For those of you that are confused, yes, this IS the same story as what
Sean had put up, but now I've got my own account, I can put it up myself.
If you have already read what was up there before, skip to S5-Meeting Once
Again.
I apologise if you had already reviewed it before as now it has been wiped off, and you are definitely not obliged to review again, but for people who have not previously reviewed, I do really appreciate it. Without them, I probably won't bother carrying on so please, please let me know what you think so far!
Oh and the characters from the sacred film Monsters Inc. are not mine, but all the others are my creation and I own them. Wow. I own people. Cool.
The Past Part 1- Childhood
Chapter 1- Foul Awakening
The morning sun rose as the hundreds of monsters that inhabited the city awoke from their slumber. It was a beautiful day, and as the dozens of birds sang out their cheerful songs, everybody prepared and looked forward to their busy day ahead; going to work or school, meeting friends, and having a good time.
Except for one monster.
This particular monster lay in bed awaiting the click of the door being unlocked and opened, allowing him to get on with another day of torture.
He waited, but no click came. Instead, there was a loud thumping noise in the corridor and then an ear-splitting screech emitted from someone near by. The young monster, named Randall, clambered out of bed and sidled towards the door as though a human was standing behind it. He cautiously raised one of his for arms and clutched the door-knob with a shaky three- fingered hand. As he slowly twisted the golden handle a series of roars and cries filled the room.
The door burst open like an exploding balloon and half a dozen monsters ran through it knocking Randall onto the thread bare floor.
As Randall opened one of his eyes, he realized that a big fat creature was lying in the doorway. It was a social worker!
"Those stupid idiots must have stolen the keys off of her and left her lying there while they unlocked my bedroom door," Randall thought to himself. He was just about to chance another glance but his vision was cut off by a gigantic hand coming into contact with one of his lime-green eyes.
"Hello Lizard-Boy," growled the menace that had punched him. "Just doing our daily raid, right guys?"
Several monsters grunted. As the large monster finally got off Randall, another monster, older and feminine, came into the darkened room. A badge, pin-less as it easily stuck on her green, gooey chest, stated "Social Worker Mary Thorn."
"BREAKFAST TIME LADS!" she bellowed, her voice croaky with age. She turned around and slimed her way out the room, completely ignoring the fact that the room was a complete mess as the few family-momentums the lizard monster had prized for so long had either been smashed or eaten. As for Randall, well he had been pushed against a wall and pulverized by monsters three times the size of him.
But obviously breakfast was a lot more tempting than beating a monster to a worthless pulp. As the ruffians rushed out the room in search for the most important meal of the day, Randall shakily stood up and rubbed the bruises that covered his arms and tail.
He wasn't going to bother with breakfast; he hadn't done for years, especially with the other horrible monsters that occupied the lonely orphanage. Anyway, he didn't feel like eating after such a rude awakening that morning.
Chapter 2- Memories
Walking over to the shattered mirror Randall took a fleeting look at the calendar that lay torn across the floor. It was the second of March.
His birthday.
He sighed heavily as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"It doesn't matter what day it is; Christmas, Easter, or even my birthday, they will still come and ruin my life," he said quietly to himself. He was very prone to speaking to himself as he hadn't got any friends or family. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized how thin he was getting. Randall, being a lizard-monster, was naturally quite thin but his ribs were starting to show and that was a bad sign for any monster. He made a mental note in his mind to get up earlier and grab a bit of breakfast before the rest of the orphanage awoke.
He tore himself away from the mirror and decided to busy himself with tidying up his room. As he bent down to scoop up some discarded paper he noticed something glistening in the corner. Intrigued, he dropped the rubbish that he was holding and went to see what it was. As he picked it up with one of his lower hands, he identified the object and a pang of uncontrollable sadness filled his heart.
It was a necklace; a silver necklace that his twin sister, the last of his family left, had given to him as an early birthday present. It had to be early because she knew that she wasn't going to be there on their birthday.
Memories flooded into Randall's head as visions of what happened swept by him; the look on Marie's face as she told her only sibling that she was being adopted; the final evening they spent together as she gave him her beautiful necklace to remember her by; when he was giving her last one hug before she was taken away with her foster parents.
Then his mood abruptly changed.
The tears that had been flowing down his purple cheeks were stemmed by an emotion so powerful that no living being can control it; anger.
Why hadn't the foster parents taken both of them rather than just Marie? Why was the only family he had taken away from him? And why hadn't Marie written to him?
