Post by gs on Jan 7, 2011 20:20:10 GMT -5
Title: and they called him delusional
Notes: This remixes the fun "Supernatural" crossover stories below:
www.fanfiction.net/s/4619892/1/Where_Monsters_Fear_to_Roam
www.fanfiction.net/s/4738033/1/Monster_in_the_Closet
I suggest searching for "Supernatural" online to better understand the fic. Though one of the most important things from "Supernatural" is this line, as used in the ff.net summary for "Monster in the Closet" rec above: "When I told Dad I was afraid of the thing in the closet, he gave me a .45!" - Sam, Pilot.
Warning: Some strong language.
1
Winchester, Sam. After three months at Monsters Incorporated, Randall Boggs had learned a thing or two, such as the fact that sometimes a Scarer got kids from the same family if they happened to match well, but it was not so in this case, he just had the youngest Winchester boy. He was a new target, and all in all, Randall had thought he'd been doing pretty well.
Then one night as he unveiled himself, this time colored with makeshift flames against black, some hellish landscape--it was then he heard a click. Instinctively Randall blended back with his surroundings and twisted his head back, to stare at the point of a gun. It was in the hands of an older boy (probably the brother), and though his hands didn't shake, he now looked puzzled and more on edge, as he apparently aimed at thin air.
Not daring to breathe, Randall kept up his cover and swept back to the...slightly ajar closet door. fook. This was just what he needed, some rookie mistake--a really freakin' random rookie mistake, he'd never left it open before--for the other more experienced Scarers to hold over his head.... Hell, if he let the gun-toting human in, that would just make things perfect, the nicest nail in his coffin.
Randall slipped through and snapped the door shut, leaning back against it while he finally let himself breathe again. One hand reflexively reached up to wipe back his fronds, a nervous gesture--half-way up, it froze, as Randall finally noticed his assistant, Fungus, staring at him with petrified eyes and with Waternoose's claw covering his mouth. The CEO for his part looked the opposite--calm, though glaring.
"What happened? Fungus was about to cause a panic--"
In a very dazed voice, Randall thoughtlessly answered, "Kid had a gun."
It was then he realized the rest of the Scare Floor had been watching and listening intently, as a panic immediately did happen.
Waternoose expertly covered it up. Said Randall must've mistaken the boy's toy gun for the real thing, part of why humans were becoming so desensitized and hard to scare was their growing tendency to make horrors like that into playthings.
"But it clicked--"
Waternoose again insisted it must've been very realistic, and reminded Randall and Fungus that they were still excitable newcomers. In any case, Waternoose declared it a dead door, as the child had gone fearlessly up to Randall with his (toy) gun, and soon the thing was shredded.
Predictably, Randall bit his tongue and was sorely tempted to turn invisible over the next few days as the others snickered behind their tentacles and claws or whatever appendages they had (or lack thereof). It really wasn't much of a comfort that Fungus got similar attention.
Eventually that was replaced by new company gossip and his coworkers largely let it drop, and of course Waternoose wanted it all swept under the rug, but Randall still couldn't put the incident out of mind, though he never spoke of it again, not even with Fungus as his only witness, though part of him sometimes wondered if the whole thing just made his assistant unbearably more nervous and twitchy.
Title: and he wonders if he's having a nervous breakdown
Notes: This fic remixes this awesome "Toy Story" crossover below:
www.fanfiction.net/s/6151167/1/The_Closet
2
Randall scared both Andrew and Molly Davis. Apparently the higher-ups said he was a match for both of them. After a year at the company, Randall had taken up ranking the wall patterns of the different rooms he visited. That was too garish, this was too boring, that one was tricky, et cetera, et cetera. He even played favorites, and Randall eventually found that he liked Andy's wall pattern the best, its pure cloud pattern against blue somewhat unwinding the tension in him, always. And weirdly, he found he scared better when a little more relaxed, as if he went into some kind of strange zone of vast improvement.
