hi everyone! Let me first start by saying that this fic was a request from someone. Now let me further explain that was just supposed to be a one shot, but due to the fact that i am just a very extra person i turned it into a full fanfic lol. i kinda unexpectedly fell in love with fem!mike just a little for some reason and really wanted to write a whole story/novelization of the movie for her. Im fully aware that this is cringe, but in my defense it WAS a request that just happened to get out of hand.
ive posted this fic before on here and then deleted it because i was honestly embarrassed and the anonymous person ho requested it had dropped off the face od the earth so i figured it would bother them if the only living copy of it was a very early version of it that i orphaned on AO3. but im back again to repost this and im going to try and not be a big baby and delete it out of embarrassment again lmao
anywya i have few more things u need to know before the story starts that im just going to list:
-as requested, this is SORT OF Sulley/fem!Mike. with a little bit of one-sided Randall/fem!Mike too. Honestly its more slow burn than anything and i rely on undertones to further their relationship maybe TOO much. As im going through and editing this fic AGAIN before i post each chapter, i might try to add more hints here and there so that the half baked "romance" at the end doesnt seem so sudden.
-i don't know how often I'll be posting chapters. im editing them all before posting them but i also have a lot of other stuff on my plate atm, but I'll try my best to get them all out!
-as also requested, this is humanized monsters. don't ask me how scaring humans would work if the monsters already sort of look human themselves ok lmao, im not the one who make the request for that im just the writer.
-yes i changed the title from the original. i did this because the first one sucked so bad lol
-no i did not change the description. unfortunate because it also sucks but im just very bad at writing them
-this may come off as a little ooc. I really hope it doesnt but i feel like it does. A lot of this story feels ooc to me when i compare it to the movies but its not entirely my fault, im literally just copying the dialogue pretty much almost word for word.
-below is the full summary then the first chapter. enjoy!
An up-close encounter with a scarer when she was younger left Michela Wazoski determined to become one herself. Now 18 years old, she finds herself getting accepted into her dream scare school despite all odds, and with no plans of letting her lack of particularly monstrous features set her back (She was, after all, as scary as any other monster out there. She was sure of it) she considered herself well on her way to making her dream become a reality. Too bad life always has other plans.
Thirteen Years ago
The Autumn days waned toward the inevitably colder weather ahead as every nightfall grew sooner than the last. Trees were awash with multi-colored foliage dancing above in the sun-warmed breeze, leaves fluttering down from the branches and piling over the ground.
Beneath the azure sky, the aroma of fall washed into the open window of a passing school bus, blowing over the short heads of children shouting a song noisily inside.
The scenic route of the quaint neighborhood that housed Frighton Elementary School passed by the bus windows fleetingly as the area slowly grew into the winding, busy streets of Monstropolis. From wide avenues to apartments to towering corporate offices, the sprawling city came to life around them.
The bus pulled into a vast parking lot, slowing to a stop in a marked space by the curb. A large kindly woman with rounded glasses and thick brown curling horns protruding from her pink hair stood from her bus sear, facing the vehicle's occupants.
"Okay, please remember our field trip rules!" She called out as she followed the excited children who filed out of their seats and towards the front of the bus, "No pushing, no biting, and no fire breathing!"
The door folded open and the colorful mass of children came pouring out into the curb, laughing and shouting. One immediately breathed fire at another child's heels, who let out a playful yelp and scrambled away.
"What did I just say?" The woman—Mrs. Graves, asked in mild exasperation as she held her clipboard against her side.
She sighed as she went ignored by the energetic group, moving on to instead count the flurry of students around her as best she could.
"Eighteen, nineteen…" She trailed off, glancing around over the children, "Okay, we're missing one! Who are we missing?"
A gentle tapping noise came from the bus, leading her to turn her gaze towards the closed door behind her. A little arm was raised up, slapping against the long windows of the folding door.
"Oh, Michaela." She winced, quickly waving a hand at the bus driver and signaling for him to open the door.
The door folded open once more, revealing a small girl with bright green tousled hair. As usual, she was smiling.
"Thanks, Joe!" Michaela called back to the bus driver. "Good luck finishing your crossword puzzle!"
"Sorry, Michaela." The driver said, reaching down and mussing her green hair, "Didn't see you there."
"That's okay." She smiled, showing off her braces, "While I was stuck behind the door, I found a nickel!"
Mrs. Graves watched as she hopped down the bus's steps, pocketing the coin in her shorts.
Once on the ground, the difference between her and the rest of the kids was nearly jarring. The others were taller, thicker, had large horns, claws, and sharp teeth—And little Michaela only had her two small blunt horns, blunt nails, and small incisors.
The small girl joined up with the rest of the children as Mrs. Graves turned her attention away from the green-hair girl and back to the group, doing her best to corral the excited students.
"Okay!" She called, grabbing their attention, "Everybody partner up! Get your field trip buddy!"
The children began to scramble for their partners, Michaela bouncing between them as she tried to find her own.
"Jeremy! You and me?" She anxiously asked a winged boy with shaggy green hair. He didn't even acknowledge her.
