Author's note: Sorry for the long wait. I was not feeling well, but hopefully I wasn't gone too long. As always, I do not own Harry Potter or Monster's INC.
Chapter 3:
An Old Friend Helps Out:
In the human world, Mary Gibbs, affectionately known as Boo by her monster friends, was sitting at her desk finishing up paperwork of her own. Mary, now 23, was a Muggle social worker for child protective services, which could sometimes be difficult. Nevertheless, Mary always did the best she could when helping the children and families involved. Although Mary had a serious job, she never forgot the magic of the monster world or her monster friends from her own childhood.
Even in her teenaged years, Mary was still visited by her furry friend and the small Cyclops. She was always glad to see them and welcomed the news they always brought her about what had happened and had been happening since she was a small toddler who wandered into their factory on accident. It was actually because of Mary all those years ago, that the monster factory only produced laugh energy after the fiasco with their evil boss, but as the years went by, they once again changed, combining laughter and scream energy. Once again, at Mary's suggestion. Even as a child, Mary was sensitive, yes, but she was smart enough to know that she had a good home and a good life, but some other children did not. And if they did, they did not realize it. It was also because of her friends that Mary became a social worker in child protective services in the first place. She recognized when other children truly needed help and when they were just plain being spoiled and did not realize how good of a home they had. It was that, which made her suggest that James and Mike use both scream and laugh energy. "Only scare the children if absolutely necessary," Mary explained. "Scare them enough to make them behave; to make them realize how good they have it in their homes. For children who are abused, do what you can to find a better home. Since I already know about your world and have not forgotten it, I am willing to be a liaison of sorts. I may be in America, but I am the only human who has entered your world as a small child. And I have never forgotten about it because I had so much fun playing with you."
"James smiled and answered. "How would you even remember that? You were just a small toddler."
Mary smiled. "How could I forget? I was truly scared at first, but I wanted to show you that humans themselves were not toxic; only some of their living situations were that way. I wanted to show you, in my own way, that I had a good living situation, so you had nothing from me to get sick on. You see, the reason that some monsters think they get poisoned from human children is because some of their living situations are not good ones and some of their hormones, such as stress hormones, can get very high and make them sick, therefore, making the monsters sick themselves. In other words, you and other monsters will not die from humans themselves, only from the negative energy permeating from bad home lives. This is why I am offering to be your liaison in the human world. You might not realize this, but all worlds are connected. Yes, the monster world may be secret, but it is still connected, whether you want it to be or not. For this reason, you are obligated to report any child abuse, whether it may be monster or human. It is for your own safety as well as for the child's."
Mike, the little Cyclops, looked up at his human friend in realization. "Oh! When you put it that way, it actually makes a lot of sense! So, you are saying, that sometimes the doors that are extremely bright are the human children who truly need a better home life?"
Mary nodded her head and answered. "You are correct. This particular energy is actually overpowering your city and in order to get it back into balance, you must investigate and take care of those children by filing a report and finding a better human family with my help."
When James came out of his memory, Mike was staring at him with the same look of realization he had on his face all those months ago when their human friend explained why there were sometimes surges of energy that seemed almost too powerful and too bright to look at, and then it finally dawned on them that the small toddler in the cupboard, or to Mike, looked like a cupboard was one of those children who desperately needed a different and better human family to stay with where he could be properly cared for. So, after filing his report, Mike went back to the tiny door while James, after finally locating the closet door in Mary's office, went to speak to her about the toddler whom most people call the boy who lived.