As the day continues, they learn that Randall has a fear of spiders.

Chapter 13: Arachnophobia

Everyone watched as Randall limped out of the factory. They couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the reptile. He was a beaten monster by the time work was over. Everyone had went over to Celia's apartment to read the next chapter of the book. One of the assistants, Betty had taken the book.

"I'll read this time," She told them. "Chapter 13: Arachnophobia. Since my little runaway incident, I had gotten glasses. Thick, purple round classes. It turned out that over the course of the years I was going blind, not by a disease, but since I got beaten in the head so much, that section of my brain that controlled my sight has been failing over the years. So I was labeled legally blind. Since then me, Fungus and Cheyenne had entered high school. I had bumped up to Cheyenne's class along with Fungus.

"This is so awesome!" Cheyenne exclaimed as she leaned next to my locker. "Can you believe this? You're going to the nationals again! That's your… what? Fifth time?"

"Sixth."

"Dang Randall, how can you memorize spelling all those words?" Fungus asked, repositioning his glasses.

"It's really not that hard. Some people have a special way to remember. Since I have a photographic memory, I don't need a routine."

"We better get to class, we don't want the teacher to bite our heads off and spit them out. Urg, math, I don't get it."

"I like science. It's English that's my main thing." I replied, following her.

"We all have our weakness," Fungus added. "I should get to Biology. See you later guys!"

Me and Cheyenne walked over to our math class. About half way there, I noticed that I forgotten my math binder.

"I'll catch up later, I forgot my math binder and homework." I told her.

"Okay, I'll see if I can cause trouble."

I ran off to my locker, opening it and picked up the blue binder. I was suddenly pulled back and shoved to the ground, my glasses flying off. I flipped over feeling for them.

"My glasses," I whimpered, feeling for them. "I can't see a thing without my glasses,"

I felt my glasses and placed my hand on them, only to feel someone stepping on it, keeping it from moving.

"Um… could you please move your hand?" I asked.

"I don't think so Randork,"

My blind eyes widen. It was Bruno! Not him. I tried to pull my hand back, but his foot prevented me. He grabbed me and slammed me into my locker.

"I think it's time for your daily case of pain," Bruno replied.

"Yea! Pain!" Rico echoed.

I don't know what happened, but I assumed that Bruno punched him.

"Ow! What I do? What I do?"

I felt something slam into my chest, causing me to place my hands around it. I heard a crunch, causing my stomach to tighten.

"Oops, did I step on your glasses? My bad." A heard Skeeter replied.

"Enjoy your gift, Lizard-boy," Bruno sneered, slamming my locker door shut, keeping me from escaping.

Gift? I ran my hand over whatever was in my hands. It felt smooth, rounded and going up. It wasn't that big as I could tell. It was more like a large jar. It didn't have a top. Why didn't it have one? I stick my hand in it and I swore my heart jumped to my throat. I could feel something fuzzy, and it had a lot of legs and there was more than one that I could tell. I bit my lip. Suddenly it bit me and I screamed. Not in fear, but more like surprise. But man did it hurt! I dropped the jar, and whatever was in it, cradling my hand.

I started banging on my locker.

"Help! Hello! Is anyone out there?" I called.

A shiver went up my spine. I could feel the prickly, fuzzy legs climbing over my feet and climbing up my legs. I felt small bites on me, causing me to bang on the door.

"Help! Help!" I wailed.

I don't know what was crawling on me, but I didn't want it to. I felt my blood turn ice cold as the creatures climbed on me. I don't know how long I was in there, but it was torture.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I screamed.

I felt that I was getting weaker. I kept banging on my locker, calling for help. But every moment I did, I felt that my voice was getting farther and farther away. I was so dizzy, light-headed. Whatever was trapped in here with me, I didn't want to be around ever again. I was blind, shaking, getting sick from whatever bit me.

"Help!" I screamed one last time.

Suddenly I heard someone.

"Ran? Is that you dude?"

"Cheyenne! Get me out!" I coughed.

"Okay, hold on!" she replied, putting in my locker combo.

I screamed as I felt one of the creatures bit my shoulder. The door flung opened, having me fall onto the ground, wildly flaring around to get that fuzzy demon off me.

"Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" I told her.

"Ew! Spiders!" she exclaimed, getting them off of me.

I shuddered, shaking as I dusted myself off.

"I-I-I," I stuttered, clinging on her.

"It's going to be okay, Ran. What happened to your glasses?"

"Sk-Sk-Skeeter..." I replied, still clinging onto her arm. "H-h-he stepped on them…"

"What?"

I felt something on my foot and screamed. Cheyenne moved me to the side and I heard something get squashed. I felt myself fall back and she grabbed me, supporting me.

"Are you okay?"

"I-I-I don't f-f-feel so g-good…" I told her.

"I'll go take you to the nurse. Those idiots! Putting a jar of poisonous red back tarantulas in with you!"

"P-p-poisonous?" I echoed.

She guided me to the nurse's office.

"Nurse help!" Cheyenne told her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Randall was shoved into a locker with poisonous red back tarantulas and he got bit by them! Can you help him?"

"Tarantulas? I can't do anything except send him to the hospital."

"Well call them before he dies!"

Die? I didn't want to die. I had too much to do! I whimpered as I looked around. I never want to be around spiders ever again and I want my back-up glasses! I can't stand to not see anything. It hurt to move, blink, breathe.

"Lie him down on one of the medical bed I got. I'll call the hospital now."

As Cheyenne laid me down, I felt a jolt of pain run up my arm, causing me to sit up and cry out in pain. It hurt so much. I don't know how long I had to wait for the ambulance but it felt like forever. I couldn't bear to blink. All I could see was the horrible, horrible, horrible spiders crawling all over me. I shuddered. I could feel how I was getting weaker.

"It's going to be okay Ran," she told me as they pulled me into the ambulance.

I felt like I was going to die at some point. Oh it was so cold, so very, very, very cold. I felt someone prick me with a needle. I winced as they injected me. Ow… I should work out more. I could feel every drop. Spooky. I don't think normal monsters could feel every drop of whatever it was. I felt better, not much but it was a lot better than what I was feeling from earlier. Ow, my eyes are hurting. Being without glasses can be such a problem.

"My glasses…" I muttered, trying to sit up.

"Whoa there kid, lay down."

I sighed as I did. I may not be able to see, but all I could see was those spiders. I couldn't help but shudder. We had arrived at the hospital. At that time I later learned that Cheyenne had shoved Bruno, Skeeter and Rico into a wall, threatening them. I had gotten an IV and some antidote that cured me. Close call too because I was swelling up like a balloon.

"Randall, are you okay?" a female asked.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes honey, it's going to be okay, you'll be okay."

I wish I would be okay. I couldn't see anything but those spiders, and I was still shaking. I had a new fear, I was blind and I knew that it was only going to get worst."

"Ew… spiders." Celia grimaced. "I can understand that."

"But he and spiders have a lot in common." Needleman pointed out. "They both have eight legs, they can climb walls…"

"And slimy, evil creatures," Mike added roughly.

"Mike," Sulley scowled.

"What?" he asked.

"Never mind," Sulley muttered. "We should get going."

I personally don't have a fear of spiders, but I can understand those that do. As for me, mine are snakes and geese.

What's will the group find out next? Stay tuned!