Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters in Monster's, Inc. or
Randall Boggs. They belong entirely to Pixar Studios.
Chapter Six: Aftermath
The next day at work Randall was slightly dreading. He wasn't scared of Slike or anything but yesterday she had seemed pretty mad. As he walked out of the locker rooms Mr. Waternoose came up to him.
"I just saw the report on my desk Randall, thank you for getting it. I just saw Slike though, so I guess you could have just let her bring it to me. Anyway, I got your new door. Your assistant already has the key." He said. Slike must have brought it, he thought.
"Yeah, welcome." Said Randall quickly. He got away from his boss without exposing that he hadn't given it to him.
Soon all the Scarers were on the scare floor doing their job. Randall closed the closet door behind him and chanced a glance over at Slike's station while Fungus readied a new door. The closet door opened and Slike came out. And Randall could hear them talking.
"Uh, Slike?" Thrasher questioned quietly.
"What?" She snapped, still obviously in a bad mood.
"It happened again." He raised the clipboard up in front of him ready for an explosion. Slike sighed and raised her hand, running it through her fronds.
"Ok, just... get another door." Thrasher gulped and looked thankful that she didn't blow up at him. Slike leaned against the desk in her station, rubbing the scar on the top of her head.
"Er, Slike?" He said telling her that the door was there. Slike shook her head vigorously before stalking into the room. Thrasher shut the door behind her than went and busied himself, messing with the scream tank. He tapped the meter that showed how full it was. He sighed in relief as it filled all the way. That was when he caught Randall watching him. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Randall answered before proceeding into the closet Fungus had prepared for him to scare in.
At the end of the day, Randall crossed the lobby and left Monsters, Inc. through the front doors. He got outside and felt how cold it really was. He reached up to pull his jacket closer to him to discover he didn't have it. Growling, he turned and stalked back into the lobby.
Deciding he had left it somewhere on the scare floor, since he had searched the locker room and not found it. He was in the small section of hall in front of Roz's desk when he could hear voices inside the floor.
"Sorry I can still see you." Said a small, more whimpering voice.
"What! Ugh." He knew that one. He was sure that was Slike.
"I'll try and help later but I better be leaving now." The voices stopped and Randall could hear footsteps coming towards him. Quickly camouflaged himself to match his surroundings as Thrasher walked by. He got down on all eight of his feet and crept over to where Slike was standing.
"One more time." She panted turning to glare at a door that had been left out. She stood in front of him and made a pained expression. Her body mixed up in colors. Some the yellow color of the door and other black and red.
"You're still there." Randall pointed out appearing in front of her. Slike's head snapped up to look at him.
"Enjoying yourself? Go ahead, Boggs, take pride in the fact I can't do it anymore." She hissed. "Tell Waternoose, get me fired, not like anyone would care."
"Slike,"
"Don't talk to me." She picked up her jacket and passed him to leave.
"Sye, I'm sorry." He said as she passed him. She froze staring straight ahead of her. Swallowing hard, he continued, "I'm sorry for what I said about your brother and for being such a jerk." She turned around slowly and looked at him.
"I thought you were never nice." Slike smiled slightly and stuck out her hand. "Apology accepted. Are we even?"
"Yeah, even." He paused and shook her hand. "But it's not like we're ever going to stop fighting."
"True but hey, momentary truce?"
"Deal." Randall then crossed his arms and frowned. "So, you can't camouflage yourself anymore? That's why you've dropped isn't it, you can't blend anymore?"
"Well you saw what happens when I try. Ever since that stupid human hit me I haven't been able to do it."
"I think I can help."
"How?" Randall grinned. It was one of those evil grins that he only did when he had an idea. "Uh oh."
Well to everyone who thought Randall needed a little romance in his life that was my idea too. Hope I'm getting it right. Cya in my next chappy! ^_^ Thanx!
Nox
Chapter Six: Aftermath
The next day at work Randall was slightly dreading. He wasn't scared of Slike or anything but yesterday she had seemed pretty mad. As he walked out of the locker rooms Mr. Waternoose came up to him.
"I just saw the report on my desk Randall, thank you for getting it. I just saw Slike though, so I guess you could have just let her bring it to me. Anyway, I got your new door. Your assistant already has the key." He said. Slike must have brought it, he thought.
"Yeah, welcome." Said Randall quickly. He got away from his boss without exposing that he hadn't given it to him.
Soon all the Scarers were on the scare floor doing their job. Randall closed the closet door behind him and chanced a glance over at Slike's station while Fungus readied a new door. The closet door opened and Slike came out. And Randall could hear them talking.
"Uh, Slike?" Thrasher questioned quietly.
"What?" She snapped, still obviously in a bad mood.
"It happened again." He raised the clipboard up in front of him ready for an explosion. Slike sighed and raised her hand, running it through her fronds.
"Ok, just... get another door." Thrasher gulped and looked thankful that she didn't blow up at him. Slike leaned against the desk in her station, rubbing the scar on the top of her head.
"Er, Slike?" He said telling her that the door was there. Slike shook her head vigorously before stalking into the room. Thrasher shut the door behind her than went and busied himself, messing with the scream tank. He tapped the meter that showed how full it was. He sighed in relief as it filled all the way. That was when he caught Randall watching him. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Randall answered before proceeding into the closet Fungus had prepared for him to scare in.
At the end of the day, Randall crossed the lobby and left Monsters, Inc. through the front doors. He got outside and felt how cold it really was. He reached up to pull his jacket closer to him to discover he didn't have it. Growling, he turned and stalked back into the lobby.
Deciding he had left it somewhere on the scare floor, since he had searched the locker room and not found it. He was in the small section of hall in front of Roz's desk when he could hear voices inside the floor.
"Sorry I can still see you." Said a small, more whimpering voice.
"What! Ugh." He knew that one. He was sure that was Slike.
"I'll try and help later but I better be leaving now." The voices stopped and Randall could hear footsteps coming towards him. Quickly camouflaged himself to match his surroundings as Thrasher walked by. He got down on all eight of his feet and crept over to where Slike was standing.
"One more time." She panted turning to glare at a door that had been left out. She stood in front of him and made a pained expression. Her body mixed up in colors. Some the yellow color of the door and other black and red.
"You're still there." Randall pointed out appearing in front of her. Slike's head snapped up to look at him.
"Enjoying yourself? Go ahead, Boggs, take pride in the fact I can't do it anymore." She hissed. "Tell Waternoose, get me fired, not like anyone would care."
"Slike,"
"Don't talk to me." She picked up her jacket and passed him to leave.
"Sye, I'm sorry." He said as she passed him. She froze staring straight ahead of her. Swallowing hard, he continued, "I'm sorry for what I said about your brother and for being such a jerk." She turned around slowly and looked at him.
"I thought you were never nice." Slike smiled slightly and stuck out her hand. "Apology accepted. Are we even?"
"Yeah, even." He paused and shook her hand. "But it's not like we're ever going to stop fighting."
"True but hey, momentary truce?"
"Deal." Randall then crossed his arms and frowned. "So, you can't camouflage yourself anymore? That's why you've dropped isn't it, you can't blend anymore?"
"Well you saw what happens when I try. Ever since that stupid human hit me I haven't been able to do it."
"I think I can help."
"How?" Randall grinned. It was one of those evil grins that he only did when he had an idea. "Uh oh."
Well to everyone who thought Randall needed a little romance in his life that was my idea too. Hope I'm getting it right. Cya in my next chappy! ^_^ Thanx!
Nox