"Haley?" She asked a passing girl with light pink hair hopefully. The other girl merely looked at her before turning away and heading toward another girl, "No?"
"Sorry, Michaela." The girl said, though it didn't sound particularly sincere.
"That's alright." Michaela nodded, "Paring up with Claire? Great choice. She's a good egg."
She spotted Russel, the tallest kid in the class.
"Russell!" She shouted happily, skipping over to the boy. She looked up at him with a wide smile, her grin dropping when she saw not even an ounce of recognition in his eyes. "Michaela? Wazowski? ...We carpool?"
He still stared at her with a blank.
"We're cousins." She urged.
Russel glanced over her shoulder at an approaching boy, brushing past her to high five him before the two promptly walked off to join the group of monsters waiting happily with their partners.
"Okay, good catching up!" Michaela called after him. She looked around, realizing after a moment that everyone had found a field trip buddy but her. For a moment, her smile began to falter.
Mrs. Graves stepped up to her side.
"Well, Michaela," She began, taking the smaller girl's hand in her own, "It looks like it's you and me again."
Michaela gave a small weak laugh, looking down at her feet momentarily as she shifted in place.
Sensing her mood, Mrs. Graves squeezed her hand, making Michaela look up with a tiny smile back in place. She was soon tugging at her teacher's hand.
"Come on Karen!" She eagerly, pulling her along after her classmates, "We're falling behind!"
The woman laughed, then dropped her voice to a flat tone as she said, "Please don't call me Karen."
They joined up with the group and passed under the wide factory entrance, walking beneath the huge words of "We scare because we care."
The class passed through the tall glass doors and into the factory's white arid lobby where they were met with a waiting tour guide with aqua hair and sharp, protruding teeth.
He waved them over, excitedly beginning his tour as he walked them through the factory, showing off everything from door creation, scream canister evals, and trash processing as he led them through the rabbit warren of the massive building.
He was soon leading them down a long line of branching warehouses, ushering them forwards.
"Stay close together. We're entering a very dangerous area." He warned, steering them around the corner through a wide entryway and onto the cusp of an absolutely massive room lit only by the sun filtering through large tilted windows high above the walls, "Welcome to the scare floor!"
Michaela strained for a glimpse of the room at the back of the group. Being shorter than the rest of the class, she could hardly see over their shoulders, and without Mrs. Graves next to her anymore she was out of luck.
"This is where we collect scream energy to power our whole world." The guide explained, "Can anyone tell me whose job it is to get that scream?"
"Scarers!" The group of students cried together in unison.
"That's right!" The tour guide smiled down at them, "Which one of you can give me the scariest roar?"
"Oh! Oh! Sir! Right here!" Michaela attempted to call out, but the other kids were shouting too in an attempt to be picked as well, a few beginning to roar despite not being called on.
Soon the group of children was trying to one-up each other in roars, Michaela included, though her voice was mostly drowned out by the others.
"Hey guys, watch this one!" She said, attempting to get anyone's attention and about to roar, but another kid in front of her beat her to it before she got the chance.
Finally Michaela sucked in a deep breath and she let out the loudest roar she could muster (which wasn't very loud). The whole group had gone quiet, turning and looking behind them. For a brief moment, she thought they had turned at her roar, feeling pleased with herself before realizing the class was staring off at something behind her. Turning, her eyes widened marginally as she saw what her peers had been looking at; a group of approaching scarers.
The scarers strode past them with a cool confidence about them as the children parted. One, a tall man with dull blue hair and multiple horns sprouting out from the short strands covered by a worn-looking cap, came to a stop.
"Hey there, kids!" He greeted, resting his hands on his knees as he bent down slightly, "On a tour with your school?"
"Yes," Mrs. Graves said, smiling, "We're here to learn about scream energy and what it takes to be a scarer."
"You are?" The scarer asked with a grin, "Well hey, you're in luck. I just happen to be a scarer! I learned everything from my school, Monsters University."
He pulled his backward cap around to show the MU stitched across the front.
"Ah, yeah. Good ol' MU." He smiled to himself distantly, "It's the best scaring school there is."
A second scarer snuck up behind him, quickly snatching his cap away from him.
"You wish," He said, chuckling, "Fear Tech's the best."
The MU scarer chuckled and took back his cap from the other scarer.
"Okay." He said, looking to the class, "You guys watch us and tell me which school's the best. Alright?"
He discreetly glanced in the direction of where the other scarer had walked before holding up his hat and pointing at it with a clawed hand, whispering with a sly smile, "MU is."
He gave them one last grin before heading out onto the scare floor.
The tour guide herded them forward a bit, Michaela looking out over the scare floor with an excited smile on her face as she stepped forwards with the guide, a bell ringing as metal shades closed over the high windows above them, leaving the scare floor in dim light. She took another step forwards, anxious to see the scarers at work.
"Whoops, stop right there," A hand reached out in front of Michaela, stopping her from walking any further as the tour guide fixed her with a friendly smile, "Don't cross that safety line."