Molly's wall pattern did nothing for him, and when Andy outgrew him and his door was shredded, he found he missed that blue cloudy sky he'd get to paint himself night after night. Randall wondered if Fungus was more observant than he let on when he realized he kept that pattern in the training set, even though it was no longer a disguise he had to practice anymore. Yet Randall found he couldn't bring himself to mention that little fact, even though he found he couldn't retain that same calm with just the cloudy sky mock-up he'd devised and Fungus had added to the training kit.
When the Scream Extractor couldn't advance any further without a test subject, Randall tried Molly. One look at her wall pattern that seemed even uglier tonight, Randall felt his stomach clench; his nerves were shot to hell. As far as he knew, no mon had ever willingly brought a human into the Monster World....
But as Waternoose had reminded him in their steadily terse discussions, rules were made to be broken.
Randall's hands clenched the bag he held for the test subject (he could only turn himself invisible, nothing else--and holding a tell-tale sack like this made blending in a moot point).
Be professional, just be professional-- Randall bit his tongue, tasting copper as he shoved back a laugh that would've no doubt sounded creepy and crazy. Right, like he knew how to be professional while snatching up juvenile humans for testing...could anyone be professional doing that?
Yeah, sure they could, it's just a job, just a job-- The reptilian monster edged closer to the girl's bed. With one pair of arms he swiftly tied a gag around her mouth (just in case) as the other pair slid her into the bag. Molly was very light in his arms as he turned.
So far, so goo-- Something suddenly hurt his toes, and he bit his tongue when choking down a pained shout (fantastic, his mouth would be full of blood before the night was over). He looked down, expecting to see he had stubbed a toe on something--he froze when he saw a Barbie toy rev her toy car back over his toes. Again, Randall bit his tongue (yep, his mouth would a be a wonderful mess tonight).
His jaw dropped and he dazedly wondered if blood had started dripping from it--a western girl doll and some other toys were literally freakin' charging at him now.
Even as Randall suspected he'd finally had a nervous breakdown and knew Waternoose would skip firing him and just freakin' kill him, the reptilian monster actually remembered something dimly from his own childhood, his strong belief that toys with faces and that looked like mons came to life when they were by themselves....
Don't be seen, don't be heard--rules from the Scarer code ran through Randall's head as he kept his mouth shut under the goddamned onslaught of sentient toys. (He tried to ignore other rules of the code, such as 'don't touch the human,' 'do not harm the human....'). They were throwing things at him and crawling over him, hitting, and those with some facsimile of a mouth bit, all the while demanding that he "put down Molly, put her down!"--it was still too surprising for him to put up much of a fight, especially when half of him was still convinced he was in the middle of a nervous breakdown and this really was all a delusion of his mind.
The struggle had gotten to the point where he held the girl in one hand as all the rest of his limbs and tail concentrated on batting the toys away, and of course the kid was awake by now and struggling in the sack and making muffled noises. Finally something bit down hard on that hand, and he dropped the bag to small horrified gasps, and a dismayed, guilty, "oh no!" Instinctively Randall snatched the bag up in mid air and made a split decision to abandon ship. He ran over to the girl's bed and unceremoniously shook her out of the bag, ripped off the gag, and with both things in hand made a run for the closet door. Randall shot a look at Molly, who was already going for her bedroom door, undoubtedly to get her mother, but Randall would be gone by the time she convinced her to come, he just had to be quick--
For the last time Randall bit his tongue (he wouldn't have been surprised if a good chunk just fell out the next time he talked) as he slammed into the wall beside the closet door. The wall shook, he heard a shelf bounce, something shattered loudly on the floor, some small voice shrieked "Bo!" But Randall did not turn back, and was out the door the next second.
