Ah. With Randall sitting on his tail and watching t.v., I had to work. Lazy.

Anyway. This part is sorta setting up the current mood, as well as some plot setting. Once again, Sullivan's thoughts are shown. You can imagine that Randall had no want in doing them, so I had to handle it heh . Well enjoy.

Chapter 3 Working Questions

Randall calmly exited his latest door when the lunch bell rang. He grinned as he did, pressing the return switch on the door. Things were going well, so he accepted the creak, he earned it.

He went over to his station, looking for where he'd placed his lunch. "Oh! Here Randall...". He turned left, spotting Fungus with two pails in his hands. Randall grabbed his, rolling an eye as he did, starting out with his assistant. "Just take a break, second shift, maybe working a bit late..." Randall mumbled to himself. It was always a good idea to remind himself where he was going and what he was going to do. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it was chaotic.

He could hardly think with Fungus talking about how when they would break the record, calculating up Randall's average and all. Randall reminded himself that Fungus half-liked being on the winning team, something Randall enjoyed as well. Still, he didn't mind much at all. Excluding fans, the only friend Randall had at the time, or rather what would come close to one, was Fungus. Known him since they were kids, or at least middle school. They lost touch for awhile, that is until they decided that Fungus would be his assistant. Randall wasn't much overjoyed, both were surprised.

Randall noticed Sully at the corner of his eye. With a "gun shaped" point of a finger, Randall remarked. "Anytime now" he said. Sully just rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile. It wasn't boasting or a put down. It was simply that no one had ever been able to break Fang's record, and its always hope that somebody would break it, and Randall was the closest.

Lunch was a normal occasion for Randall now. The first couple of weeks of his job, he worked over his lunch time to get some extra canisters in. Now, since he was ahead by allot, he could finally join everyone else, which he didn't like, but it was where a few of his fans were. The first time he cam in the room everyone went quiet. But now a days, nobody minded. He simply took a seat beside Fungus an a few workers on the same floor, like Ranft and Ricky. Randall always thought they sat with him so they'd find out what made him so good, though Randall would only say it was his skill.

The second shift ended earlier than it had started, everyone from Floor F starting out. Fungus started ordering and arranging the papers for Roz. Randall was looking over a few of the kids he'd scared while grabbing a sheet of his own off the station. Feeling finished now, he told Fungus he would catch up later. Use to this, Fungus left. Randall grinned as he looked over the sheet of paper in front of him. It was a tally of the numbers he did today. He always recorded from time to time, to see how he was doing. Every day he was getting better and better. He was getting use to it. He liked being a scarer. It was a fulfilling job.

Randall turned back, placing all his hands on the table's rim, looking at the empty door station ahead. He smirked to himself. He'd gone so far now. All it took was a little work, careful spending and saving. He was glad he was able to keep the same apartment, getting a house would decimate his pay. Not to mention he'd had a knack for not buying that much food. He did get enough for a good and overly great meal. Still, he got by pretty well.

He looked back at the sheet, looking it over again.

It would probably take a few more months to break the record, but Randall was willing to wait. A promise took time, so he could. Still, there was also that thought of where most of his money was heading for. Randall smiled. Hiring someone to find "them" was going to cost allot, especially for someone like him. Finding the right person to do so is a tough decision. Randall could do it himself, but he had to remain here for another promise.

A few rolls of a cart broke his thought as he looked back at the floor's entrance, sure enough, Sully was coming by with his bucket and mop, heading to the company's entrance then to the supply room, which Randall knew Sully was going. He grabbed the few things he brought, his pail and a case with a few items he specifically made and had, especially putting on his coat. Sully stopped upon seeing Randall on the floor, coming towards him now.

"Working late?" Sully asked. It was just a question, he was use to seeing Randall work a few doors for some more canisters, just to impress Waternoose, or to simply light a few more homes. Randall stopped at the end of the dispatch office. "No….not today…." He said, seeming tired. He had worked the night before, so he hadn't gotten much rest in. He started passing by, but Sully was also heading the same way. He continued beside Randall, who really didn't much enjoy the company.