Randall had made her promise to write as often as possible but he hadn't heard from her ever since she had left! He threw the semi-precious necklace across the room in a bout of fury and growled in frustration. Life had never gone his way, and it didn't look as though it would in the future, either. If only the Winds of Change would blow his way for once.
Chapter 3- Deserted
His mild tantrum was interrupted by a distinct rumbling filing the room. Randall's fronds jerked up as he leapt towards the window. It was the bus!
He grabbed his bag and ran down the stairs gasping and repeating in his head "please let me catch it." He threw open the large wooden door of the orphanage and swiftly slithered past the colossal trees that filled the garden. Randall ran as fast as his four legs could take him as he squinted against the morning sun. The bus was still there! He was going to make it!
But just as he ran through the rusty gates, passing some spectacular windswept daffodils, the bus's long continuative growl increased to a load rumbling roar and the bus slowly made its way onto the main road.
"WAIT! STOP!" Randall panted, chest heaving.
In a last ditch attempt he jumped up and tried to cling onto the side of the green bus with his suction fingers and toes, but to no avail. He just slipped off; it had rained the night before.
"Oh, this is just friggin' ridiculous!" Randall shouted, his short-tempered personality rearing its ugly face.
"Oh for." He had kicked a rock that lay on the pavement in annoyance which resulted in him hurting his toe. As he winced with pain he realized that he had better get a move on otherwise he might be late for school. He let out another deep sigh and started to make his way.
Chapter 4- Waternoose's Plan
"Don't bother to take a seat. This will only be brief." Harold N. Waternoose, older brother of Henry J. Waternoose, sitting behind his desk stared at his small orange friend.
"Bring in the last of the monster children and put them in the cellar. Make sure word doesn't get out. I need to test the machine as quickly as possible so I don't need any mistakes from you and your henchmen. Understood?"
The tiny creature nodded, but a thought came into his head; one that he couldn't ignore.
"Sir.I was just wondering.what about the parents? Surely they would notice if their children went missing and the CDA might get involved."
While Waternoose listened patiently, he stood up and gazed out the window. Once his company had finished explaining he then added his own ideas to the discussion.
"Don't worry about that. Rest assured the CDA will not know what's going on because I will make certain that the parents won't get a chance to tell them. They won't have a clue what's going on until it's too late."
I apologise if you had already reviewed it before as now it has been wiped off, and you are definitely not obliged to review again, but for people who have not previously reviewed, I do really appreciate it. Without them, I probably won't bother carrying on so please, please let me know what you think so far!
Oh and the characters from the sacred film Monsters Inc. are not mine, but all the others are my creation and I own them. Wow. I own people. Cool.
The Past Part 1- Childhood
Chapter 1- Foul Awakening
The morning sun rose as the hundreds of monsters that inhabited the city awoke from their slumber. It was a beautiful day, and as the dozens of birds sang out their cheerful songs, everybody prepared and looked forward to their busy day ahead; going to work or school, meeting friends, and having a good time.
Except for one monster.
This particular monster lay in bed awaiting the click of the door being unlocked and opened, allowing him to get on with another day of torture.
He waited, but no click came. Instead, there was a loud thumping noise in the corridor and then an ear-splitting screech emitted from someone near by. The young monster, named Randall, clambered out of bed and sidled towards the door as though a human was standing behind it. He cautiously raised one of his for arms and clutched the door-knob with a shaky three- fingered hand. As he slowly twisted the golden handle a series of roars and cries filled the room.
The door burst open like an exploding balloon and half a dozen monsters ran through it knocking Randall onto the thread bare floor.
As Randall opened one of his eyes, he realized that a big fat creature was lying in the doorway. It was a social worker!
"Those stupid idiots must have stolen the keys off of her and left her lying there while they unlocked my bedroom door," Randall thought to himself. He was just about to chance another glance but his vision was cut off by a gigantic hand coming into contact with one of his lime-green eyes.
"Hello Lizard-Boy," growled the menace that had punched him. "Just doing our daily raid, right guys?"
Several monsters grunted. As the large monster finally got off Randall, another monster, older and feminine, came into the darkened room. A badge, pin-less as it easily stuck on her green, gooey chest, stated "Social Worker Mary Thorn."
"BREAKFAST TIME LADS!" she bellowed, her voice croaky with age. She turned around and slimed her way out the room, completely ignoring the fact that the room was a complete mess as the few family-momentums the lizard monster had prized for so long had either been smashed or eaten. As for Randall, well he had been pushed against a wall and pulverized by monsters three times the size of him.
