Now, as the forth challenge comes, Oozma Kappa's closer to claiming victory, using heart and teamwork, they get ready to face the next challenge together. However, Dean Hardscrabble knows that one monster in the group lacks what is vital to win the Scare Games.


The sun was setting, nightfall was approaching. The forth challenge of the Scare Games was near. The Hide and Sneak Challenge was up next, if they beat this challenge, they'll go onto the final round and really show off their scaring might before all of MU.

Mike Wazowski was determined to prove that he was capable of being apart of the Scaring Program. He couldn't wait to show the imposing Dean Hardscrabble that he was one of them, a monster that's got the brains and determination when it comes to scaring children.

Brandon, alongside Randall and the others of the fraternity were all dressed in the house's attire, each one of them smiling as Mike carried with him a clipboard. Art was grinning and nodding, as Brandon stuck his tongue out and giggled, shooting a blast of confetti from his head spout as he listens to their scaring coach.

"Someone is coming, this could ruin your night, stay hidden, take cover, and stay out of sight." instructed Mike, clapping his hands to the clipboard. "You got ten seconds. GO!"

Shielding his eye, Mike waited for the other six monsters to find themselves proper hiding spots. Ten seconds ought to more than enough time to give them, besides, he'll probably end up finding all of them anyway.

Once the ten seconds were up, Mike removed his hand and smirked, spotting each monster, spotting Brandon behind a kiosk, Squishy and Terri and Terry in a pile of leaves, Art standing out in the open looking at a butterfly with an adorable grin plastered on his face, and Randall camouflaged, but his jacket and glasses give him away.

"Kiosk, pile of leaves, standing out in the open, jacket and glasses still remain visible. And there should be one more." smirked Mike, looking around, only hear a whistle from above him. It was Don up in a tree, hanging onto a branch with his tentacle arms.

"How'd I do?" asked Don.

"Whoa. Not too shabby, Don." complimented Mike, smiling at his friend's cleverness.

"I cannot get down." replied Don.

Giggling, Brandon laughed and stepped out from the kiosk, as he looked over at Don hanging onto the tree branch. He's the only one strong enough to grab the older monster from his little perch up there.

"Hang on, Don. I'll knock you down!" laughed Brandon, stretching his arm out and wrapping it around the branch.

Before Don could prostate, the Beast had broken the branch but caught it from falling off, as he brought the large branch down to the ground, hearing a relived sigh come from the monster. Still seeing Don connected to the branch, Brandon got down and helped him release his grasp on the branch.

"Welcome back to the ground floor, you've got fearless and determined coaches, cute and cuddly New Age Philosophy majors, and of course, one nutty as heck Beast!" grinned Brandon, blasting confetti from his head spout in excitement as he squealed.

"What did I say about you doing the jokes, beastly boy?" reminded Mike, shooting a playful glare at the giggling and wild Beast.

"Sorry, Mike, but what can I say? I just had to make a joke." innocently remarked Brandon, giving Mike cute puppy-like eyes, as he smiled cutely.

Later on, back at the house, Mike's teaching Brandon some new tricks when it comes to scaring in his normal state. His adorable and child-like appearance masks the true terrifying creature that's within him, but this'll be some fun for them, plus Mike will get some more insight on Beasts and how they work.

"Zombie Snarl!" said Mike.

Getting into a stance similar to a zombie and raising his hands above his furry head, Brandon widened his eyes and opened his mouth, his tongue hanging out as he let out a snarl that would make even the forces of the dead tremble before his horrifying might.

"Angry Poodle!" was the next thing Mike said.

Getting on all fours and his furry tail sticking out, Brandon tried his best to look aggressive and dangerous, his yellow eyes glowing and his teeth bared as he let out an animal-like growl.

"Jazz Clown." Mike requested.

Getting back on two feet and holding his hands out, Brandon put on a sickly innocent and creepy big smile, his eyes wide open.

"My aunt Phyllis." said Mike next.

Slumping down and letting his arms fall, Brandon put as best he could to look like some crusty old bag, his eyes half open and tired and mouth in a frown, looking as if he just got out of bed.

"In the morning." added Mike.

Letting his arms hit the floor and groaning as he closed his eyes.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Mike congratulated him, walking over to his beastly friend.

Next, in the library, Mike's instructing Don on his tentacles and how to use them when it comes to the Scare Games, with Don devouring all the knowledge he can from his smaller green friend.

