Saints-Fan-12: Wow, you liked it that much? Thank you! *hugs* You'll get to find out what's bothering Funk in this chapter!
honorstudent97: Hehe, you're reminding me of Finding Nemo! I wish that Finding Dory would come out already. I'm so impatient. But yeah, fairy-tale endings just don't do it for me. They seem sort of fake, don't you think?
jade4563: You're definitely right about sparks flying! Unfortunately, they are probably not the romantic sparks that we were hoping for, huh? Mike and Funk are actually sort of similar in how they disapprove of their friends' relationships, you know? Thanks for reading!
XxSgt KululuxX: Yay, I'm so happy that you liked the chapter so much! *dances around from excitement* I totally agree with you that it's more adorable when the big, tough-looking characters blush. It's just like *MAJOR SQUEAL*. But anyway, Funk better stay in line or else and Sulley had better give Randall a dance that he'll always remember. Ooo, can I join you in hanging Wazowski from the ceiling fan? He totally deserves that and more. No need to apologize. I do not like Mike at all. I'm sure that you've noticed that though, huh? Thanks so much for commenting on this!
dreyparara: Haha, you didn't expect that to happen? What were you expecting to have happen next out of curiosity? Hope you're still enjoying the story!
Villains' Bad Girl: Yeah, I saw Monsters University online the night that it came out! :D That's so awesome that you got a Sulley plush! I got ones of the ROR dudes when they went on sale. What was your favorite part of the movie? Nah, I don't really use skype and gmail anymore. I'm mostly on here at nights.
Remy: You're welcome for the new chapter and no problem about wishing you luck on your history exam! It sounds like you did awesome on it! You must be a pretty devout studier, huh? I could never get myself to study much for tests. I'm so lazy. :P But hm, I do think that Funk was trying to work up the courage to ask Randall to the dance, but he just didn't have the nerve to, you know? I feel bad for him as well. *hugs Funk* Mike's reaction was laughable and I am totally with you on not being the best athlete. I walk for "exercise", but that is it. No sports for me. Thanks for reading!
LuluCalliope: I had some stalker issues with my last account, so that's why I've got my PMing system turned off. There are too many weirdos online these days. x_x But hey, you can always talk to me on here. I'm a bit busier than I used to be, but I'm still around. :)
AL19: I'm with you there; when I read in a character's POV, it's like I can almost disappear into their lives for a little bit, you know? I'm just still so happy that you got to watch MU! I'm trying to get all of my friends to see it. Did you have a favorite character in it? I think that Randall actually said "Mike" instead of "mate" there, but yeah, he still sounded Australian! Thank you for continuing to read this!
90s Total Drama Pokemon: Awesome! *high fives you* I'm so glad to hear that you're going to keep commenting. That means that I'll make this fic as long as possible! Wazowski's reaction to Sulley asking Randall to the dance was pretty funny. Do you think that Funk is going to be really jealous of the two of them going to the dance together? Good question about the fluff! Are you a fluff fan? Sorry, so many questions, haha. But omg, I have the exact same theory about Randall's fronds! I think that they're like a turn on spot for him. ;)
BloodRedRoses04: You are so right! A certain someone is not going to be happy about Randall and Sulley going to the dance together! Thanks for commenting!
marioandsonicFTW: Glad to hear that I'm not the only Sonic nut out there! *high fives you* I definitely think that you're sensing some jealousy in Funk! Hope you like this chapter!
James95: I'm glad that you found the last chapter funny! I tried to add some comical moments to it. Fungus is going to be pissed about Sulley inviting Randall to the dance, isn't he? It seems like no one is straight except for Mike these days. :P Let me know what you think of this chapter!
Mysterious: I always call the pairing Knouge. :D Rouge is probably the prettiest of the Sonic girls in my opinion. What do you think? I just checked and I never actually finished the Shadmaria fic. Guess I should do that sometime, eh? Thanks for liking the chappie!