But obviously breakfast was a lot more tempting than beating a monster to a worthless pulp. As the ruffians rushed out the room in search for the most important meal of the day, Randall shakily stood up and rubbed the bruises that covered his arms and tail.
He wasn't going to bother with breakfast; he hadn't done for years, especially with the other horrible monsters that occupied the lonely orphanage. Anyway, he didn't feel like eating after such a rude awakening that morning.
Chapter 2- Memories
Walking over to the shattered mirror Randall took a fleeting look at the calendar that lay torn across the floor. It was the second of March.
His birthday.
He sighed heavily as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"It doesn't matter what day it is; Christmas, Easter, or even my birthday, they will still come and ruin my life," he said quietly to himself. He was very prone to speaking to himself as he hadn't got any friends or family. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized how thin he was getting. Randall, being a lizard-monster, was naturally quite thin but his ribs were starting to show and that was a bad sign for any monster. He made a mental note in his mind to get up earlier and grab a bit of breakfast before the rest of the orphanage awoke.
He tore himself away from the mirror and decided to busy himself with tidying up his room. As he bent down to scoop up some discarded paper he noticed something glistening in the corner. Intrigued, he dropped the rubbish that he was holding and went to see what it was. As he picked it up with one of his lower hands, he identified the object and a pang of uncontrollable sadness filled his heart.
It was a necklace; a silver necklace that his twin sister, the last of his family left, had given to him as an early birthday present. It had to be early because she knew that she wasn't going to be there on their birthday.
Memories flooded into Randall's head as visions of what happened swept by him; the look on Marie's face as she told her only sibling that she was being adopted; the final evening they spent together as she gave him her beautiful necklace to remember her by; when he was giving her last one hug before she was taken away with her foster parents.
Then his mood abruptly changed.
The tears that had been flowing down his purple cheeks were stemmed by an emotion so powerful that no living being can control it; anger.
Why hadn't the foster parents taken both of them rather than just Marie? Why was the only family he had taken away from him? And why hadn't Marie written to him?
Randall had made her promise to write as often as possible but he hadn't heard from her ever since she had left! He threw the semi-precious necklace across the room in a bout of fury and growled in frustration. Life had never gone his way, and it didn't look as though it would in the future, either. If only the Winds of Change would blow his way for once.
Chapter 3- Deserted
His mild tantrum was interrupted by a distinct rumbling filing the room. Randall's fronds jerked up as he leapt towards the window. It was the bus!
He grabbed his bag and ran down the stairs gasping and repeating in his head "please let me catch it." He threw open the large wooden door of the orphanage and swiftly slithered past the colossal trees that filled the garden. Randall ran as fast as his four legs could take him as he squinted against the morning sun. The bus was still there! He was going to make it!
But just as he ran through the rusty gates, passing some spectacular windswept daffodils, the bus's long continuative growl increased to a load rumbling roar and the bus slowly made its way onto the main road.
"WAIT! STOP!" Randall panted, chest heaving.
In a last ditch attempt he jumped up and tried to cling onto the side of the green bus with his suction fingers and toes, but to no avail. He just slipped off; it had rained the night before.
"Oh, this is just friggin' ridiculous!" Randall shouted, his short-tempered personality rearing its ugly face.
"Oh for." He had kicked a rock that lay on the pavement in annoyance which resulted in him hurting his toe. As he winced with pain he realized that he had better get a move on otherwise he might be late for school. He let out another deep sigh and started to make his way.
Chapter 4- Waternoose's Plan
"Don't bother to take a seat. This will only be brief." Harold N. Waternoose, older brother of Henry J. Waternoose, sitting behind his desk stared at his small orange friend.
"Bring in the last of the monster children and put them in the cellar. Make sure word doesn't get out. I need to test the machine as quickly as possible so I don't need any mistakes from you and your henchmen. Understood?"
The tiny creature nodded, but a thought came into his head; one that he couldn't ignore.
"Sir.I was just wondering.what about the parents? Surely they would notice if their children went missing and the CDA might get involved."
While Waternoose listened patiently, he stood up and gazed out the window. Once his company had finished explaining he then added his own ideas to the discussion.
"Don't worry about that. Rest assured the CDA will not know what's going on because I will make certain that the parents won't get a chance to tell them. They won't have a clue what's going on until it's too late."