It had been nearly a year since Sully took the job, and another year would soon come. There were certainly be SOMEONE who would retire, so he just had to ask. "Uh...Randall...". Randall scuffed. "Getting use to my normal name huh?" he whispered. Sully didn't want to get in a an argument with him, so he just continued.

"Since...your in good terms with Mr. Waternoose, I was wondering if...you could ask him if...if any positions on the floor are open next year". Sully knew that there was a 99.9 chance Randall wouldn't do it for him. Randall stopped. Then again there was always that percent left over. Randall placed his unused hands on his hips eyeing Sully like a hawk.

"I knew it...you want be a scarer" he said. Sully never actually came out and say it, but he was right. "Y...yeah". Randall grinned, dropping his hands. "I knew it...I knew it...all those trips to the floor...always spending time by the awards and taking peeks at the employee hand book..." Randall brought up. "How did you know that!" Sully asked, surprised. As soon as he asked, he found himself talking to a floating pail and case. "Oh...right" he responded, seeing Randall's point. Sully had gotten use to Randall's...uniqueness. He uses it from time to time, but mostly in the doors. Still, Sully has seen nobody else with abilities like his.

Randall unblended, lower arms folded. "If you wanting me to see if you can get a job here as a scarer...your wrong...". He started off again. Sully knew he would be that way, but he followed. "But why not?" Sully asked, it was an honest question. Randall sighed, still walking. "Because..." he started, holding a hand to his head as if talking to a child, which Randall thought he wasn't really far from.

"It doesn't just take determination and confidence...it takes skill and the skill of honing your abilities...". They started into the lobby, no one around. "I can do that..." Sully replied. Randall chuckled. "Please..." he scuffed. He knew Sully had somewhere else to go, but he was going home...

"B-ut". Randall held a hand on the door handle, turning back. "IF YOU WOULD STOP ANNOYING ME! I'LL CONSIDER IT!". Randall had had enough today, and he just wanted to leave. When he finally stepped into the cold air, the cold swell of the wind beat down on his scales. Morning was dying now, so he urgently started home, knowing it would only get worse for him come sun down.

"...I'LL CONSIDER IT!".

Sully watched as Randall stormed out. It was practically making him mad that he was bugging him. Sully had always thought Randall was the quiet sort, as he use to be, but nowadays he was more out spoken, snapping when the need arose. Still, Sully didn't blame him, he WAS being a slight pest. He would consider it? Sully's hopes fell when he heard that. But then again, it was judge-mental now. Its hard to tell if Randall was going to or not.

He started for the supply room, thinking on it. Randall had a tendency, as Fungus would say, to forget things, which wasn't really his fault. He hardly lied. Then again, Randal never liked anyone pestering him. So he might do it just to shut the person up. Sully kept wondering if he should have asked someone else. Then again, Randall was the closest to Mr. Waternoose that he was going to get.

He came to the room, opening the two bronze painted doors. The supply room was near the locker rooms, and it stored the various cleaning devices and quick back ups, like a few aid kits and a few door parts for a quick fix. It was actually a place Sully liked. Since he was near the locker rooms, he could listen in on a few conversations. He'd heard Randall every now and then, but he didn't really much know what he says. He also had gotten a few peeks at George's Employee Handbook. Strangely enough, the same one Randall seemed to have caught him peeking at. Peculiar that the place was becoming a second home to him.

He stepped in, getting everything to the side and heading out. He started back to the lobby. The lobby itself was nearly empty. Francis, the current receptionist, was already out. He wasn't really a good one at that, always leaving earlier than he should. He heard, from the locker rooms, that Waternoose wanted to appoint a new receptionist, but so far hasn't found anyone qualified.

Sully didn't really trust Randall, but then again he could. Randall didn't like lying unless he had to, and he seems to keep his word. Although, it was also questionable, since he seems to still hold a grudge against him. Sully did want to make peace, but getting on the floor was a top priority for him.

Well, whatever the decision, he had to wait till morning not to mention he'll have to meet up with Mike.

Seems like tension is rising. Ohh…the suspense…or…something like it heh.