Hello everyone! I'm having to repost this story due to it being deleted. Again! *irritated sigh* It's like the universe doesn't want this story up. My former account has been hacked so I'm going to have to repost everything from that account to this account.
And special thanks to my good friend WhisperingWarrior! He had all my deleted stories saved! You're the best!
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Chapter 2: New Family
As the end of the work day came to a screeching halt, the bell signaling that they were all excused to clock out and head home, every member on the Floor F scaring floor, excluding Randall and Fungus, made their way over to Sulley and Mike's apartment. Sulley brought out snacks and drinks for the others to be courteous.
"I think we should all take turns reading the book, that way we all get a chance to read what Randall wrote." Charlie suggested.
"Good idea, Charlie." George smiled.
"In that case, I'll read." Celia replied, taking the book, turning to the next chapter. "Chapter 2: A New Family.
Sure this doesn't sound bad, but every time the story is told, I can't help but feel so embarrassed and guilty when they laugh. Now, once again, I cannot remember when this happened, or how it happened. Just stories of what my parents and their friend Samantha told me. It's been a few months since my biological parents had been sent off to jail and I had been placed into the orphanage. If you ever seen orphanages on TV or movies, then I'll tell you one thing, they got them down to a T. They're horrible. Orphanages suck. Big time.
And of course lucky little ole me, I was everyone's new favorite to be picked on. I was the only reptilian child there. And it was the worst. Mostly two, Tommy and Johnny. Tommy was a yellow furred monster with two brown eyes and Johnny was a small blue monster with four legs, two arms, and seven eyes. They were both ten. Why were they picking on a defenseless two year old? Beats me. Normally I wasn't let out of the nursery, since what my biological parents did to me, but that didn't stop them from coming in and harassing me.
From what I can remember, from my buried memories, they kept flicking my snout for some unknown reason. It's not like I could remember. I burst into tears. From either what they were saying to me, or the physical pain that they were inflicting on me, probably both, but I don't remember why. It stopped shortly after when Samantha entered the room. Samantha, was a reptile like me and one of the caretakers of the orphanage. She was a snake like monster with pink scales, green tipped spikes on the top of her head, three pair of arms, and her eye color was purple.
"Tommy and Johnny! How dare you pick on a defenseless toddler! That is very rude and atrocious behavior! I expected better from you!" She scolded the two boys. "Now run along before you're late for school."
She picked me up and cradled me as they ran out.
"And I better not see you two picking on him again!" She shouted after them.
She shushed me gently to get me to stop crying and took me down to the kitchen. She rubbed my stomach gently to help settle me down, her second pair of arms fixing the bottle. Once the bottle was finished, she took me back upstairs to the nursery and sat in the rocking chair and started to feed me. Of course I didn't automatically take to the bottle due to what my biological parents did to me. And those of you wondering why I wasn't into solid foods at the time, I'll tell you.
The bleach my biological parents feed me at the time practically destroyed my stomach and shrunk it down to where I had to get stomach surgery multiple times and damaged my vocal chords to where I could only cry, squeal and laugh, but I couldn't talk. So any communication verbally was out of the question. So due to how my stomach and vocal chords was, and what my parents did to me when they even bother to feed me at all, I pushed the liquid away, not trusting it or even her for that matter. I was deeply undernourished, weighing at only at eight pounds when I should've been at 25.
"Come on Randy, this will help you become big and strong! This is good for you darling."
After several minutes of fighting, I finally relented and drank the milk. She smiled in triumphant and gently rocked me as I ate. As she was rocking me, she was telling me what she had planned for me for the day. Not that I really knew what was going on, but more alert on the potential dangers that lurked out for me.
"You have a very big day Randy. You have an interview today! A nice couple is coming by to adopt you, isn't that wonderful? They're friends of mine, and they're so excited to meet you!"
"Samantha!" A booming voice called, causing me to jump and start crying.
"Yes Mr. Domingo?"
"Will you hurry up with that reptile and look after the other children already?"
"I'll be on it as soon as I'm done feeding him sir!"
I can't remember what Mr. Domingo actually looks like. I remember that he had red skin, a scary, sinister like face, and a long thin like tail, and that he was a stout monster. He sometimes reminded me of the pictures featuring the supposed devil is and how he looked similar to him. Of course that could just been my imagination. He terrified me, then again, everyone did, even Samantha. She stroked my fronds to calm me down.
"It's okay Randy, he's all bark and no bite." She chuckled to me. "He just can't see how wonderful you are and can't appreciate you properly."
I yawned.
"Looks like it's time for your nap. I'll be back after you wake up."
She laid me down and covered me up, shutting the curtains and walked out as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the room was dark. I remember the nursery barely. It was just one large nursery with multiple cribs. The darkness and the creepiness of the shadows scared me, so I started bawling, like any normal toddler would do. Several minutes later Samantha came in and picked me up.
"Oh, there, there Randy, I got you. Shh, it's okay baby. Sammy's got you. Sammy's here." She cooed sweetly to me.
