"What are they doing?" Johnny asks me as we stand at the entrance to our scare floor, staring ahead.

I cock my head to the side as Mike and Sulley appear to be doing some kind of odd dance in front of a door, Boo hidden behind Sulley. "I have no idea."

"Is that even the right door?" Johnny says, pointing to the rustic looking door mounted at the station.

"I highly doubt it," I say, turning around to walk the other way. "We should try to not look conspicuous."

"Hard to do that when it's our day off." Johnny says with a huff as he follows me down the hall. "Look," He says, stepping in front of me. "Why don't we just turn in your paperwork and go home?"

"We can't," I say, crossing my arms. "We are in too deep now. We've gotta see this through with those two."

My husband rolls his eyes, rubbing the space between him. Man, that look takes me back to when we first met. He has so much attitude for a scarer. "We are not obligated to them," He says, trying to keep his voice low. "We aren't even friends."

"Yeah," I say. "Do you ever wonder why that is?" I look Johnny up and down, arching an eyebrow.

He snorts. "I am not the problem here." He says, smirking.

"Not anymore no," I say, stepping closer to him. "But you didn't exactly get off to a good start with these two."

"That was ten years ago," He says, genuinely exasperated. "That's a long time for a couple monsters to hold a grudge."

I start walking down the corridor, not even looking back to see if he's following, but I can hear his feet jogging behind me. "You constantly put them down, told them they weren't good enough," I stop, snapping around to glare at him. "You publicly humiliated them." Johnny looks surprised and angry that I'm calling him out on this, but we've had this discussion before. " They have every right to be mad at you." I pause, looking down at the ground. "You know, if it wasn't for the fact you constantly put him down, Mike probably wouldn't have broken into that door lab and they wouldn't have been expelled."

"Sullivan was the one who cheated," Johnny snaps, gesturing back to the scare floor. "He would've been kicked out anyway! It was his cheating that probably provoked Mike."

"Yeah, but your bullying was no help!" I growl, getting in his face. I don't know why I'm getting so mad about this now, but for some reason it's bothering me.

"But what if I was nice?" Johnny hisses, narrowing his eyes at me. "You probably would've never given me a second glance and I would've never pushed you to go on that date with me." His eyes soften, he almost looks hurt and I suddenly feel guilty. "Being a jerk brought me to you, but I'm trying to be better now, okay." He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor. "I just really don't feel like going to jail." He looks to me. "I'm a dad, and I really don't want to screw up like mine did."

I walk over to him, grabbing his arm and putting it around me. "We won't go to jail, and you will not screw up." I look up at Johnny and see he is watching me with those sharp amethyst eyes. "If you want to do better, then why not help them? It's a good start."

He clenches his jaw and I can hear a small growl in the back of his throat. He's considering it. "Alright," He hisses, looking up, his horns catching the florescent light. "Fine," He gives me a kiss on the top of my head. "You are such a pain in the ass."

I laugh, elbowing him in the side. "But I'm your pain in the ass." I look down and realize something. "Oh shit," I say, looking up to Johnny. "I lost my paperwork."

"Where did you last have it?" Johnny asks me as we meander down the halls where we first came in. I keep my eyes on the ground, but I feel myself panicking. I can't forget my paperwork, Johnny won't get any scares if I don't turn those papers in.

I shrug. "I don't know," I grab the sides of my head. "I was distracted by all the chaos. They could be anywhere." I feel myself begin to breathe heavier and I hold my hand over my chest. I've recently been diagnosed with anxiety and so high-pressure situations don't bode well with me.

"Hey, hey," Johnny kneels down in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down. Breathe," I hold my hand up to my mouth and cup it so it starts to regulate my air. "You didn't take your medicine did you?"

I shake my head and he steps away from me, giving me space to breathe, but he keeps his eyes level with mine. "Look at me," I do and I see him giving me that once in a blue moon genuine smile and I feel myself begin to relax. "We will find the folder, okay? We will find it. Don't worry."

I take a shaky deep breath, breathing out slowly. "Okay," I say quietly, my breathing beginning to even out. "Okay."

Johnny stands up, straightening out his shirt. "Let's just retrace our steps."

I nod, following him to the front door and I can't help but have the feeling that we are being watched. I glance around the dark hallway, my eyes adjusting to see down the poorly lit corridor. "Johnny," I say quietly, watching as something begins to shift on the empty walls. "John-"

I am suddenly thrown out of a small box into a chair and when my eyes adjust I see Randall and his assistant standing in front of me. "What the hell?" I growl, glaring at my slithery coworker. "What are you doing?"

"Oh Reed," Randall says, shaking his head as if he is remorseful of something. "I was really hoping you wouldn't get mixed up in all of this." He says as he slinks forward, grabbing my wrists. "You and I were pretty good friends in college. I helped you study, you helped me gain my confidence back after being kicked out of your husband's precious fraternity." He growls, locking my wrists into cuffs attached to the seat. My eyes dart around the room and it's definitely not a room I've ever seen, but I have a feeling it's still in the factory due to all the piping and the sound of heavy machinery filling the steamy air.