He slammed it, and practically punched the buttons that returned it to the Vault. Randall stashed the bag and the gag in the fake scream canister cart, and rolled it back to the lair Waternoose had given him. Waternoose--damn, giving him a report on his failure tomorrow was going to simply suck. How the hell was he going to explain this? Maybe he should go with the nervous breakdown story, which was probably plain truth--maybe that would get him out of the whole Scream Extractor project that was giving him second thoughts and keeping him up at night and just leaving him with a permanent exhaustion embedded beneath his scales. But Waternoose really wasn't as warm and fuzzy as he liked to show--the CEO would probably think him pretty damn disposable if Randall gave a hint of mental deficiency or instability.
Molly was four years old--Randall could just say he needed someone younger for the test, that he found her unsuitably too old for experimenting with the machine.
###
"But Woody--" Buzz shot a look at his friend, still staring listlessly out the window, straight at the trash can a broken Bo Peep now rested in. "--He said they never actually hurt the kids! And that one never did, we all saw him just come in and scare Andy out of nowhere, and you said it was the same with Molly--Woody said it happens everywhere, that it's normal and doesn't last long when the kids grow older, like with Andy, he hasn't been to Andy's room since--"
"I know Buzz, it was the same with Emily, but this monster tried to take Molly!" Jessie turned away, tugging on her yarn of hair. "Why didn't he?"
"You fought it off--"
"He could've taken her if he really wanted to."
The space toy shook his head. "He was surprised, right?"
The western doll nodded.
"Monsters think the same thing as humans, that we toys aren't alive?"
Jessie shrugged. "Apparently."
"Then you caught him off guard--"
"He sure as heck caught us off guard," grumbled Jessie. "Stupid critter."
Buzz tentatively touched her shoulder. "Sounds like it could've been worse."
Could've lost more than Bo, could've dragged Molly away into the closet--but neither toy voiced that fear aloud.
"Barbie and I talked about a patrol being set up in Molly's room tonight, even if I'm not around this time--" Jessie began, even as she fervently hoped Molly would play with her again and forget to return her to Andy, she wanted to be around to help, just in case....
###
Some time later, another western doll and a clown fish toy stared at the closet door with some concern, when their Mary didn't immediately come out.
Notes: This remixes the fun "Supernatural" crossover stories below:
www.fanfiction.net/s/4619892/1/Where_Monsters_Fear_to_Roam
www.fanfiction.net/s/4738033/1/Monster_in_the_Closet
I suggest searching for "Supernatural" online to better understand the fic. Though one of the most important things from "Supernatural" is this line, as used in the ff.net summary for "Monster in the Closet" rec above: "When I told Dad I was afraid of the thing in the closet, he gave me a .45!" - Sam, Pilot.
Warning: Some strong language.
1
Winchester, Sam. After three months at Monsters Incorporated, Randall Boggs had learned a thing or two, such as the fact that sometimes a Scarer got kids from the same family if they happened to match well, but it was not so in this case, he just had the youngest Winchester boy. He was a new target, and all in all, Randall had thought he'd been doing pretty well.
Then one night as he unveiled himself, this time colored with makeshift flames against black, some hellish landscape--it was then he heard a click. Instinctively Randall blended back with his surroundings and twisted his head back, to stare at the point of a gun. It was in the hands of an older boy (probably the brother), and though his hands didn't shake, he now looked puzzled and more on edge, as he apparently aimed at thin air.
Not daring to breathe, Randall kept up his cover and swept back to the...slightly ajar closet door. fook. This was just what he needed, some rookie mistake--a really freakin' random rookie mistake, he'd never left it open before--for the other more experienced Scarers to hold over his head.... Hell, if he let the gun-toting human in, that would just make things perfect, the nicest nail in his coffin.
Randall slipped through and snapped the door shut, leaning back against it while he finally let himself breathe again. One hand reflexively reached up to wipe back his fronds, a nervous gesture--half-way up, it froze, as Randall finally noticed his assistant, Fungus, staring at him with petrified eyes and with Waternoose's claw covering his mouth. The CEO for his part looked the opposite--calm, though glaring.