Mickfang27: I feel really bad for Fungus right now too. He is definitely feeling upset at Sulley and probably a bit betrayed since he thinks that he's Randall's best friend. *nods* Hehe, Mike almost had a heart attack there, didn't he? Okay, this probably sounds mean, but I'd like it if the librarian tossed him out of the library! The scream extractor is actually going to end up playing a major role in this story, funny that you should mention it. Thanks for reading!
badberry123: You're very welcome! I think that changing your icon to Funk was a great idea! I usually change my icon every few months or so because I get bored of them otherwise, you know? I'm happy to hear that you liked the last chapter. Of course Randall's book had to be on the top shelf, haha. Isn't that the way things always work? Mike just about had a heart attack when he learned that Sulley and Randall are going to the dance together. Funk is definitely going to be steamed, that's for sure. I bet that he does decide to go to the dance just so he can keep a close eye on a certain someone. ;) Glad to hear that you're still liking Born to Please as well! Nancy Kim has always been one of my favorite characters, so that's why I gave her more of a role in the story. I try to keep my stories similar to the movie, but not identical to it because it would be boring to reread the movie plot all over again, don't you think? The RORs will lose to the OKs though and that will be a massive blow for Johnny. ...Let's just say that Javier and Chip end up not doing it behind closed doors and end up on the internet together. :P That's how Reg finds out about them. And their relationship is complicated to say the least. It starts out as sex only and turns into more than that later down the road. Oh god, I have so many fic ideas and random stories floating around my computer that I can't even keep track of them as sad as that sounds. *facepalms* Ah, I understand about your nickname now. I use some creepy icons online, so it's all good. Hm, how about we go to the cinema? I don't really eat at restaurants and usually just sit there looking awkward. xD I love Rouge although I've never been a Shadouge shipper. Who do you like pairing Rouge and Shadow with if you don't mind my asking? Bleh, I never liked Bingo Highway for some reason. I always try to hurry past that level. :P Good question, but I honestly couldn't tell you that because I don't know much about baseball. *blushes* I dunno much about sports in general. What do you think though? Thanks for commenting!
Chapter LII
I raise a curious eyebrow and wait for Fungus to speak. He's obviously got a problem with something from the odd expression on his face. Finally, he sends me a dubious look and asks, "You're going to the dance with Sullivan? I thought that you said that you weren't going to go to the dance with anyone."
Oh god, not the stupid dance again! I groan to myself having forgotten just how much Funk insisted on pestering me about the dance earlier. Trying to stay patient and not snap at him since I know that my snappiness makes the speckled monster's stuttering worse, I say, "I had a change in plans, I guess. I've never been to a school dance before, so when Sullivan asked me whether or not I wanted to go with him, I thought what the hell? I might as well go. Why? Does it bother you or something? You could always ask a girl out and go yourself or you could ask me to ask someone for you. Yeah, I'd do that for you under the rare circumstance."
Fungus looks thoughtful, but doesn't respond to me at first. When he finally opens his mouth again, I expect him to ask me to find a girl for him to go to the dance with. However, the little monster surprises me and asks instead, "But w-why do you want to go with Sullivan? I don't trust him and neither should you."
"Don't tell me who I should or shouldn't trust," I snap, forgetting all about how I was trying not to be edgy with Funk. "I happen to trust Sullivan and I know that he's not trying to trick me into anything if that's what you think. Look, I don't want to talk any more about this unless you want me to ask someone out for you, okay?"
"Okay," Fungus says meekly, always one to back down after things don't go his way.
"Alright, so did you decide who you're gonna do your history project on or not?" I ask Fungus, raising an eyebrow at him. Funk thinks and then shakes his head once. Getting a little annoyed with listening to Wazowski coo and lovey-dovey talk to Celia in the corner of the library, I say, "Well, I suggest you get working on that while I go back to my dorm room and start studying. I've got a long way to go before my paper is anywhere near ready to turn in."
"But what about the whole buddy system t-thing?" Fungus asks me worriedly as he starts twisting his orange fingertips together. "Remember what the Dean said about the buddy system?"
"She just gave us a helpful suggestion. She never said that we have to use the buddy system or anything," I point out before adding, "Besides, are you really afraid that someone is going to kidnap you out of the school hallway?"
Fungus looks around warily like he really does think this as he pulls his bright blue cap down over his eyes as if to try and protect his identity. Finally, he murmurs weakly, "N-n-no…"
"Great. Then you'll be fine here on your own," I point out, sending a disgusted look in Wazowski's and Celia's direction before adding, "I'll see you tomorrow or Friday. Good luck with that project. You're gonna need it."
