A/N okay, this hasn't been updated nearly as often as we had hoped. Took
won't let me on to type when she's not around. And since she's never
around, that means less story for you guys. But good news! Now we're on
spring break so there'll time a plenty to work! Maybe we'll even get a
story done! Anyways, thanks to y'all who reviewed, we're thankful.
By the way, this chapter ain't all that great, but at least it's long, right?
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I continued on through the day where Celia had put me, but soon it was too monotonous even for me. Swipe the card; load the canister; send it to the dorks with the cart when it was full; not exactly a rousing display of self- satisfying work. After an hour or two (I hadn't had a sandwich since I had left home and it was starting to take it' toll on me) I got to talking to the guy in the next station. Said his name was Phlegm, I think. His assistant had missed the day and he asked me to lend a hand. I didn't think I was doing too well, but it seemed like I was good enough to handle two stations. Phlegm didn't take long in the rooms, and as we waited for the next door I managed to figure out what it was this place was for.
"Oh yeah, this place use to be horrible. There was a scream shortage and there wasn't enough power for the city. They threatened to close the plant, actually. Of course, things really improved once they got rid of Waternoose and that Randall guy." I dropped the canister I was loading to stare at him. I hadn't interrupted cause I was hoping that he would share some food with me whenever we managed to get a break, but this got my attention.
"Randall? Randall who?"
"Randall. I don't know much about him; he was gone not long after I got hired. From what I understand he was banished to the human world." Phlegm stretched as a bell rang through the room. I ignored the lunchbox he pulled from a nearby desk. "Tried to fix the power shortage by kidnapping kids and sucking the screams out of 'em. Least, that's what was in the company play."
"So this Randall...bad guy, right?"
"Yep." Phlegm shoved half a sandwich into his mouth, holding the other half out to me. I took it, but I didn't eat it. All I could do was stare at him.
"Was he...uh...by any chance Godzilla-ish? And purple with this weird 'blend into your surroundings' trick?" Phlegm shrugged, mentioning again that he'd never really met him. I'd had enough of this. If Randall wasn't really telling me what was going on, I was out of here. If I found the others maybe we could all make a break for it.
With a wave I left the floor, attempting to bite into my sandwich. Finding the guys would've been a piece of cake back home, but here...everybody was fuzzy. I'd already spotted three or four dead-ringers for Peka. I didn't know where to go. My best bet seemed to be staying with Randall until I could figure things out.
Stay with Randall...what a hoedown that would be. I knew something wasn't right about him. Didn't I tell you? And here he'd been a stinkin' kidnapper all the time. Kind of made me wonder what he wanted with me. I wasn't a kid, so he couldn't be after power or anything. Revenge? Phlegm had said he was one of the top guys here before he got caught, had he come back for whoever had turned him in?
I stopped when I saw a mass of blue fur up ahead. I remembered suddenly what I was supposed to be doing. This big, furry guy must've been Sullivan. Everything seemed to click. Sullivan was CEO of Monsters Incorporated now, Randall wanted to get a hold of him, and I was the one who was going to bring him to Randall. Clutching my sandwich, I sprinted off down the hall toward him (well, I tried to sprint, it slowed to a jog).
"Hey you! Sullivan! I gotta talk to ya!"
***
"Stay calm? Stay calm!? You expect me to stay calm!?" Mike was squeaking. It's a pitiful thing to see, but he was indeed squeaking. Sitting on the sink, he curled into a fetal position. "I'm going to lose my job...Sully's family will probably disown me..."
"Oh come on, it's not THAT bad." Peka had been trying to reason with him, but she finally lost her patience. Mike's fear seemed to be ungrounded (it actually was) and she was sick of hearing it. "For crying out loud, Mike! We walked through the factory with you! Nobody said a word."
"I thought I saw an odd look or two..." Stitch grinned from where he had settled against the stalls near 593. Peka threw him a look.
"You know, you're really not helping." Peka planted her hands on her hips, fixing Mike with her best motherly look she usually reserved for Lilo. He hardly noticed.
"Once was enough...why me? Why is it always me, god?" he waved a finger in the general direction of Lilo.
"What, you're upset because of HER?" Stitch giggled, flopping over onto his side. "She's only six! It's not like she going to kill you."
"Yeah, I know, but everyone out there doesn't!" Mike hopped off the sink, his fetal position abandoned. "Who knows what they'll say? For all they know she could carry the plague!" Lilo scowled at him.
"Are you saying I'm infected?"
"No I'm just saying that you could be." Lilo tried to jump onto him, but she was stopped in midair by Stitch. He shook his head at her and pointed to the open door. A giant furry orange monster was watching them all with an amused grin. Mike yelped.
"Frank! Hey, isn't it time for lunch? There's nothing to see here, let's go." He attempted to push the larger monster out the door.
"Mike, why are you hiding in the bathroom with a bunch of kids?"
"Long story, Frank. Maybe some other time, okay?" Frank allowed himself to be shunted away. Mike returned to the men's room to see four triumphant smirks.
"See," Peka smiled sweetly. "I told you there wouldn't be any problems."
