Hey, finally a new update, and many thanks to SylverStryke, for all their kind reviews!!
She finally finds a wway to contact her family...
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Magda sighed and slumped further down in the ratty, overstuffed chair she'd managed to filch from the side of a back road in Monstropolis and studied the notepad in front of her.
She was writing a note to her mother and father, telling them not to worry, Her only problem was how she was going to get it to them.
Dear mom and dad, and Matt, if you're there,
I'm fine, and perfectly safe. Someone, another monster like me, took me away to where they all come from, another world called the Monster World. That's what I am. I'm a monster, but it's not a bad thing, we're like a whole different species. And we're not that different from humans, really.
The problem is, I'm not sure how to get back to you guys. I know there's a way but I don't think I'm allowed. Monsters here think humans are toxic to touch, so no way they'd just let me walk through the portal they have here.
I'm just writing this letter, in case I ever find a way to get ahold of you. I really miss you and I hope you aren't worrying too much. Tell Matt he IS NOT ALLOWED in my room, or to rent it out for a party or something, cause I know it would pop into his head to do something like that. Love you, Matt!
Not sure what to write, so I'll try to get this to you. I am perfectly fine. I have a small apartment. It's not much, but it's enough to live in. I don't know many people here yet, and I know that if I can find someone with access to the portal they have, I can get to you, but I need to look around first.
Much love,
Magda
She thought it looked alright. There was no sense in telling them that her job was quickly going downhill, or that the rent on her small, modest apartment was going to quickly overpower her. Or that she was beginning to have nightmares stranger than ones she normally had. It would only worry them more and she needed them to believe she was alright. She needed to believe she was alright.
She tore the letter out of the notebook and folded it up neatly, tossing said notebook on a ratty old endtable made from a couple milk crates and a piece of plywood. (A/N: The best way to make yourself at home on a low budget!! hahahaha)
She stuffed it into an unmarked envelope, and labeled it in big, loopy letters, Mary, Matt and Bill.
She breathed deep and stood up, tucking her wings behind her. She walked over to the small window and looked out, her hands on the window glass, her face pressed close, looking out. It was fall, and the leaves on what trees there were had turned blazing orange and yelow-gold and red. They'd be pretty, if there were more of them. She hated the city. It was opressing and bleak, noisy and rude.
She pulled on a thin jacket with holes in the back for her wings and headed out the door, remembering to grab her name tag on the way out. It read simply, Magda Britain.
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She worked at a local grocery store, run by a large, orange, rather nasty man named Brock. He resembled a huge pumpkin, only he had four arms.
"You're late," he growled as she hurried in and grabbed an apron off a rack. She hastily pinned her nametag to the front of it and smoothed the simple, knee-length skirt she'd had on since she got there.
"I know, I'm sorry, but I had to walk again," she said patiently, and she immediately headed straight for the shiny butcher's cleaver on a cuttin board. Her job was to cut the meat and only to cut the meat. She's already chopped a finger off, but strangely, it had grown back by morning. (A/N: Inherited from her father's tentacle-like hands, things with tentacles hav a tendency to regrow them)
"One more time, and you're fired," he snarled, and he shoved a cap on her head to restrain her unruly, tangled hair.
She resigned herself to the dull, monotinous chopping sound as she cut the meat for the customers. Sometimes, she felt like her job really wasn't worth it.
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She didn't get off until later that very night, around 9:00. She heard another customer come in and automatically poked her head up so she could see through the small window set into the wall, showing the front of the store. The man who had just walked in was round, green and one-eyed.
"Yeeah, hey, can I get a couple pounds of mow?"he asked.
"Hey, how's work at Monsters Inc going, Mikey?" growled Brock. Magda froze. Monsters Inc was where Michael had worked. They had doors! She could send her letter!!
Magda immediately began cuttin slabs of the strange, squashy purple meat and weighed it at two pounds. She wrapped it and brought her letter out from a pocket in her skirt. She folded it up and wrote a hastily scribbled note on the side of it. Please send this through the cabin door in northern Vermont, it's my only hope. She tied it and shoved it through the window, hoping beyond hope that Brock wouldn't notice it.
The green monster took the meat, saw the envelope, appeared to read it and frowned slightly. Wildly fearfull that he;d tear it out and ask Brock what it was, she waved her arms above her head at him from the little window and mouthed, "It's mine! mine!"
Thankfully, the one eyed monster shrugged, glancing at her curiously, smiled toothily and waved at her.
As he left, Brock gave her a suspicious look and said nothing.
Heart racing furiously, Magda sighed wearily and ran a shaking hand through her hair beneath the cap she wore.
"Clock out," he growled, and Magda wasted no time. She tore off her apron and cap so fast, one might have thought she was in a hurry to go somewhere.
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She raced outside and caught the one-eyed monster just as he was about to hop into a red sports car.
"Wait!" she called to him, and he stared at her.
"What's with the envelope, kid?" he asked, waving it at her. It was stained with juices from the meat, but otherwise fine.
"It's for my family in the human world. I was born there and raised by humans. I need to get that to them so they don't worry! They live in Lewis. Vermont. Please... I have no other way. Can you take it there?" she said hurriedly. She didn't much care how fast the explained things, and she belonged here. They had no reason to kick her out.
"Whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa, kid, slow down. You were born in the human world... and raised by humans, right?" he asked, holding his hands up for her to stop.
"Yeah," she replied.
"And you want me to take this to them?" he asked.
"Please," she said, and now she was pleading with the guy. She hoped she was putting enough sincerity in her expression. She must have been, because the man's eye softened and he glanced at the envelope again, looking worried.
"Alright, fine. I can sneak you in tomorrow and you can give it to them, but I'm not losin' my job over this!" he exclaimed, and he patted the seat next to him.
She uncertainly opened the door and sat down next to him.
"Where d'ya live?" he asked.
"284 Freehaul lane. Apartment 6b," she said quietly. She'd never spoken to another monster aside from Michael or Brock at any length.
"Alright, I'll be by tomorr wot pick you up, but I can only guarantee ya ten minutes. I'm not a scarer, I'm not allowed in the doors. Sulley can wait for ya," he said. She didn't know how to reply to that, she she said nothing at all.
Sometimes, when a total stranger decided to help you, silence was best.
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