With that said, I leave troubled Fungus in the corner of the library and proceed back upstairs to my dorm room. Once I arrive there, I plop down at my desk and prop my book on Henry J. Waternoose open. Wanting to take notes on the text so that I don't have to reread the whole thing again later, I grab my pencil and my notebook before beginning to read. For starting up the biggest scaring industry in Monstropolis, I can't say that Henry Waternoose led a particularly interesting life. In fact, he's been downright boring to read about so far. His book is practically putting me to sleep and it's not even seven 'o clock in the evening.
Despite the monotony of the boring book, I manage to scrape a whole page of notes off about Mr. Waternoose before I decide to call it a night. Even though I'm wearing my glasses, my vision blurs and I can't seem to see a thing. It must be a sign that I'm tired.
Tired or not, I decide to go to bed earlier and slink across the room before spreading myself out under my sheets, glad that one-eyed Doom is still off doing god-knows-what. It's always five times as hard to fall asleep with his unblinking blood red eye directed in my direction. Once I fall asleep, I dream about the dance, which is probably to be expected considering the fact that I talked about the dance with four different monsters over the past twenty-four hours. In my dream, I'm hanging out with Sullivan while Fungus and Wazowski steal furtive, jealous glances at us. Crazy, right? I mean, Funk isn't jealous of me and I definitely don't think that Wazowski is envious of me since he is bringing his "Celia Weelia" to the dance with him. Ugh, his little pet names for the girl make me nauseous.
The next day, I wake up early and waste no time getting to my feet and starting the morning out by reading a few more boring pages in my book about Mr. Waternoose. It's a dull way to start the morning, yeah, but how else am I supposed to get my history project done? I have my extra scaring class tonight and I'm going to be busy with my classes during the day.
Since I'm so busy, the day actually ends up passing by really quickly. I don't run into Wazowski, but I don't run into Sullivan or Fungus either. I get more homework to add to my pile of things to do. Back in my bedroom, I find myself dumping all of my new assignment sheets onto my desk before I accidentally take a peek in the mirror before heading down to the gym for my extra scaring class with the Dean. God, is that really me in the mirror there? My eyes are even more bloodshot and swollen than yesterday. Guess the stress of school is getting to me more than I realized.
Ignoring the vein pulsing underneath my eyelid, I turn and make a line for the door so I can get to my scaring class on time. The last thing I need to do is show up late for my extra scaring class and upset the one teacher who just so happens to like me. The Dean is nice and she plays fair unlike a certain Ms. Stanley that I know.
I've memorized the way to all of my classes by now and it's like second nature for me to weave my way through the hallways and take the elevator down to the school's first floor. Once there, I round the corner and hurry through the locker room to get to the gym. Even though I'm not late, the Dean has already started the class by working individually with her students. Apparently, Bile is first. The headmistress appears to be giving him tips on how to use a set of fake, plastic teeth to make him appear scarier to little children.
"Good evening, Mr. Boggs," the Dean calls over to me as soon as I slither through the entrance to the gym. She gives me a small smile and says, "I will be with you in just a few minutes. I'm just showing Mr. Bile some scaring tips right now. You may practice with the background flipper if you'd like."
I nod and glance across the room where the background flipper has been set out for me to practice with. Although camouflaging is by no means easy and takes a lot of concentration, I actually like doing it. I hurry over to the background flipper and pull the rope that changes the background a few times before I come to a steel background.
I start with all five senses like the Dean directed me to do last time we met and first come up with words to describe the color of the metal. Slate and gray are the first words that come to my mind. Next, I move on to texture. I imagine that the metal is cool and smooth to the touch. What about taste? Well, I don't exactly wanna be tasting metal anytime soon, but it would probably taste hard and cold. Does metal make sound? Nope. At least, not that I know of. Now what about smell? God, I don't know if metal has a smell or not…
Okay, so now I've gone through all five senses. How do I know whether or not I'm currently blending in with my surroundings? Usually when I try and look down at myself, I break off my concentration and ruin my illusion of invisibility. Luckily, the Dean comes to my rescue at the very moment and gives me the answer that I want to hear.
"Well done, Mr. Boggs! You're becoming very good at camouflaging! Before you know it, you'll be the best camouflager the university has ever seen," Dean Hardscrabble compliments me with an approving smile in my direction. "Now how about we try something a bit harder? How about a background with more than one color to it? Do you think that you're up for a challenge?"