"Whatever." Mike said, climbing back onto the sink. "You said you're looking for your friend, right? I'll help, but only after I eat."
By the way, this chapter ain't all that great, but at least it's long, right?
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I continued on through the day where Celia had put me, but soon it was too monotonous even for me. Swipe the card; load the canister; send it to the dorks with the cart when it was full; not exactly a rousing display of self- satisfying work. After an hour or two (I hadn't had a sandwich since I had left home and it was starting to take it' toll on me) I got to talking to the guy in the next station. Said his name was Phlegm, I think. His assistant had missed the day and he asked me to lend a hand. I didn't think I was doing too well, but it seemed like I was good enough to handle two stations. Phlegm didn't take long in the rooms, and as we waited for the next door I managed to figure out what it was this place was for.
"Oh yeah, this place use to be horrible. There was a scream shortage and there wasn't enough power for the city. They threatened to close the plant, actually. Of course, things really improved once they got rid of Waternoose and that Randall guy." I dropped the canister I was loading to stare at him. I hadn't interrupted cause I was hoping that he would share some food with me whenever we managed to get a break, but this got my attention.
"Randall? Randall who?"
"Randall. I don't know much about him; he was gone not long after I got hired. From what I understand he was banished to the human world." Phlegm stretched as a bell rang through the room. I ignored the lunchbox he pulled from a nearby desk. "Tried to fix the power shortage by kidnapping kids and sucking the screams out of 'em. Least, that's what was in the company play."
"So this Randall...bad guy, right?"
"Yep." Phlegm shoved half a sandwich into his mouth, holding the other half out to me. I took it, but I didn't eat it. All I could do was stare at him.
"Was he...uh...by any chance Godzilla-ish? And purple with this weird 'blend into your surroundings' trick?" Phlegm shrugged, mentioning again that he'd never really met him. I'd had enough of this. If Randall wasn't really telling me what was going on, I was out of here. If I found the others maybe we could all make a break for it.
With a wave I left the floor, attempting to bite into my sandwich. Finding the guys would've been a piece of cake back home, but here...everybody was fuzzy. I'd already spotted three or four dead-ringers for Peka. I didn't know where to go. My best bet seemed to be staying with Randall until I could figure things out.
Stay with Randall...what a hoedown that would be. I knew something wasn't right about him. Didn't I tell you? And here he'd been a stinkin' kidnapper all the time. Kind of made me wonder what he wanted with me. I wasn't a kid, so he couldn't be after power or anything. Revenge? Phlegm had said he was one of the top guys here before he got caught, had he come back for whoever had turned him in?
I stopped when I saw a mass of blue fur up ahead. I remembered suddenly what I was supposed to be doing. This big, furry guy must've been Sullivan. Everything seemed to click. Sullivan was CEO of Monsters Incorporated now, Randall wanted to get a hold of him, and I was the one who was going to bring him to Randall. Clutching my sandwich, I sprinted off down the hall toward him (well, I tried to sprint, it slowed to a jog).
"Hey you! Sullivan! I gotta talk to ya!"
***
"Stay calm? Stay calm!? You expect me to stay calm!?" Mike was squeaking. It's a pitiful thing to see, but he was indeed squeaking. Sitting on the sink, he curled into a fetal position. "I'm going to lose my job...Sully's family will probably disown me..."
"Oh come on, it's not THAT bad." Peka had been trying to reason with him, but she finally lost her patience. Mike's fear seemed to be ungrounded (it actually was) and she was sick of hearing it. "For crying out loud, Mike! We walked through the factory with you! Nobody said a word."
"I thought I saw an odd look or two..." Stitch grinned from where he had settled against the stalls near 593. Peka threw him a look.
"You know, you're really not helping." Peka planted her hands on her hips, fixing Mike with her best motherly look she usually reserved for Lilo. He hardly noticed.
"Once was enough...why me? Why is it always me, god?" he waved a finger in the general direction of Lilo.
"What, you're upset because of HER?" Stitch giggled, flopping over onto his side. "She's only six! It's not like she going to kill you."
"Yeah, I know, but everyone out there doesn't!" Mike hopped off the sink, his fetal position abandoned. "Who knows what they'll say? For all they know she could carry the plague!" Lilo scowled at him.
"Are you saying I'm infected?"
"No I'm just saying that you could be." Lilo tried to jump onto him, but she was stopped in midair by Stitch. He shook his head at her and pointed to the open door. A giant furry orange monster was watching them all with an amused grin. Mike yelped.
"Frank! Hey, isn't it time for lunch? There's nothing to see here, let's go." He attempted to push the larger monster out the door.
"Mike, why are you hiding in the bathroom with a bunch of kids?"
"Long story, Frank. Maybe some other time, okay?" Frank allowed himself to be shunted away. Mike returned to the men's room to see four triumphant smirks.
"See," Peka smiled sweetly. "I told you there wouldn't be any problems."
"Whatever." Mike said, climbing back onto the sink. "You said you're looking for your friend, right? I'll help, but only after I eat."