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking at the machine in front of me. It's long and intimidating, hanging from the ceiling like a giant metal arm and I see a whole cart-full of scream cans attached to it. "What is that thing?"

Randall places a gentle hand on the silver metal. "This, dear Reed, is the Scream Extractor." He says, his eyes all squinted at me in a permanent sneer. "With this bad boy we won't need scarers like Sullivan," He steps forward, jabbing his finger at my chest. "Or your oh-so perfect Johnny." He steps back, giving me a toothy grin. "And you, Mrs. Worthington," He seems to spit out that name as if to try and attack me with it. "Are the lucky first subject."

I watch as he steps behind a control panel with all kinds of wires snaking off of it and over the concrete floor, his assistant looks nervous. I can hear him chattering to Randall, adjusting his glasses over his three eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this on her?" He says, his tiny red body shaking. "Her father-in-law is on the board!" He says in a hushed shout. "Not to mention her husband could rip us limb-from-limb!"

"That Worthington is not going to find us," Randall growls, pushing a couple buttons on the board and I start to panic again as the machine approaches me, a loud sucking sound coming from the small opening. I try to curl my lips into my mouth, biting down hard to keep the machine from sucking them in, but I can feel my teeth sinking into my skin and the salty taste of blood fills my mouth.

I glance up and see Randall watching me, his eyes darting all over me and two of his four hands are twiddling in anticipation. "Come on, Reed," He says in a mockingly sweet voice. "With your husband out of work you two will have more time to focus on those precious little monsters of yours." He walks towards me, the suction from the machine growing stronger. "Wouldn't you like that?"

I feel my eyes begin to water and I start to try and pull myself out of the restraints, ignoring the searing pain in my lips as I bite down harder to keep the machine from opening my mouth. I feel the blood begin to trickle down my face in steady streams and close my eyes, waiting for the machine to be right on me.

"Reed!" My eyes snap open at the sound of Johnny's voice roaring through the room and he smacks the little red monsters away from the control panel and into the wall. He tries to get up and Johnny bares his teeth in a furious snarl as he turns the machine off.

I relax a little as the machine creeps away and I release my grip on my lips, crying out in pain from my teeth cutting them open. I watch as Johnny stalks towards Randall who looks ready to run the opposite way. He really has no idea what he is in for. "Look, Johnny, pal," He says, trying to be as charming as he possibly can. "Can't we just talk about thi-" He's cut off by Johnny grabbing his skinny little neck and slamming him against the wall.

"Listen here you little garden snake," He growls. "If I ever see you come anywhere near my wife again, I will turn you into a nice leather belt." He gets right in Randall's face, his sharp teeth bared and glinting from the light. "Do you understand me?"

Randall nods as he tries to gasp for air as Johnny appears to slowly crush his windpipe. "Good," Johnny says darkly, dropping Randall to the ground. "Get the hell out of here."

I watch Randall scamper off, leaving his assistant dazed and confused as he tries to follow him out of their little lair. I look over to Johnny and I can't seem to find any words to say to him mainly because my mouth is in extreme pain from me biting my lips. I simply pull on the restraints and Johnny grabs them and breaks them open, picking me up out of the chair. "Are you okay?" He wipes the blood off my face, looking closely at my torn up mouth.

I shrug. "I guess," I cringe as my lips move and hold my hands over my mouth.

"Come on," Johnny says, hoisting me up into his arms. "We need to get you to a doctor."

Johnny drives me to the emergency room at the Monstropolis Grace Hospital just a few blocks from the factory. We walk inside and he saunters up to the front desk, leaning on it as he talks to the young monster behind the counter.

I sit down on a nearby couch, glancing around to the few other monsters waiting their turn to be treated. Knowing Johnny's connections I'm probably going to get to skip the line. I did when I went into pre-term labor with Allyssa, but Addison was also my doctor, so that helped too. I glance up and notice a very young but beautiful monster sitting with what looks like her mother and I see that her belly is large and round. I can't help but think about how young my mom was when she had me, if she looked embarrassed like that to be at the hospital with her mom.

"Babe," I glance up and see Johnny standing over me. "Come on, they're going to get you all fixed up."

I nod and stand up, glancing back at the young mother and feel myself longing to be sitting in the emergency room with my mom by my side.

Weeeew, yet another chapter down! What's going to happen next since Reed and Johnny are not there to warn Mike and Sulley about the machine? Well, if you've seen the movie you know exactly what's going to happen, but no spoilers! What's going to happen to Reed at the hospital? Who knows? Well, me actually, but I'm not going to tell you, so please be patient! Anyway, thank you all for your continued support and sweet comments they really continue to make my day! I love you all and I will see you in the next chapter! Bye-Bye!