Next, Brandon in his transformed state was laying on his back and had Don in a football helmet on his large clawed feet, acting a living catapult for them. Launching Don forward by kicking his feet forward, the older monster was sent flying into the campus brick wall and thanks to his tentacles, he remained stuck. Laughing, he begins to climb upwards.

The next morning, the alarm clock in Randall, Brandon, and Mike's room went off at six in the morning. Waking up from his slumber and yawning cutely, Randall grabbed his glasses and skitters on down from the bed.

"Time to get to work." grinned Randall, as his feet got on the ground.

Mike got up with a smile seconds later and shut the alarm clock off, grabbing their books, clothes, and towels, as Brandon rose from his bed and squealed, grabbing his toothbrush and fur trimmer, all of them exiting the bedroom with smiles on their faces.

"And let's play some Hide N' Go Seek. Coming to play, ready or not!" laughed Brandon, shooting a blast of confetti, as he quickly steals a kiss with his beloved lizard boyfriend.

Later that night, after classes and some additional training, the forth challenge of the Scare Games had begun. The Hide and Sneak Challenge, which was inside the darkened Slugma Kappa Theta sorority house. The final three teams Gamma Roar Roar, Oozma Kappa, and Eta Hiss Hiss all hiding.

The elites of Gamma Roar Roar had all found perfect hiding spots, evading the oncoming referee with ease. However, the girls of Eta Hiss Hiss weren't having things any better, in fact, they had chosen rather obvious hiding spots.

Finding one of the girls hiding behind a curtain, another one pretending to be a small little table near the recliner, and of course, he ended up catching one of the girls using the old hiding in the chimney trick.

"Yeah, yeah, tough luck, Kris Kringle." The referee said, escorting the girl outside.

Meanwhile, Randall was scurries up walls and avoids the flashlight of the referee by climbing into a lamp and turning invisible. Brandon poses as a animal skin rug on the floor, his mouth open to make it seem authentic, Mike posing as a globe, Art was pretending to be a piece of fur, and Don was hanging onto the ceiling in a darkened room by the use of his tentacles.

Using the chance, Mike and the others quickly bolted while the referee's back was turned, heading for the exit. Gamma Roar Roar had ended up escaping the house first, being greeted by all their fans and supporters, including Johnny and Roar Omega Roar, with the exception of Sullivan.

However, they turned around to see Oozma Kappa following behind them, as the crowd of monsters erupted in roars and cheers, along with Sheri who was in the audience cheering for her son as they watched Eta Hiss Hiss be eliminated from the games.

"We're down to two remaining teams, Gamma Roar Roar and Oozma Kappa!" announced Claire, as Brock removed the eliminated fraternity from the board.

As Oozma Kappa waved at their fans and celebrated their victory, Brandon and Randall both smiled and leaned on each other, with Randall's tail curling affectionately around his beastly boyfriend's waist.

"Which leads us to the final event!" boomed Brock, getting the crowd's attention. "Everyone of your skills will be put to the test! The Scare Simulator will prove who's the best! Tomorrow night, you finally get to SCARE in front of the whole school!"

Mike's smile grew and his single green eye widened with excitement and anticipation at the upcoming victory he'll achieve and finally be welcomed back into the Scaring Program alongside his friends.

"Enjoy the attention while it lasts, boys. After you lose, no one will remember you." revealed Johnny, a smug grin on his face, he was looking forward to tomorrow night's event and seeing Oozma Kappa get humiliated.

"Maybe." remarked Mike, before giving a comeback of his own as he smirked. "But when you lose, no one will let you forget it."

Johnny's expression went flat upon hearing Mike's response. So confident in himself that he's not gonna let anybody bring him down. The rest of his brothers remained silent until Chet responded with something back.

"Oh boy, that is a good point." remarked Chet, only for Johnny to smack him upside the head and knock his hat off.

Brandon and Randall laughed and waved Johnny and his disgraced fraternity off, with Brandon even making a face, his tongue hanging out as he busted out laughing and fell onto the floor, kicking his feet.

It was then that the other monsters all gathered around Oozma Kappa, giving them such attention and praise, calling them awesome and wanting to learn what they leaned on how to be great monsters themselves.

This was it, it was happening! Oozma Kappa was no longer a joke, they were in the big leagues and come tomorrow night, they're gonna take down Gamma Roar Roar and become the new victors of the Scare Games.

"Aw, wow, we've got ourselves a fan club now!" giggled Art, grinning and smiling at all the cheering monsters surrounding them.

"Cupcakes for everyone!" screamed Brandon, taking a deep breath and laughing as his eyes pointed right to his head spout.

