Post by mentalguru on Dec 10, 2009 4:23:58 GMT -5
Remember when I said that I had two oneshots planned? Well one of them mutated... the one I talked about where Boo had awkward questions? Well this is sort of a PREQUEL to that one.
It's a little story, and the only characters in it are Celia, Sulley and Boo (granted Boo is asleep). There is a little flash back of Mike and a fair bit of mentioning of him, but it IS from Celia's prespective.
It sort of shows how monsters have viewed humans for years, not to mention of course some problems with the Mike X Celia relationship I could see occurring, not to mention Celia getting the distinct impression Sulley is hiding something...
This was fun to write. Basically Celia has NO clue what happened with Randall in this. It also shows the sparks of a Sulley and Celia friendship, which could be good for Sulley, not to mention her. I'm not sure if I kept her IC enough, but I do NOT think Celia is an airhead. She's a bit immature perhaps, but still more mature than Mike, and I think she'll grow out of her 'names' eventually among other things. Sometimes I get the distinct impression that Mike is perhaps Celia's first or at least latest serious try at a relationship after uni/college. When she's perhaps considering marriage. She seems traditionalist IMO. Probably wants to get married soon if posible
No, it's not romantic (Sulley and Celia), though at first when I wrote it, I did think I might take it in that direction. As is somewhat typical of me when it comes to romance, it merely stayed as a friendship. Ah well, probably for the best:
“I can’t believe this, I can’t believe I’m doing this, a part of me really still can’t.” She whispered. But her tone was one of wistfulness rather than true disbelief.
She glanced down at the young human girl with a smile, currently sleeping, her head resting against her right-hand slender arm as the two sat down on the edge of the bed, the child exhausted from the excitement of meeting her properly that night.
From what she could see, there was no better welcome than that what a four year old human to give.
Mike had been unable to come for the visit with his friend, and so instead, Celia, her curiosity surrounding the girl at its peak, despite years of societal imbedded revulsion at the species, had finally overcome her apprehensions and decided she would come instead.
Although she had been told the whole tale of toxicity and danger had been wrong, it had still taken her time to come to terms with this fact deep down. Even more surprising had been the fact that, far from being stupid animals who simply lived in houses, humans were more like monsters than they could even imagine. She’d been told this, but it made all the difference in two worlds to actually see it.
“I think it’s time to put her to bed.” The other monster, who was sitting precariously on a chair too small for him merely said back, but he was smiling lightly as he nodded.
As she stood up, and pulled back the covers for him to complete the action, she couldn’t help but notice how gently he held her. It was almost as if she was the most delicate and valuable thing in the two worlds, and perhaps to Sulley, she was.
It was such a shame he had never had children of his own. Then again, maybe it wasn’t too late for him. Maybe some day.
It was also clear that the little girl adored him and Celia could only feel the warmth within her grow at this thought.
She herself had been scared as she’d entered the bedroom but Sulley, whether accidentally or intentionally, had known exactly how to react. He had accepted the greeting of the child with enthusiasm and then carefully pointed her out when Boo had noticed her, at first becoming slightly shy:
“You see her? The pretty lady? Well that’s Celia.”
“Ce-Celia.” She said with confidence, and then immediately ran up and grabbed her hand. The Gorgon female had to prevent herself from squawking when the child then dragged her across the room, the internal social prejudices still locked away in her subconscious.
But Sulley had merely given Celia a knowing glance and a nod and quietly left her to it. His silent but ever present confidence in the child sparked her own, and slowly but surely as the night wore on, being shown pictures, toys and having conversations between them all had caused this fear to slowly melt away.
“I can’t believe Mike wanted to leave her in the woods.” She eventually said with a shake of her head when he delicately placed the blanket over her and stepped aside, a claw poking a curl of hair behind the girl’s ear before doing so.
Having told her this unknowingly months earlier by Sulley’s accidental revealance, she was now finding it less difficult to grasp then she really admitted. When the company play had been planned, during an argument she had caught wind of this fact from the pair surrounding certain details being disputed. She had a key to their apartment now, since the events surrounding the child, though Mike kept dropping heavy hints about them moving in together.
“You NEVER cared for her Mike; at least not at that stage anyway. You hated her! You wanted to throw her into some German or Swiss town, I don’t know. Did you even check which continent you were going to throw her in? Because you were several thousand miles off the right one!”
“Oh sure bring up my Geography scores why don’t ya!”
It was at that point she had made her presence known.