I don't know if I'm up for a challenge exactly, but I'm always more than ready to try and show off for the Dean. Nodding, I wait to see what she means by a background with more than one color. The headmistress pulls the rope several times and switches out several different backgrounds before she comes to beach scene with a beautiful sunset in the distance.
The Dean steps back and gives me an encouraging nod to try and blend in with this new background. Taking a deep breath, I put all of my concentration into the background and start out by thinking about the color. This background isn't just one color; it's made up of several different pigments like the Dean explained to me earlier. I take careful note of all of the different colors from the melon base of the sunset just above the water to the pinky tones above it that finally morph into a shade of lilac. Keeping all of these colors in the back of my mind, I work on my next sense without breaking my concentration. However, I don't even get to the next sense before the Dean applauds me approvingly.
"That was very well done, Mr. Boggs! You did that in record timing. I must say that I'm impressed," Dean Hardscabble tells me with obvious admiration for me in her voice.
Surprised that I've managed to make myself blend in with a supposedly harder background already despite the fact that I haven't gone through all five senses, I blink and then try not to break my concentration as I barely move my lips and ask the Dean, "So I'm invisible then?"
"Yes, you are. Camouflaging will become second nature to you after a while. The more you do it, the easier it will come to you. Soon, you won't have to think twice about it. Going through all five senses just helps you at first while you're learning how to camouflage yourself. May I offer you a word of advice though?" the Dean asks considerately, making me think about just how big of a difference there is between her and Ms. Stanley. Ms. Stanley would've given me criticism whether or not I wanted to hear it. The Dean, on the other hand, actually bothers to ask me whether or not I would like to hear some tips. Considerate on her part, huh?
"Yeah, sure. What's the tip?" I ask the Dean, wanting to hear about any tricks that will help me with my camouflaging abilities. The sooner I get good at this, the sooner I can give Wazowski the scare of his life!
"Well, there's just one thing that happens to give away your appearance even though you're camouflaged," the Dean informs me. I give her a blank look, unsure where this is going. The Dean continues on, "Your glasses don't camouflage with you, unfortunately."
"Oh, I get it. So there is a pair of old fashioned, purple-rimmed glasses floating in the air right now, huh?" I ask wryly, unsure whether or not I find this amusing.
"Unfortunately, yes, that's exactly what's going on," the Dean says, trying to look sorrowful although she too is trying to mask a smile. Okay, okay, so I admit that the thought of a pair of purple glasses floating through the air is kind of funny. The Dean goes on, "May I suggest contacts to you, Mr. Boggs? They would solve all of your problems with one easy switch and you'd still be able to see just fine."
"Contacts, huh?" I repeat what the Dean just told me in a thoughtful voice. It actually never occurred to me to get contacts. Why not though? I mean, they would solve all of my problems just like the Dean said. With contacts, the other monsters would stop calling me a nerd and I'd finally be able to see properly without big purple frames in front of my eyes. Deciding that getting contacts is like getting three things for the price of one, I shrug my shoulders and tell the Dean, "I'm not opposed to the idea. Where would I go to get contacts?"
"Well, there's always the hospital wing, of course," the headmistress informs me. She holds out her right hand to me and shows me a little card with fancy cursive writing scribbled all over it. Too lazy to bother to read the writing, I take the card without reading it. Dean Hardscrabble goes on, "Show this to the doctor there and he should help you get a contact fitting. It should be quite simple really. I'm afraid to say that our time is up for today, but I will see you on Tuesday, I expect, hopefully with new contacts."
"Yeah, hopefully," I reply with a nod and a half smile. "Thanks for your time."
I'm not really the grateful type who says thank you for every little thing, but if someone deserves my thanks, it's definitely the Dean. She's done a hell of a lot for me in particular and I've gotta admit that I'm actually pretty excited about getting contacts. I didn't mind my glasses so much until I came here and I realized that wearing glasses is a mark of the "uncool". Maybe ditching my old purple rims will help me fit in.
Feeling quite satisfied for a Thursday night, I trace my way back up to my dorm room and decidedly ignore my pile of homework on my desk. It's just going to have to wait until tomorrow at this rate.
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