The head spout bulged and Brandon shook for a minute, before squealing as he erupted cupcakes from his head spout like a volcano, letting them rain down from the sky and for their supporters and fans to enjoy, as the monsters cheered loudly.

"You saved me some baking by doing that." remarked Randall, kissing Brandon on his cheek as he takes a cupcake.

"A boyfriend's gotta make his beloved lizard's life a little easier." giggled Brandon, wagging his furry tail and cuddling up to Randall. "Dean Hardscrabble's gonna be proven so wrong tomorrow! We're gonna be winning!"

Dean Hardscrabble watched on, letting out a sigh. She'd let them have this fleeting moment of victory, they've all progressed well and each member of the fraternity has shown some capability in scaring children, except for one...

"Not likely. Tomorrow, each of you must prove that you are undeniably scary, and I know, for a fact... that one of you is not." coldly replied the Dean, pointing straight at Mike as Randall's confused.

After everything they've done, beating the four challenges and she still doesn't have faith in Mike to be scary? What was her deal with him? Mike's a great monster, an incredible mentor and one who was coaching all of them to be excellent Scarers, even him and Brandon who passed, were learning from Mike's genius.

"No. He works harder than anyone. He's my best friend." stated Randall, getting in front of Mike.

As much as the Dean scared him, he couldn't just sit by and let her bring down his chum. Mike's done so much for him and they've grown closer throughout all of it, their friendship and trust in each other almost unbreakable.

"But do you think he's scary?" questioned Dean Hardscrabble.

"He's the heart and soul of the entire team!" yelled Randall.

"Do you think he's scary?" repeated the Dean.

Randall fell silent as he heard the words repeated to him once again. Turning to leave, the Dean gave one last final look to Randall as she departs, as the lizard monster begins to look over at Mike, concerned about him.

Mike just shrugged it off like it was nothing, going back to speaking with his fans and giving them tips on how to be excellent when it comes to the field of scaring.

"Something on your mind, Randy?" asked Brandon from behind, wrapping his arms lovingly around his boyfriend.

Feeling the loving warmth Brandon provided by the embrace settled Randall down, as he held onto the Beast's arms and smiles a little, sighing as he felt Brandon cuddling into him as they held each other, though his mind was thinking about what Dean Hardscrabble had said.

"Yeah. I'm fine, Brandon." whispered Randall, frowning as he looks over to Mike with concern.

"You don't have to hide something from me, Randall. I heard the Dean too." replied Brandon, releasing Randall from the hug and going over to face him. "She doesn't think Mike's scary."

Randall winced as he heard those words. He hated them, it was sickening hearing something like that. But as he thought back to how Mike had tried to scare them and neither of them even flinched at it, he had to wonder if perhaps the Dean's words and her skepticism actually had some merit after all.

As much as he hated that she was right, there was no denying it. Mike, even with all his book smarts and fearless nature and determination just wasn't enough. He couldn't even cause two very nerdy and gay monsters to even flinch an inch. Squishy even proved to be scarier than Mike during the previous challenge.

"I know you don't like it. But when she kicked Mike from the program, she said he lacked something that couldn't be taught." frowned Brandon, the chilling reality of her words finally coming down on him like a ton of bricks.

"Mike's not scary." whispered Randall, feeling sick to his stomach at saying those words.

You're not scary. For all his fearlessness and determination, his genius intellect and knowledge on scaring children, he just wasn't scary. He wears the trappings of a monster, he can roar like a monster, but he lacks one vital quality and it's the one that cannot be taught.

At tomorrow night's final game, if all six of them score well, but Mike does not, then not only will he be crushed and have to walk away from MU, but Art and the others wouldn't be allowed into the Scaring Program, and Randall would have to say goodbye to his best friend. All of it will go down the drain, they needed to do something!

"So, what are we gonna do, Randall?" asked Brandon, lowering his horns as he cuddled up to Randall.

"I don't know, Brandon. I don't know." whispered Randall, wrapping his arms tightly around his beastly boyfriend and holding him close. "Mike's not scary."

Randall and Brandon both knew what would happen if they lost the Simulated Scare, and it frightened them so much, neither wanted to even think of what would happen, along with the pain of seeing Mike humiliated and expelled, his dreams destroyed and his heart broken into a million pieces.

Hand in hand, the two withdrew from the crowd and headed off into the darkness of night. They had a lot on their minds and Randall was perhaps the most scared about it all. He gulped as he looked down and removed his glasses, tears threatening to fall as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"I'm gonna... have to tell him... he's not scary." Randall sighed sadly, a tear falling from his eye and hitting the pavement.