Behind Closet Doors - Prologue
I've been a longtime Randall fan and I have no life, so I decided to write a story told in Randall's POV based on my interpretation of Monsters University. Basically, this is my AU version of MU. The themes are somewhat darker than those in the movie and I chose to make Randall not quite so sweet and innocent as he's being portrayed in the film because I feel like this is OOC for him. The main pairing in this story is SulleyxRandall, although it's not all that noticeable until you get to chapter fifty, so even if you don't like slash, you can still read the story. This is just the prologue to get us going. The next chapter goes back to Randy's university days. I hope you like it!
I'm an idiot. Anyone who thinks that they can best James P. Sullvian is an idiot. Nobody can beat that shaggy blue monster with bright purple spots who looks more like a cuddly child's toy than a big, scary monste
Behind Closet Doors - Chapter I
I got several encouraging comments on the prologue to this, so I decided to keep posting it. Here's chapter one in which we go back in time and explore Randy's first day at Monsters University. Hope you like the chapter, guys! Oh, and has anyone seen the new trailer yet? IT IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!! ...Sorry, I'm way too psyched for this movie. Anyway, hope you like this chapter.
Bright, blinding sunlight streams into my bedroom, waking me up with a sudden start. I blink the sleepiness out of my eyes and stare blearily around myself at the strange shapes and contours of my bedroom. I can't see a thing. Guess I'm not going to get very far until I find my glasses. Stretching out a hand to my left, I wave it around midair until it makes contact with something hard and wooden. That would be my nightstand. Hoping that my glasses are sitting right on top of it in a place easy
Behind Closet Doors - Chapter II
I'm so surprised and happy that people have been following this story! Thank you to all of you who have been reading it; you guys are the best. Here's the next chapter.
Scott Squibbles' friendliness almost unnerves me, but since I don't have anyone else to follow, I keep my school supplies clutched tightly to my chest and follow the jelly-like monster to the very back of the bus. Loud, annoyed muttering from behind me causes me to glance over my shoulder. The lime green one-eyed monster is stalking back down the aisle with his fists clenched in annoyance. Apparently, the bus driver decided not to pay any attention to his begging and pleading to return home to get whatever it is that he's forgotten to bring with him. Despite myself, I feel a toothy smile of satisfaction cross my lips. The eyeball deserves this for whacking into me earlier with only a muttered apology on his part. At th