Mike and Sulley were enjoying their favorite activity together. Eating take outs in front of their outdated television set. This time, they had a surprise guest – Mary! However, since she is unable to eat food from Monstropolis she made sure to get a burger before popping over. She told them about how well she had been progressing in school. She took as many science and math courses as she could in hopes of one day becoming a pediatrician. Now, almost a full – fledged woman, she was also the top of her class.
Not much of Monstropolis has changed over the years for Mary, but she liked it to remain just the way it was. Not too many humans were spotted in this universe at all. In fact, they were an extremely rare species over here. Never the less, since they were no longer to be considered toxic, humans who had managed to form close bonds with their monsters were able to roam freely amongst the cities. "Are you keeping up with your studies?" Sulley asked Mary in a fatherly and fondly tone as they ate dinner. "You bet!" The teen responded. "I want to be just as successful as you guys when I graduate." She added excitedly. Both Sulley and Mike smiled at each other. They really took a lot of pride in how she aged over the years.
When Mary left for home, the conversations between the two monsters became serious. "So…how's Randall?" Mika asked with distaste. The blue monster rolled his eyes. "He's, making very small progress. We've only just started, so hopefully slowly but surely. I really do have faith in him, Mikey." "Uh-huh, sure pal. People never change. They feed us that garbage when we're young – but we all know who Randall really is." "Trust me, Mike. Randall will have a better life, one way or another. I really think I can make it happen for him." There was no talking Sullivan out of this now. Mike only feared that it would not damage his friend emotionally in the process. Sometimes, you had to give your loved ones the cold, hard truth.
"You were a complete waste of your mother's life". His father bellowed, hitting his son with another swipe of his hand. "I should have chosen her over you, such an ungrateful, embarrassing, shameless brat. If I had half a brain I would have left you for foster care years ago." With a beating, he left his son weeping and broken on the floor. "I'll feed you to the dogs."
"I need to start over." Randall overheard his father mumble to himself yet again. He's heard this countless of times. Also, starting over meant…getting rid of him. He silently cried in his pillow. Burring his face to muffle the unwelcomed sounds he made. He wondered how is life would have been if his mother was still alive. Would she be cruel to him? He hardly thought so. In fact, in his ideal world she was the polar opposite of his father. Would he have been cruel to them both? During his spare time he enjoyed imagining his mother being the protective figure. That one day the two of them would drive off and escape the mad man that was his biological parent. He cursed himself for sharing the same blood as him.
Randall hated facing himself in the mirror, but it was an assigned task from his cursed therapist this week. He hated the marks on his arms; which were, presumably, the scars from the heroin injection. Whether performed willingly or not. He had not the slightest idea what the drug was, besides the fact it was a human creation. He cursed that child. Cursed her since the day Sullivan foolishly introduced her to their world. If it wasn't for him, he would have never ended up banished and confused. Most of all, hated. He considered the idea of prison. At least he did not remember physically being there. He wondered if his memories would ever returned to him.
Sulley visited Randall the following day. Instead of throwing a fit that he realised would not be won, the lizard seemed to simply accept his fate. However, he refused to be happy about it. "How was yesterday?" The blue one asked, trying to start a simple conversation, but every simple conversation was difficult when it came to befriending Randall. "Fine." He responded, narrowing his eyes in a rather dark manner. "What did you do yesterday?" "I went back to that dumb ass therapy session." Sulley knew that was all he was going to get from Randall that day. "Well, we'd like it if you'd continue with it, Randall. No matter how dumb it may seem." The rest of the visit consisted of drinking coffee and watching television.
Mike was out with Celia when he returned to their shared apartment. It seemed rather lonely with no one else present. How could Randall manage to live like this all the time? Does he ever feel lonely? Sure, the lizard may like his privacy, but he remembered a time when the lizard may have in fact felt lonely. During those times, Sullivan himself trampled all over his confidence without realising it. Was that another reason why he was hated so much by the purple reptile? He felt like he asked himself too many Randall based questions, and decided to call it a night.