She felt the bottom of my diapers and nodded.
"Oh that's the problem, you just need a fresh nappy."
A nappy, I learned later in life, was British for diapers. I also learned when I was older that Samantha moved to Monstropolis from Great Britain years ago. After she changed me, she carried me down. I was the only baby in the house at the time, so I basically stuck to Samantha's side while she tended to the other children. Most of the infants had been adopted out shortly after I came. I noticed that most of the kids were gone, probably at this "school" the Samantha always told the older children to get to before they were late. She took me into the bathrooms with her and another child, who's name I can't remember, nor do I care, as she was teaching them how to be properly toilet trained. And me being at the so early stage that I was supposed to learn, got a first class ticket on how to learn. After Samantha finished with them and giving them a gold star on the training chart that was meant for all the other children that were also training.
A crash and a scream was heard and Samantha looked towards the door in panic. She sat me on the ground, instructing the other child to watch me for a moment and to not move from our spots as she went to deal with what caused the crash. And the short time that we were left alone, the other kid got the, oh so great of idea to try and teach ME how to use the toilet. As they sat me on top, they went over the rules on what I needed to do, even though I had no idea what they were talking about at the time. They told me that if I messed up then I was going to go in Pokey…Chokey, the closet with nails, whatever that was. I couldn't really see a closet with nails, since to me, closets were the safest place to be for me. It meant that I couldn't get hurt.
Before I had the chance to comprehend what happened next, I ended up falling in. I started screaming and crying. A few moments later I was pulled out, coughing and sputtering and dripping wet, Samantha holding me close. She looked at the other child and scolded them for doing such a dangerous thing to me and placed them in the time out corner. She grabbed a pink towel and dried me off, cooing softly to me to try and ease my panic stricken nerves.
"Poor Randy… did you fall into the potty? It's okay baby, I got you. You're safe now. After that, I wouldn't be surprised if you were afraid of water."
She was close. I'm actually afraid of drowning. A fear I developed when my biological parents tried to drown me multiple times. I still can't even go near water that is two inches deep. Once I was bathed, dried and dressed in a fresh diaper, she carried me back into the nursery and started to dress me.
I whined as she placed a white sailor's onesie on me and gently tied the blue ascot around my neck. I don't really care for clothes, except during the fall and winter to keep me warm. I tried getting away from her, but of course since I was a toddler at the time, there was nothing I could do to get away. She gently shushed me, in hopes of calming me down.
"Now, now, Randy. Calm down. It's okay. You want to make a good first impression don't you? Oh of course you do. I'm sure they're going to love you."
The moment I was fully dressed, she took me down to the interview room and sat me down into a highchair. I squirmed and tried to pull my away out of it, but of course I couldn't. I hated interviews, they never worked out. No one wanted to adopt a reptile. And I sure this couple would be the same. Samantha rubbed the back of my fronds, trying to settle me down. Since I couldn't, she placed a light green pacifier in my mouth. Now, I was at the age that I was too old for pacifiers, of course, since I was so late in my development schedule, my body didn't seem to care and I accepted it, immediately sucking on it.
A short while later, two female monsters came in. One had purple skin, two tentacle arms, four stubbed legs, a long thin body and large hazel eyes behind blue glasses. The other one was much taller, the purple one only coming to her waist. She had brown fur, lighter brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hello Emilia and Cheryal, I see you finally got me call."
"Is this him?" the purple one asked, coming up to me, a smile on her face.
"Just like I promised you Cheryal. This is Randall Boggs. He came in a few months ago after his parents were arrested. You will not believe the charges on them. I'm sad to say that he's so undernourished. I've tried my best to get him up to even half his standard weight, but my attempts are futile."
Cheryal, the purple one I assumed, grabbed a hold of my cheek.
"Oh you poor thing." She flashed a look that I didn't quite understand, at the brown furred monster. "Emilia, come on over and meet him. Isn't he just the precious child you ever seen?"
"He sure is." Emilia, the large monster replied, bending down low enough to look at me. "So what happened to his parents?"
As Samantha told the story of what my parents did to me, Cheryal glared at Emilia, for what I don't know and neither does Samantha, for them to learn how I had ended up there. Once the story was finished, Cheryal immediately and without hesitation spoke up.
"We'll take him."
Samantha grinned.
"Wonderful! I'll get the paperwork!"
I looked at them in surprise. They wanted to adopt me? Most reptilian monsters never got adopted but me? I was one of the lucky few! Samantha smiled and handed me over to Emilia, who smiled at me.
"You're going to love staying with us Randall. We're going to make sure that you're always loved and safe, no matter what."
Love and safe huh? With this new light, I was sure that what she said was true, but I soon learned that it was far from being true."
"I had no idea Randall was adopted." George replied.
"I don't think any of us knew. I don't think we even met his parents." Ricky stated.
"Maybe one day we will," Sulley suggested, but of course they all knew that Randall would die before he introduced his parents to them.