"What happened? Fungus was about to cause a panic--"
In a very dazed voice, Randall thoughtlessly answered, "Kid had a gun."
It was then he realized the rest of the Scare Floor had been watching and listening intently, as a panic immediately did happen.
Waternoose expertly covered it up. Said Randall must've mistaken the boy's toy gun for the real thing, part of why humans were becoming so desensitized and hard to scare was their growing tendency to make horrors like that into playthings.
"But it clicked--"
Waternoose again insisted it must've been very realistic, and reminded Randall and Fungus that they were still excitable newcomers. In any case, Waternoose declared it a dead door, as the child had gone fearlessly up to Randall with his (toy) gun, and soon the thing was shredded.
Predictably, Randall bit his tongue and was sorely tempted to turn invisible over the next few days as the others snickered behind their tentacles and claws or whatever appendages they had (or lack thereof). It really wasn't much of a comfort that Fungus got similar attention.
Eventually that was replaced by new company gossip and his coworkers largely let it drop, and of course Waternoose wanted it all swept under the rug, but Randall still couldn't put the incident out of mind, though he never spoke of it again, not even with Fungus as his only witness, though part of him sometimes wondered if the whole thing just made his assistant unbearably more nervous and twitchy.
Title: and he wonders if he's having a nervous breakdown
Notes: This fic remixes this awesome "Toy Story" crossover below:
www.fanfiction.net/s/6151167/1/The_Closet
2
Randall scared both Andrew and Molly Davis. Apparently the higher-ups said he was a match for both of them. After a year at the company, Randall had taken up ranking the wall patterns of the different rooms he visited. That was too garish, this was too boring, that one was tricky, et cetera, et cetera. He even played favorites, and Randall eventually found that he liked Andy's wall pattern the best, its pure cloud pattern against blue somewhat unwinding the tension in him, always. And weirdly, he found he scared better when a little more relaxed, as if he went into some kind of strange zone of vast improvement.
Molly's wall pattern did nothing for him, and when Andy outgrew him and his door was shredded, he found he missed that blue cloudy sky he'd get to paint himself night after night. Randall wondered if Fungus was more observant than he let on when he realized he kept that pattern in the training set, even though it was no longer a disguise he had to practice anymore. Yet Randall found he couldn't bring himself to mention that little fact, even though he found he couldn't retain that same calm with just the cloudy sky mock-up he'd devised and Fungus had added to the training kit.
When the Scream Extractor couldn't advance any further without a test subject, Randall tried Molly. One look at her wall pattern that seemed even uglier tonight, Randall felt his stomach clench; his nerves were shot to hell. As far as he knew, no mon had ever willingly brought a human into the Monster World....
But as Waternoose had reminded him in their steadily terse discussions, rules were made to be broken.
Randall's hands clenched the bag he held for the test subject (he could only turn himself invisible, nothing else--and holding a tell-tale sack like this made blending in a moot point).
Be professional, just be professional-- Randall bit his tongue, tasting copper as he shoved back a laugh that would've no doubt sounded creepy and crazy. Right, like he knew how to be professional while snatching up juvenile humans for testing...could anyone be professional doing that?
Yeah, sure they could, it's just a job, just a job-- The reptilian monster edged closer to the girl's bed. With one pair of arms he swiftly tied a gag around her mouth (just in case) as the other pair slid her into the bag. Molly was very light in his arms as he turned.
So far, so goo-- Something suddenly hurt his toes, and he bit his tongue when choking down a pained shout (fantastic, his mouth would be full of blood before the night was over). He looked down, expecting to see he had stubbed a toe on something--he froze when he saw a Barbie toy rev her toy car back over his toes. Again, Randall bit his tongue (yep, his mouth would a be a wonderful mess tonight).
His jaw dropped and he dazedly wondered if blood had started dripping from it--a western girl doll and some other toys were literally freakin' charging at him now.