She hadn’t heard all of the argument, but Sulley had not been happy about the idea of a play at all. Perhaps it had something to do with his general stage fright, but there was something else there, perhaps other details Sulley had not liked. Celia had not got the opportunity to hear them. Mike didn’t seem to give privy to such information if it existed. The play had been played as if was fiction, but there was some truth to it apparently underneath all the ‘glamour’. In the end the pair had made amends on some level, though only after Mike had taken over everything, including the script.
Sulley was far too much of a pushover sometimes. When it came to the girl and her safety, true, that had least been an area he wouldn’t budge on and likely never would, but Celia had to wonder how much he bent over to accommodate his best friend, and how much Mike took advantage of that. And sometimes he could possibly even use how much he cared for the girl to get what he wanted. It was how the play had gone ahead. Because Mike had stated that it might help increase human status in their world.
A small company play? Right.
Mike had a tendency to exaggerate, Celia knew that by now, after almost two years. But on what level she was not so sure. Sometimes she felt uncertain around him. He was indeed a ‘charmer’.
Of course, a little know truth about snake charmers was that in fact the reason the snake danced was in view of a threat.
But she felt like she had to try, to give this relationship the best chance it could. After all, people expected her to get married to the guy. Everyone did. She even continued to call him by his rediculous nickname, and she admitted that she did have needs too when it came to relationships, and singledom in fact almost frightened her. It was uncertain, unknown and not something she wanted to experience any time soon. She was not always sure with Mike, but some stability was better than none for her.
Granted, there was sometimes also a level of uncertainty around Sulley, but it was different somehow to Mike. Sometimes she did get the impression he was hiding things but... what he did show was at least true. He tended to be honest, of course not all, but most of the time. But he still hid things. She could tell.
Celia still didn’t know of Randall, only that he had disappeared. And although she did admit that there was something suspicious surrounding the whole thing she couldn’t bring herself to believe Sulley had been involved.
Mike if he had the means? Sure, and it slightly depressed her how easily she could now make that analysis surrounding her boyfriend.
But not Sulley. No way. It didn’t fit her viewpoint of him. He was too much... of a good person. He was a good man.
Then again so it had seemed with Waternoose...
No he wasn’t like him. The previous CEO had illegally banished them for heaven’s sake. It was almost akin to murder in their world. Almost. It was just a step below what might be the ultimate crime.
No Sulley would never do something like that.
At least based on how much she knew him, of which she admitted, was rather limited considering he was almost certain to have been the best men if she and Mike got married.
‘If’. That had once been a ‘WHEN’.
And it was more surprising when Celia realised she honestly did not care as much as she used to that it was specifically Mike.
Perhaps she only wanted to get married, and she didn't really care who.
Celia, if she admitted to herself, had grown slightly cynical. And perhaps she had her relationship with Mike to blame. She’d only been in her early twenties when they’d met, and he was almost twice her age.
Sometimes it felt like the other way around.
Noticing Sulley too was staring into out the window to the alien world, lost in thought, she tapped his arm.
“How are you doing? Are you alright? You seem a thousand miles away.”
“I don’t know if it’s that far, but it could be.” Sulley seemed to mutter, with what was perhaps... just a hint of bitterness?
“Sulley?” She then asked.
“Nothing.” He said.
“Come on, you don’t want me to have to call you Sulley-Wully again do you?” she tried to joke. She’d now realised how he’d hated that nick-name, and in truth she had grown out of it too. She had to look back at the times she called Mike ‘Googly-bear’ and had loved the name ‘Smooshie-poo’ and wonder what on earth she had been thinking. After all, wasn’t it a general rule you shouldn’t trust a guy who didn’t try to say your own name enough? But still she continued to call him it, it seemed to make him happy.
She had to give this the best chance possible. She repeated this in her head.
Sulley did indeed crack a smile, but it was a small one. “No really it’s nothing.” A clear and direct lie. Now there was a rarity. Such a shame for him that it didn’t work.
“Are you sure?”
“It was for the best.” Though to what he was referring, Celia couldn’t tell, and it didn’t seem like her companion would tell her. Either way he didn’t sound all that convinced himself.
They stepped out of the closet door in silence and made their way across the floor towards the swinging doors and the parking area. Sulley wasn’t keen on cars, but his position meant it had been necessary to buy one. He’d drive her home and he didn’t even bother to say so or offer, they both knew it already.
“Celia... do you ever wonder if things are all they’re... well supposed to be?” He asked as they stepped outside into the cool air from the building.