The small girl looked down a black and yellowed striped line, stepping backward off of it.
The guide took a leg in front of Michaela, looking at her as he pointed at a warning sign.
"Human children are extremely toxic, so it's important to stay a safe distance away."
Michaela looked back from the sign, nodding up at the tour guide and turning her attention back to the scare floor as rows of doors rolled out on a tram above the room, each slowing to a stop and descending into the door stations. Before Michaela could see any more, her classmates rushed forwards.
"Hey!" She protested as she was pushed and elbowed towards the rear, eventually leaving her at the back of the group once more.
Desperate to see, she jumped up and down, "Guys, how 'bout we do tallest in the back!"
Eventually, she knelt onto her hands and knees to peek through the sea of legs, catching a glimpse of a door as the light above powered on.
She watched as a scarer began to warm up, hunching over and snarling as they bore their sharp teeth.
"Look, he's gonna do a real scare!" A kid in front cried as another scarer growled and made their way into an open door just as Michaela's view was completely blocked again.
She raced to the other side of the group, catching small glimpses here and there as she peered between her classmate's legs, trying to get a good look at what was going on.
Finally, she moved back to where she had started, the kid in front of her bumping his shoulder with his friend's, "Cool, I wanna be a real scarer!"
"Come on guys, I wanna see!" She whined, trying to nudge her way forwards. The larger kid in front of her pushed her back.
"Out of the way, Wazowski," He said, "You don't belong on a scare floor."
She tried not to flinch back at his words, turning away and glancing down at her feet as the boy looked back to watch the scare floor in action.
The rattling of metal caught her attention. She looked behind her and spotted a worker rolling cart of scream cans along the floor towards them.
Her face visibly lit up with a thought.
Mrs. Graves was attempting to calm the excited students, glancing at one who was standing past the safety line.
"Brian," She said, placing her hands on her hips as she lightly scolded him, "Do not step over the line."
He looked up at her, "But Mrs. Graves, Michaela went over the line."
The woman looked up, giving a sharp inhale at the sight of the small girl standing behind the MU scarer, who stood in front of his door as he geared up.
"Michaela!" She cried, watching helplessly as the scarer opened the door and slipped inside, Michaela sliding into the room right behind him before the door closed.
Stepping into the small bedroom, Michaela's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness as the door clicked shut behind her. She crept to the side, hiding in the shadows as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She watched the scarer slink towards the sleeping human's bed, deftly stepping over the toys strewn about the floor and none the wiser to Michaela's presence.
The scarer was crouched low, ready to pounce when the door began to creak open. He quickly hid, blending into the shadows of the room as two adult humans peeked inside. Michaela cringed back, standing mere inches from them from where she stood behind the door.
"See?" One of them said, "I told you he's fine."
The other shook their head, "I thought I heard something."
They slowly closed the door, Michaela letting out a quiet sigh as she searched the shadows for the scarer.
Spotting him, she watched intently as he slowly emerged from where he had hidden among the shadows, limberly prowling around the bed and coming to a stop at the foot of it, extending his claws and running them over the bedpost. The human child tentatively sat up, looking around. The scarer leaped, rolling silently across the floor before slowly looming up over the bed, arms outstretched and claws splayed.
Michaela watched in awe as the human curled away, a nerve-shattering scream filling the room.
Out on the scare floor, a scream canister attached to a station filled to its peak. The scarer casually opened the door and stepped back into the safety of the factory, shutting it behind him with a satisfied look on his face.
He stopped in his tracks at the scene before him, dozens of panicked faces looking back at him. Some had medkits brandished in front of them, others sporting child toxicity sensors.
His eyebrows lowered, "What?"
He followed their gaze, stepping back and turning to find a small, green-haired girl positively beaming, a dazed and dreamy look in her eyes.
As the scarer stepped away, the crowd rushed forwards.
"What were you thinking!?" One cried.
"You could've gotten yourself killed, kid!" Another yelled.
"Did you touch anything!?"
"Are you alright?"
"Do you know what could have happened!?"
The scarer looked back, fixing his MU cap back over his head and approaching the small girl, hands on his hips.
Michaela stepped back, her smile slowly falling from her face at his serious expression, watching carefully as he came to a stop in front of her.
"That was real dangerous, kid." He shook his head slightly, "I didn't even know you were in there."
The young girl looked down at her feet, twisting her hands together as she refused to meet the scolding look on his face.
The scarer looked down at her, rubbing the back of his neck before letting a slow smile creep over his features and he crouched down to her height.
"Wow… I didn't even know you were in there." He repeated, impressed. He took the cap from his head, placing it over hers and watching as it fell down over her eyes, "Not bad, kid."
She pushed the brim of the cap up, looking up at the scarer with a smile of awe as he winked and stepped back.
Mrs. Graves however, was less than impressed as she pushed herself to the front of the crowd and came to a stop in front of the small girl.
"Michaela! What do you have to say for yourself!?"
Michaela slowly blinked, a smile spreading over her face.
"How do I become a scarer?"