Post by Veg on Nov 2, 2006 18:05:58 GMT -5
Here is my new fanfic. It is like a crossover, but not quite. I hope I get some reviews soon.
Prologue
The 12 year old reptilian monster looked down at the tiled floor while his social worker talked with another monster. The young monster, Jeremy, looked up at the lights. Ever since his parents died, he had been shuffled around from orphanage to orphanage. Not that the orphanages were bad, most of them were okay, but he didn’t really liked the thought of an
unknown stranger adopting him and being a new “mom” or “dad”. His social worker then came out. She was a tall red monster with fin-like ears and long tentacles.
“Jeremy”
Jeremy looked away.
“Jeremy,” His social worker said again. “There is this monster who wants to adopt you. Do you want to meet him?”
Jeremy looked at her and then away. “No.”
“He seems like a good parent, I’m sure you will get along with him fine. Can you please just meet him for awhile?”
Jeremy looked at her and shrugged. His social worker went back into the room and in a few seconds, came back with the monster. Jeremy’s eyes widened. The monster was a reptile like himself. He had purple scales, a blue tail, pink tipped fronds and emerald eyes.
He looks like me. Jeremy thought.
His social worker looked at her clipboard. “Mr...Randall Boggs, right?”
Randall Boggs nodded.
“Well, this is Jeremy.” The social worker said. “Jeremy, this is Mr. Boggs.”
The two reptiles looked at each other.
“Hi’ya kid.” Randall said. Jeremy said nothing. His social worker gave him a “don’t-be-rude” look.
Jeremy sighed. “Hello Mr. Boggs.”
After Randall signed the adoption papers, he took Jeremy outside and began to walk home with him. There was a moment’s silence while they walked, then Randall spoke.
“You don’t seem to be much of a talker, kid.”
“Not really.” Jeremy mumbled.
“Well who can blame you? I was a bit like that when I was a kid.”
Jeremy looked up at him. “You were?”
“Oh yeah.” Randall said. “I was an orphan like you.”
“Really Mr. Boggs?”
“What’s the whole ‘Mr. Boggs’ business? You can call me dad now.”
Jeremy paused. He had never really called anyone dad before. For the rest of the walk, they both stayed silent until they got home. Randall lead Jeremy in the apartment building and headed up to his apartment. Randall opened his apartment door.
“Well, we’re home. Not much though.”
Jeremy walked in and looked around. “I think it’s okay. Better than those orphanages.”
“Better to forget all that kid.” Randall said, going in and locking the door behind him. “I bet you’re hungry.”
At that moment, there was a rumble from Jeremy’s stomach.
“Well, I guess I am.”
Randall nodded and went into a small kitchen. Jeremy looked around at the apartment. There was a couch sitting in the middle of the living room. A tall standing lamp stood on one corner near the window. A small television stood a little bit apart from the couch. Jeremy went over
and turned it on. A news show was one, reporting a story about a Monsters Inc. crisis. It seemed that more kids are getting too old to be scared or not scared at all and more doors are being shredded.
“If this continues on,” the anchor monster said. “there can be an energy crisis in five years. The only hope is to find a new energy that is more powerful than screams. Now in lighter news...”
“Huh, like that’s gonna happen.”
Jeremy turned to see Randall standing near the doorway of the kitchen. He mumbled an apology.
“Sorry Mr...er...dad. I was just—”
“It’s okay.” Randall said. “Just came in to say that the food is ready.”
In the kitchen, Jeremy sat at a small table with a bowl of yellow stuff in front of him, steam rising from it.
“Macaroni and cheese.” Randall mumbled, seating himself at the other end. “It’s not much but—”
“It’s okay.” Jeremy said, picking up the spoon. He placed a morsel of mac and cheese in his mouth. It was delicious. He smiled and swallowed.
“This is great!”
Randall looked up from his bowl in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah!” Jeremy said. “Better than the food at the...oh sorry. I have to forget it.”
Randall smiled. “You’re okay Jer.”