“What do you mean?”
This she realised that this night was unusual, she didn’t often get to speak to him alone, and she was starting to regret this fact.
She wanted to be his friend. Perhaps if she could give him advice, he could give her some. He wouldn’t lie that much, and even when he did, she’d know his true feelings by the look on his face and how he reacted. Celia needed more male friends in her life she felt, someone who wasn’t Mike, but also deep down she realised she wanted a friendship merely with Sulley regardless of the benefits of his gender.
He exhaled noisily, scratched the back of his head and then continued:
“I mean, if... everything is always as simple as they should be in silly little kid stories. You know, bedtime stories.”
“I still don’t get it.” She said truthfully.
“You know... good, evil... that sort of thing. That people are just one or the other and always will be. Can... someone still do something bad but still be a good person?”
The question was vague, and seemed to come completely out of nowhere. Once again her uncertainty returned. But somehow she wished to comfort him all the same.
Celia considered this. “Yeah. I mean, we all do something wrong sometimes don’t we? If that made us automatically bad there would be no such thing as a good person at all. We’re all good and bad I suppose in the end.” she said slowly and carefully. "I guess... it depends if you feel guilty when you do the bad things..." she mused out loud.
“That’s more or less what Boo told me too the other day.” A slight smile returning as he mentioned her, but then it faded. ” I really hope that’s true.” He sighed.
“You’re not talking about Waternoose are you?” she suddenly queried.
She knew that perhaps out of all of the employees, Waternoose’s true nature had hit Sulley the hardest, and not just because he’d been directly put up against him. Plus the trial wasn’t that far away. Perhaps he was worried about giving evidence. Perhaps he was tempted not to give evidence. She’d have to convince if otherwise if that was true.
Sulley looked genuinely shocked. “Waternoose? No. What gave you that idea?”
Well that was a relief. And he certainly wasn’t lying. But then who was he talking about? Someone else?
She gave him a puzzled look as he opened the car door for her, not making a big show of the gesture like her boyfriend would have done, it was simply in his second nature.
“I’ll tell you some-day.” He said, in almost answer to the question she had not asked.
Well, she’d hold him to that.
End of Part one.
A/N: You can take what you want from this, who Sulley is referring to- himself, a certain someone else, even both. Hope you liked it.
(Late edits- spelling mistakes! Agh! Tell me if you see more.)
It's a little story, and the only characters in it are Celia, Sulley and Boo (granted Boo is asleep). There is a little flash back of Mike and a fair bit of mentioning of him, but it IS from Celia's prespective.
It sort of shows how monsters have viewed humans for years, not to mention of course some problems with the Mike X Celia relationship I could see occurring, not to mention Celia getting the distinct impression Sulley is hiding something...
This was fun to write. Basically Celia has NO clue what happened with Randall in this. It also shows the sparks of a Sulley and Celia friendship, which could be good for Sulley, not to mention her. I'm not sure if I kept her IC enough, but I do NOT think Celia is an airhead. She's a bit immature perhaps, but still more mature than Mike, and I think she'll grow out of her 'names' eventually among other things. Sometimes I get the distinct impression that Mike is perhaps Celia's first or at least latest serious try at a relationship after uni/college. When she's perhaps considering marriage. She seems traditionalist IMO. Probably wants to get married soon if posible
No, it's not romantic (Sulley and Celia), though at first when I wrote it, I did think I might take it in that direction. As is somewhat typical of me when it comes to romance, it merely stayed as a friendship. Ah well, probably for the best:
“I can’t believe this, I can’t believe I’m doing this, a part of me really still can’t.” She whispered. But her tone was one of wistfulness rather than true disbelief.
She glanced down at the young human girl with a smile, currently sleeping, her head resting against her right-hand slender arm as the two sat down on the edge of the bed, the child exhausted from the excitement of meeting her properly that night.
From what she could see, there was no better welcome than that what a four year old human to give.
Mike had been unable to come for the visit with his friend, and so instead, Celia, her curiosity surrounding the girl at its peak, despite years of societal imbedded revulsion at the species, had finally overcome her apprehensions and decided she would come instead.
Although she had been told the whole tale of toxicity and danger had been wrong, it had still taken her time to come to terms with this fact deep down. Even more surprising had been the fact that, far from being stupid animals who simply lived in houses, humans were more like monsters than they could even imagine. She’d been told this, but it made all the difference in two worlds to actually see it.
