both sit down at empty desks and smile politely at Mrs. Jones as she takes a seat behind the desk at the front of the room. She has something in her hands, but I'm too busy watching Sullivan and Wazowski to worry about it right now.

"I think that you're right. Those two are up to no good," I lean across the aisle between the rows of desks to whisper these words to Fungus.

Looking glad that I've finally taken his side, Fungus nods rapidly and whispers, "I agree! We'll have to k-keep a closer eye on t-them."

I would have continued to talk to Fungus, but Mrs. Jones has a shrewd look on her face and is already scanning the room to figure out who is and who isn't paying attention to her. Several of the monsters look tired and have their heads resting on their desks as they wait for class to start. Mrs. Jones clears his throat loudly, causing everyone to jerk to attention and then focus their gaze at the front of the room. Only after every eye is focused forward does Mrs. Jones begin to speak.

"Good morning, class," she starts out and then pauses, clearly expecting an answer. A half-hearted, less than cheery reply of good morning echoes throughout the classroom. Not looking too impressed, Mrs. Jones goes on to explain, "Welcome to your science class for this year. In this class, you will learn many things. Unlike some of your other classes, this class will be interactive and not just a reading class. Although I expect you to read all of chapter one of your science textbook by next Wednesday, that is going to be your homework and not your assignment for this morning. Please take a moment and turn to page twenty in your book and find the recipe that says 'Making Slime'."

A few muttered groans mingle in the air amidst all the sounds of crinkling pages as everyone turns to page twenty. I am one of the first to reach the correct page. Skimming the page, I realize that it contains directions on how to make slime. I don't know why anyone would want to make slime when you can just buy it at the store for a cheap price. Isn't that the practical thing to do?

"Has everyone found the correct page?" Mrs. Jones asks after the crinkling of turning papers dies down. A simultaneous nod can be seen throughout the classroom. Mrs. Jones smiles and continues on, "Great. As you can see, there are directions on how to make slime on the page in front of you. I am sure that most of you are wondering why on earth you might want to make slime. Can anyone tell me the answer to this?" A long silence falls and no hands are raised. Mrs. Jones prompts desperately, "Anyone at all?"

Art, the fuzzy light and dark purple striped monster shaped in the form of an arch, decides to make a wild attempt at guessing and says, "So we can get hands on experience with something?"

"Well, yes, I suppose that is one reason," Mrs. Jones replies, Art's answer clearly not the one she was looking for. "As you may or may not know, slime can be quite useful in the monster world. Making your own slime takes time, but it will be fresh and more potent than the slime you would find at a store. One of the main uses for slime is storage. Slime creates a thick, impenetrable barrier around anything that you want to keep safe. Today, you will work on making storage slime. Unfortunately, it isn't an easy process and will end up taking two classes to complete. You will start the slime today and finish it up next week. I would like all of you to work through the seventh direction on page twenty. Are we all clear on this?"

There is a nod throughout the classroom before Wazowski - it figures that he wouldn't know what's going on - frowns and points out, "But it says here that we're going to need gel, water, and silica in order to make the slime. I don't have any of those things with me."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wazowski. I've already taken care of everything," Mrs. Jones says, giving the cretin a smile much to my disapproval. Motioning to the items scattered across her desk, Mrs. Jones continues on, "All of the ingredients you will find necessary to make your slime are already on this desk. The silica is kept in the green bowl, the water in the purple bowl, and the gel in the red bowl. The orange crate on the floor contains measuring devices and different sized storage containers. You may each pick out one of these to store your slime in. This task is officially beginning."

With that said, Mrs. Jones steps back from her desk to observe as all of the students immediately get to their feet and hurry toward the desk at the front of the classroom to get first pick at a storage container. Having learned a long time ago that pushing and shoving isn't worth first pick, I remain in my seat and glance quickly over the recipe up to direction number seven. I catch a glint of red out of the corner of my eye and notice that Fungus also is remaining at his desk.

"What do you think about this class so far?" I whisper over to Fungus, knowing that Mrs. Jones can't hear what I'm saying because of the babble going on in the front of the room. "Seems pointless to me. I'll just buy slime from the store and not worry if it's as 'potent as it can be' and whatnot."

Fungus' brow crinkles in amusement and he nods, clearly thinking that I'm right as he says, "I agree, although I suppose that some hands on experience might be good for us."

"Guess you're right," I admit grudgingly as I wait for the mass of students gathered at the front of the room to clear. Already, someone has bumped into someone else and there's a big pile of slime on the floor that everyone does their best to avoid. Of course, it's only a few minutes before a female monster accidentally slips on it.