“You too.” Jeremy said. He paused and added. “Dad.”
Prologue
The 12 year old reptilian monster looked down at the tiled floor while his social worker talked with another monster. The young monster, Jeremy, looked up at the lights. Ever since his parents died, he had been shuffled around from orphanage to orphanage. Not that the orphanages were bad, most of them were okay, but he didn’t really liked the thought of an
unknown stranger adopting him and being a new “mom” or “dad”. His social worker then came out. She was a tall red monster with fin-like ears and long tentacles.
“Jeremy”
Jeremy looked away.
“Jeremy,” His social worker said again. “There is this monster who wants to adopt you. Do you want to meet him?”
Jeremy looked at her and then away. “No.”
“He seems like a good parent, I’m sure you will get along with him fine. Can you please just meet him for awhile?”
Jeremy looked at her and shrugged. His social worker went back into the room and in a few seconds, came back with the monster. Jeremy’s eyes widened. The monster was a reptile like himself. He had purple scales, a blue tail, pink tipped fronds and emerald eyes.
He looks like me. Jeremy thought.
His social worker looked at her clipboard. “Mr...Randall Boggs, right?”
Randall Boggs nodded.
“Well, this is Jeremy.” The social worker said. “Jeremy, this is Mr. Boggs.”
The two reptiles looked at each other.
“Hi’ya kid.” Randall said. Jeremy said nothing. His social worker gave him a “don’t-be-rude” look.
Jeremy sighed. “Hello Mr. Boggs.”
After Randall signed the adoption papers, he took Jeremy outside and began to walk home with him. There was a moment’s silence while they walked, then Randall spoke.
“You don’t seem to be much of a talker, kid.”
“Not really.” Jeremy mumbled.
“Well who can blame you? I was a bit like that when I was a kid.”
Jeremy looked up at him. “You were?”
“Oh yeah.” Randall said. “I was an orphan like you.”
“Really Mr. Boggs?”
“What’s the whole ‘Mr. Boggs’ business? You can call me dad now.”
Jeremy paused. He had never really called anyone dad before. For the rest of the walk, they both stayed silent until they got home. Randall lead Jeremy in the apartment building and headed up to his apartment. Randall opened his apartment door.
“Well, we’re home. Not much though.”
Jeremy walked in and looked around. “I think it’s okay. Better than those orphanages.”
“Better to forget all that kid.” Randall said, going in and locking the door behind him. “I bet you’re hungry.”
At that moment, there was a rumble from Jeremy’s stomach.
“Well, I guess I am.”
Randall nodded and went into a small kitchen. Jeremy looked around at the apartment. There was a couch sitting in the middle of the living room. A tall standing lamp stood on one corner near the window. A small television stood a little bit apart from the couch. Jeremy went over
and turned it on. A news show was one, reporting a story about a Monsters Inc. crisis. It seemed that more kids are getting too old to be scared or not scared at all and more doors are being shredded.
“If this continues on,” the anchor monster said. “there can be an energy crisis in five years. The only hope is to find a new energy that is more powerful than screams. Now in lighter news...”
“Huh, like that’s gonna happen.”
Jeremy turned to see Randall standing near the doorway of the kitchen. He mumbled an apology.
“Sorry Mr...er...dad. I was just—”
“It’s okay.” Randall said. “Just came in to say that the food is ready.”
In the kitchen, Jeremy sat at a small table with a bowl of yellow stuff in front of him, steam rising from it.
“Macaroni and cheese.” Randall mumbled, seating himself at the other end. “It’s not much but—”
“It’s okay.” Jeremy said, picking up the spoon. He placed a morsel of mac and cheese in his mouth. It was delicious. He smiled and swallowed.
“This is great!”
Randall looked up from his bowl in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah!” Jeremy said. “Better than the food at the...oh sorry. I have to forget it.”
Randall smiled. “You’re okay Jer.”
“You too.” Jeremy said. He paused and added. “Dad.”