“I think it’s time to put her to bed.” The other monster, who was sitting precariously on a chair too small for him merely said back, but he was smiling lightly as he nodded.
As she stood up, and pulled back the covers for him to complete the action, she couldn’t help but notice how gently he held her. It was almost as if she was the most delicate and valuable thing in the two worlds, and perhaps to Sulley, she was.
It was such a shame he had never had children of his own. Then again, maybe it wasn’t too late for him. Maybe some day.
It was also clear that the little girl adored him and Celia could only feel the warmth within her grow at this thought.
She herself had been scared as she’d entered the bedroom but Sulley, whether accidentally or intentionally, had known exactly how to react. He had accepted the greeting of the child with enthusiasm and then carefully pointed her out when Boo had noticed her, at first becoming slightly shy:
“You see her? The pretty lady? Well that’s Celia.”
“Ce-Celia.” She said with confidence, and then immediately ran up and grabbed her hand. The Gorgon female had to prevent herself from squawking when the child then dragged her across the room, the internal social prejudices still locked away in her subconscious.
But Sulley had merely given Celia a knowing glance and a nod and quietly left her to it. His silent but ever present confidence in the child sparked her own, and slowly but surely as the night wore on, being shown pictures, toys and having conversations between them all had caused this fear to slowly melt away.
“I can’t believe Mike wanted to leave her in the woods.” She eventually said with a shake of her head when he delicately placed the blanket over her and stepped aside, a claw poking a curl of hair behind the girl’s ear before doing so.
Having told her this unknowingly months earlier by Sulley’s accidental revealance, she was now finding it less difficult to grasp then she really admitted. When the company play had been planned, during an argument she had caught wind of this fact from the pair surrounding certain details being disputed. She had a key to their apartment now, since the events surrounding the child, though Mike kept dropping heavy hints about them moving in together.
“You NEVER cared for her Mike; at least not at that stage anyway. You hated her! You wanted to throw her into some German or Swiss town, I don’t know. Did you even check which continent you were going to throw her in? Because you were several thousand miles off the right one!”
“Oh sure bring up my Geography scores why don’t ya!”
It was at that point she had made her presence known.
She hadn’t heard all of the argument, but Sulley had not been happy about the idea of a play at all. Perhaps it had something to do with his general stage fright, but there was something else there, perhaps other details Sulley had not liked. Celia had not got the opportunity to hear them. Mike didn’t seem to give privy to such information if it existed. The play had been played as if was fiction, but there was some truth to it apparently underneath all the ‘glamour’. In the end the pair had made amends on some level, though only after Mike had taken over everything, including the script.
Sulley was far too much of a pushover sometimes. When it came to the girl and her safety, true, that had least been an area he wouldn’t budge on and likely never would, but Celia had to wonder how much he bent over to accommodate his best friend, and how much Mike took advantage of that. And sometimes he could possibly even use how much he cared for the girl to get what he wanted. It was how the play had gone ahead. Because Mike had stated that it might help increase human status in their world.
A small company play? Right.
Mike had a tendency to exaggerate, Celia knew that by now, after almost two years. But on what level she was not so sure. Sometimes she felt uncertain around him. He was indeed a ‘charmer’.
Of course, a little know truth about snake charmers was that in fact the reason the snake danced was in view of a threat.
But she felt like she had to try, to give this relationship the best chance it could. After all, people expected her to get married to the guy. Everyone did. She even continued to call him by his rediculous nickname, and she admitted that she did have needs too when it came to relationships, and singledom in fact almost frightened her. It was uncertain, unknown and not something she wanted to experience any time soon. She was not always sure with Mike, but some stability was better than none for her.
Granted, there was sometimes also a level of uncertainty around Sulley, but it was different somehow to Mike. Sometimes she did get the impression he was hiding things but... what he did show was at least true. He tended to be honest, of course not all, but most of the time. But he still hid things. She could tell.
Celia still didn’t know of Randall, only that he had disappeared. And although she did admit that there was something suspicious surrounding the whole thing she couldn’t bring herself to believe Sulley had been involved.
Mike if he had the means? Sure, and it slightly depressed her how easily she could now make that analysis surrounding her boyfriend.
But not Sulley. No way. It didn’t fit her viewpoint of him. He was too much... of a good person. He was a good man.
Then again so it had seemed with Waternoose...
No he wasn’t like him. The previous CEO had illegally banished them for heaven’s sake. It was almost akin to murder in their world. Almost. It was just a step below what might be the ultimate crime.
No Sulley would never do something like that.