Since the situation from earlier is still bothering me, I turn to Fungus and say in a dead serious tone, "Don't pay any attention to Wazowksi. He's just being an arrogant prick as always. You okay?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine," Fungus quickly reassures me before frowning and asking, "W-what about you though? You seemed rather upset earlier."

"I'm fine. I just hate Wazowski picking on my friends. Picking on me is one thing, but doing more than that is crossing the line," I say, my eyes unintentionally searching the room for the one-eyed cretin since I just so happen to be talking about him. He's already back at his desk and is measuring out ingredients for his slime concoction while chatting away to the neighbor at his right.

Fungus' expression immediately lights up and he asks, "You mean that you c-consider us friends?"

"Well, yeah," I point out as if this should be extremely obvious. "What else would we be? Rivals? Enemies?"

Fungus shrugs and blushes in pleasure at my remark. My praise, something rare but something I extend toward the speckled monster every once in a while, really seems to boost his confidence. Unfortunately, at that moment, Mrs. Jones turns her gaze to the back of the room and notices that the two of us are still seated. Frowning, she says in a loud voice that causes everyone to turn and stare at us, "Are you boys going to participate in class today or are you off doing your own thing?"

Since the area at the front of the classroom has mainly cleared out at this point, I reluctantly get to my feet and slink down the aisle to the desk containing all of the colorful bowls. Fungus trails after me, both of us the objects of contempt by our peers. I seem to have created a lot of enemies just from getting the second best score in the scare demonstration yesterday. I was an oddball to between with, but now that I've posed myself as a threat to everyone striving to become scarer of the year, I've become someone easy to hate. Oh well. It's not like I ever wanted to be elected student of the month anyway. Monsters like Sullivan should take on that role.

Once I reach the front of the classroom, I grab a clear, plastic container in the shape of a square. After that, I carelessly drop some measuring devices into it before grabbing another bowl to put my slime, water, and silica in. Once I've fetched all of my items, I return to my desk and read the first step carefully. I'm supposed to measure exactly one cup of water into my storage container. Glad that I happened to grab a one cup measuring device earlier, I quickly fill it with water and dump it into my cubical container. That wasn't so hard. Now onto step two.

Step two is just as easy as step one. Now all I have to do is measure out a cup of the gel and combine it with the water. I reuse the same measuring cup I used earlier and dump the gel and the water together before turning back to my science textbook once again.

Step three is where things start to get tricky. The book informs me that this step is very important before it goes on to explain that I need to stir the water and the gel together every few minutes for thirty minutes to get the consistency of the substance just right. I pay close attention to the clock and stir the slime three times to the left and then three times to the right before waiting for three minutes and then repeating what I did just before that. This goes on for the next thirty minutes. It is a boring process and one that forces you to completely focus on the task at hand. At least I've managed to complete it at this point. Now I can move on to step four.

Looking down, I read that I'm supposed to add one teaspoon of silica to my slime mixture. I rifle through the measuring devices I gathered up earlier, but don't find a teaspoon among them. Apparently, luck has decided to desert me at this point. Leaving my potion unguarded, I slither back up the aisle to the room as quickly as I can, very aware that several eyes have turned to me. Ignoring them, I search through the bin until I find the teaspoon I'm looking for. I hurry back to my slime only to find my cubical storage container on its side, slime leaking all over my desk, soaking into my science textbook, and even dripping onto the floor.

My heart stops beating temporarily as I stare at the mess before my eyes. I could have sworn that I had not left my storage container at the very edge of my desk. Eyes darkening, I realize that someone else must be behind this felony. Hoping that my three-eyed friend saw what happened, I flick my eyes over at Fungus. He immediately meets my gaze and points to his right with a slender fingertip. I whirl around in that direction, only to see Doom floating calmly away from my desk.

Now that I know who is behind all of this, I am even more tempted to comfort Doom about beating Fungus up and about his unfair hatred toward me. Unfortunately, I did give my word to Fungus that I wouldn't say anything to Doom and I'm a monster of my word. Well, most of the time anyway.

As I'm standing at the edge of my desk, still looking at my potion in shock, a tall, dark shadow falls over me. That could only be the shadow of one monster - the teacher.

"What happened here?" Mrs. Jones asks in a clipped voice as she motions toward the ruins of my slime. I don't speak since I know that telling Mrs. Jones I'm not to blame for this will only get me into more trouble. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Mrs .Jones says, "There is a bathroom down the hallway to your right just outside of this classroom. I want you to go there, get some paper towel, and then come back and clean this mess up. I also want you to know that failing to properly produce five experiments by the end of the year will automatically get you an F."

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