Decided to post a Monsters Inc and Gargoyles story. Have fun!

Randall gave a shout of pain as that metal shovel struck him hard in his stomach, causing him to feel dizzy and fall to the floor. The crazy woman continued to beat the hell out of him.

"Get the gator outta my house!" She shrieked to her only son, who nodded after his mother managed to knock the thing out. He dragged the pretty heavy lizard thing out of their trailer, taking him as far away from their home.

He tossed Randall near the swamp that was in the bayou they lived in. "You deserve to be left for dead, Gator. Them others can feast off of ya corpse!" Growled the teen human before marching back up to the trailer.

Randall hardly regarded that human's words, but he didn't care either way. He felt so terrible, wincing when trying his best to pull himself away from the wet areas to a dry spot. That woman was insane! She didn't hesitate to beat him to death the moment she set her eyes on what she thought was an alligator.

He wasn't a gator, though. Randall was an actual monster who had been illegally banished from his home of Monstropolis by his nemeses, Wazowski and Sullivan. His story was a bit more complicated to explain, why but right now he was too sore to think about anything other than rage, revenge, pain, and homesickness. He had already been in the human world enough to want to go home.

"Damn you, Sullivan! When I go home, you'll get what is coming to you!" He hissed hoarsely, managing to find a drier area under a tree, where he could study his wounds better. There were bad cuts and bruise marks all over his purple scales. He knew he needed a few days before he could get away from this place.

…

He had now lived in this bayou for a month now, having survived his injuries well enough by stealing medicine from another house. Over time from his robberies, Randall had been getting noticed. He knew he couldn't keep this up for too long and have the humans charge at him, plus loneliness was catching up, too. He had to go home.

But maybe he could stay just one more time, steal some more things for travelling. Randall nodded at his decision.

Randall made his way to a farm. He knew these humans were dangerous, but perhaps could find some food there to take with him. He turned invisible and stealthily climbed through an open window into their kitchen.

He spotted a canteen and filled it with water. Nobody was around but kept his eyes open anyways. Next, he took some bread, an apple, and some cheese, stowing it into his knapsack he found once.

After that Randall quietly made his way out. But unfortunately, the window banged against the sill when going out, alerting one farmer, who was ready to kill anything. Randall gasped, quickly running for it as the human pulled out his gun. He hated guns.

Randall ended up tripping on a root that turned off his stealth mode, revealing himself. The human man smirked, moving closer.

"Ah, you're that thief, aren't you? I heard stories. But it is time to say hello to my gun here…" he sneered. Randall snarled, using his tail, tripping the human. It gave him an advantage to break for it, running for the nearest road to the highway, which is what he wanted.

A bullet nearly struck him, and he kept dodging until he was out of firing range, seeing a truck just leaving. Jumping as high as he could, Randall just made it, collapsing to the floor in exhaustion, relieved that he made it.

As the truck rolled along Randall did his best to get some sleep wondering what would become of him whenever this truck ended its journey.