Author's Note: I do not plan to change Randall's appearance at all in this Fic. He will be based on the movie, as well as Boo. However, he was never banished in my story. Boo is about 18 or 19 in this Fiction. Randall is probably 28 er 29. If you don't like the idea of this fiction, please avert your gaze and hit that little "x" button on the top right corner of your screen.

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WARNING: naughty language, some weak sexual content

Chapter one: Musk, cigars, little girls, and monsters

Randall slowly drunk in Boo's appearance. She had long black hair, smooth fair pale as the moon skin, decently sized breasts and a tiny waist.

"Nice..." He whispered huskily to himself. His eyes wandered down to her lower body. She was missing pants, which exposed her tiny, purple polka dotted teal panties. He growled in distaste, but quickly growled in pleasure when he caught eye of her milky thighs and calves. Nearly to the point of touching her fair, fleshy, near perfect thighs, he turned away and opened the closet door once more.

He waltzed over to Boo and quickly scooped her up in his four arms. She was light, albeit, not that light, but he could handle carrying her for a block or two. He slowly turned, careful not to awake his new cargo, and hauled tail out the door, closing the door gently with his tail.

He moved gracefully on the scare floor. He glided through the ajar door at the end of the corridor, seeming to take flight as he soared through the hallways, not making a sound, coming to a complete abrupt stop when hearing whispering. They belonged to no one other than his sworn foes.

"Sullivan and Wazowski, those...those idiots, imbeciles...!" He was then pulled out of his thoughts by a small whimper and something nuzzling against his long neck. He looked down to see Boo snuggling closer to him subconsciously. He grinned to himself and quickly resumed scrambling to the door. He made it to the exit and ran like mad to his car. Once there, he gently laid Boo in the backseat of the long, skinny pickup truck. He climbed into the driver's seat and heaved a heavy sigh once behind the wheel. He had a plan, and he was sticking to it.

He drove slowly but with excellent precision, expertly avoiding speed bumps, and parallel parking like a pro. He looked up at his tiny one bedroom house. He shook his head and gracefully got out, careful not to slam his door. He opened the right backseat door and slid Boo out by her small ankles. He hauled her up into his arms and kicked the door closed.

He walked up to his front door and paused. "Shit..." He forgot he needed a hand to open the door, and since he was rather occupied at the moment, using all of his strength in his arms to hold Boo, he had to use his tail. He reached under the mat with his tail and slowly got the key. He shakily brought the key up to the lock and pushed it in. With a flick of his tail the door swung open. He strolled into his small house and slowly breathed in the scent of home.

It was musky thanks to him being male, and smelled of burnt cigars and alcohol. He had a guest over the other night to celebrate his promotion to top scarer. Since Sullivan ran the company now, he has taken a new liking to Randall. Randal befriended the big blue idiot just so he could be the new face of Monsters Incorporated. Later that day, he went to a local bar and picked up a new ghoul that had just moved to town. He bought her a couple of drinks, and well, the rest is pretty predictable. He brought her home, laid her down, and had sex. There was no "love making" in his life. He hadn't the time nor the patience for that tedious task.

"Now, where to put her..." He mumbled aloud. Her scanned over the living room. A couch, loveseat, or the rug would be best. He slowly laid her down on the large sofa and continued on to do his deed.

He found some old duck tape he had lying around, and some old wire. He walked right over to her and started to gag her. He grabbed some odd socks he wore to a formal banquet they had at work a little while ago. He, as gently as possible, stuffed them in her mouth. She struggled a tad, but he got them secure and then taped her mouth shut. He got the wire he found and started to tie her arms behind her back. Once that was done, he lowered himself and tied her feet together as well. All the while, she had no pants on, so she began to shiver at his hot breath wash on her shins.

He cautiously raised himself and checked over his handiwork.

"Not bad..." He thought as he stalked back to his room to retrieve a blanket. He grabbed the one off of his bed and threw it over his shoulder. He trudged back into the front room and stopped dead in his tracks to see bright, coffee colored doe eyes staring fearfully at their new surroundings.

He then camouflaged himself and put the blanket down beside his feet. He slithered up to the front of the couch where Boo was struggling to roll off. He then quickly made himself visible and smiled widely at her.

"Hello, old, dear friend." He growled through clenched teeth. She was still supposed to be asleep. Oh, well. Time to set his plan into motion.

"You..." Mary whispered. Backing into the couch as if it would shield her from his toxic, deadly eyes. They were staring into her soul. She had to get as far away from him as possible. Now.

She saw his snigger, getting on all four legs, arching his back so he looked bigger so that he could intimidate her. She slowly regained her confidence and shot him a particularly nasty glare. He just chuckled at her pitiful attempt to scare him, baring his razor sharp teeth to the horrified girl. She shivered as he gazed over her form, vulnerable, innocent, so helpless. It gave him great pleasure seeing her in this oh so distraught state.

"Aw, dontcha remember me, Boo?" He he said with fake concern. "Really, I hate introducing myself. It becomes so tiresome after a while, don't you think?" Randall hissed in her tear streaked face. As tears rolled down her plump cheeks, he rumbled a laugh, deep in his throat, hoping to scare her even more than she already was.

She now hiccuped on her sobs, her mouth dry, her head reeling, and her palms sweaty. She was terrified and she had no hope in her fragile heart anymore. She was slowly slipping into darkness, excited to escape from this hell. This madness. This...monstrosity.

"Please...please let me go." She whimpered helplessly trying to cover herself with her hands, which were now tied behind her back. She said it as if it were her last prayer. Her last sob dying on her lips. She was paralyzed with the most powerful fear she had ever felt. The fear of dying. Dying here, alone, with this horrible, heartless creature. She was shutting down. Emotionally and physically, she was slowly falling into blackness. Her heart gave a few mad thumps against her eardrums right before she could see nothing. Feel nothing. She fell unconscious, the last thing she heard was his mad chuckle over her ragged breathing.