At least based on how much she knew him, of which she admitted, was rather limited considering he was almost certain to have been the best men if she and Mike got married.
‘If’. That had once been a ‘WHEN’.
And it was more surprising when Celia realised she honestly did not care as much as she used to that it was specifically Mike.
Perhaps she only wanted to get married, and she didn't really care who.
Celia, if she admitted to herself, had grown slightly cynical. And perhaps she had her relationship with Mike to blame. She’d only been in her early twenties when they’d met, and he was almost twice her age.
Sometimes it felt like the other way around.
Noticing Sulley too was staring into out the window to the alien world, lost in thought, she tapped his arm.
“How are you doing? Are you alright? You seem a thousand miles away.”
“I don’t know if it’s that far, but it could be.” Sulley seemed to mutter, with what was perhaps... just a hint of bitterness?
“Sulley?” She then asked.
“Nothing.” He said.
“Come on, you don’t want me to have to call you Sulley-Wully again do you?” she tried to joke. She’d now realised how he’d hated that nick-name, and in truth she had grown out of it too. She had to look back at the times she called Mike ‘Googly-bear’ and had loved the name ‘Smooshie-poo’ and wonder what on earth she had been thinking. After all, wasn’t it a general rule you shouldn’t trust a guy who didn’t try to say your own name enough? But still she continued to call him it, it seemed to make him happy.
She had to give this the best chance possible. She repeated this in her head.
Sulley did indeed crack a smile, but it was a small one. “No really it’s nothing.” A clear and direct lie. Now there was a rarity. Such a shame for him that it didn’t work.
“Are you sure?”
“It was for the best.” Though to what he was referring, Celia couldn’t tell, and it didn’t seem like her companion would tell her. Either way he didn’t sound all that convinced himself.
They stepped out of the closet door in silence and made their way across the floor towards the swinging doors and the parking area. Sulley wasn’t keen on cars, but his position meant it had been necessary to buy one. He’d drive her home and he didn’t even bother to say so or offer, they both knew it already.
“Celia... do you ever wonder if things are all they’re... well supposed to be?” He asked as they stepped outside into the cool air from the building.
“What do you mean?”
This she realised that this night was unusual, she didn’t often get to speak to him alone, and she was starting to regret this fact.
She wanted to be his friend. Perhaps if she could give him advice, he could give her some. He wouldn’t lie that much, and even when he did, she’d know his true feelings by the look on his face and how he reacted. Celia needed more male friends in her life she felt, someone who wasn’t Mike, but also deep down she realised she wanted a friendship merely with Sulley regardless of the benefits of his gender.
He exhaled noisily, scratched the back of his head and then continued:
“I mean, if... everything is always as simple as they should be in silly little kid stories. You know, bedtime stories.”
“I still don’t get it.” She said truthfully.
“You know... good, evil... that sort of thing. That people are just one or the other and always will be. Can... someone still do something bad but still be a good person?”
The question was vague, and seemed to come completely out of nowhere. Once again her uncertainty returned. But somehow she wished to comfort him all the same.
Celia considered this. “Yeah. I mean, we all do something wrong sometimes don’t we? If that made us automatically bad there would be no such thing as a good person at all. We’re all good and bad I suppose in the end.” she said slowly and carefully. "I guess... it depends if you feel guilty when you do the bad things..." she mused out loud.
“That’s more or less what Boo told me too the other day.” A slight smile returning as he mentioned her, but then it faded. ” I really hope that’s true.” He sighed.
“You’re not talking about Waternoose are you?” she suddenly queried.
She knew that perhaps out of all of the employees, Waternoose’s true nature had hit Sulley the hardest, and not just because he’d been directly put up against him. Plus the trial wasn’t that far away. Perhaps he was worried about giving evidence. Perhaps he was tempted not to give evidence. She’d have to convince if otherwise if that was true.
Sulley looked genuinely shocked. “Waternoose? No. What gave you that idea?”
Well that was a relief. And he certainly wasn’t lying. But then who was he talking about? Someone else?
She gave him a puzzled look as he opened the car door for her, not making a big show of the gesture like her boyfriend would have done, it was simply in his second nature.
“I’ll tell you some-day.” He said, in almost answer to the question she had not asked.
Well, she’d hold him to that.
End of Part one.
A/N: You can take what you want from this, who Sulley is referring to- himself, a certain someone else, even both. Hope you liked it.
(Late edits- spelling mistakes! Agh! Tell me if you see more.)