Even as Randall suspected he'd finally had a nervous breakdown and knew Waternoose would skip firing him and just freakin' kill him, the reptilian monster actually remembered something dimly from his own childhood, his strong belief that toys with faces and that looked like mons came to life when they were by themselves....
Don't be seen, don't be heard--rules from the Scarer code ran through Randall's head as he kept his mouth shut under the goddamned onslaught of sentient toys. (He tried to ignore other rules of the code, such as 'don't touch the human,' 'do not harm the human....'). They were throwing things at him and crawling over him, hitting, and those with some facsimile of a mouth bit, all the while demanding that he "put down Molly, put her down!"--it was still too surprising for him to put up much of a fight, especially when half of him was still convinced he was in the middle of a nervous breakdown and this really was all a delusion of his mind.
The struggle had gotten to the point where he held the girl in one hand as all the rest of his limbs and tail concentrated on batting the toys away, and of course the kid was awake by now and struggling in the sack and making muffled noises. Finally something bit down hard on that hand, and he dropped the bag to small horrified gasps, and a dismayed, guilty, "oh no!" Instinctively Randall snatched the bag up in mid air and made a split decision to abandon ship. He ran over to the girl's bed and unceremoniously shook her out of the bag, ripped off the gag, and with both things in hand made a run for the closet door. Randall shot a look at Molly, who was already going for her bedroom door, undoubtedly to get her mother, but Randall would be gone by the time she convinced her to come, he just had to be quick--
For the last time Randall bit his tongue (he wouldn't have been surprised if a good chunk just fell out the next time he talked) as he slammed into the wall beside the closet door. The wall shook, he heard a shelf bounce, something shattered loudly on the floor, some small voice shrieked "Bo!" But Randall did not turn back, and was out the door the next second.
He slammed it, and practically punched the buttons that returned it to the Vault. Randall stashed the bag and the gag in the fake scream canister cart, and rolled it back to the lair Waternoose had given him. Waternoose--damn, giving him a report on his failure tomorrow was going to simply suck. How the hell was he going to explain this? Maybe he should go with the nervous breakdown story, which was probably plain truth--maybe that would get him out of the whole Scream Extractor project that was giving him second thoughts and keeping him up at night and just leaving him with a permanent exhaustion embedded beneath his scales. But Waternoose really wasn't as warm and fuzzy as he liked to show--the CEO would probably think him pretty damn disposable if Randall gave a hint of mental deficiency or instability.
Molly was four years old--Randall could just say he needed someone younger for the test, that he found her unsuitably too old for experimenting with the machine.
###
"But Woody--" Buzz shot a look at his friend, still staring listlessly out the window, straight at the trash can a broken Bo Peep now rested in. "--He said they never actually hurt the kids! And that one never did, we all saw him just come in and scare Andy out of nowhere, and you said it was the same with Molly--Woody said it happens everywhere, that it's normal and doesn't last long when the kids grow older, like with Andy, he hasn't been to Andy's room since--"
"I know Buzz, it was the same with Emily, but this monster tried to take Molly!" Jessie turned away, tugging on her yarn of hair. "Why didn't he?"
"You fought it off--"
"He could've taken her if he really wanted to."
The space toy shook his head. "He was surprised, right?"
The western doll nodded.
"Monsters think the same thing as humans, that we toys aren't alive?"
Jessie shrugged. "Apparently."
"Then you caught him off guard--"
"He sure as heck caught us off guard," grumbled Jessie. "Stupid critter."
Buzz tentatively touched her shoulder. "Sounds like it could've been worse."
Could've lost more than Bo, could've dragged Molly away into the closet--but neither toy voiced that fear aloud.
"Barbie and I talked about a patrol being set up in Molly's room tonight, even if I'm not around this time--" Jessie began, even as she fervently hoped Molly would play with her again and forget to return her to Andy, she wanted to be around to help, just in case....
###
Some time later, another western doll and a clown fish toy stared at the closet door with some concern, when their Mary didn't immediately come out.