Important author’s note!
Have THREE drabbles I just want to post here.
First some clarification- it’s an extended canon fact that Randall did indeed train Sulley (one of the few ‘extended canon facts’ that has yet to be contradicted by any other form of canon along with the fact Randall was once top scarer)- I just needed to say that because TWO of these drabbles mention either point, just to avoid confusion.
Also the second drabble DOES refer to the way I kind of think, even though I’m a big Sulley fan (he edges ahead of Randall in fact), there IS something a bit fishy I think about the scream scores which makes we wonder…
The last one only refers to Sulley and his perspective of human kids when he’s just fresh from scarer training.
Anyway. I hope you’ll enjoy these or at least one of them. Partial credit does go to Nexas for the thing about Waternoose having SOME influence in training in the second drabble (which is true in the movie), but as a CEO he couldn’t be there all the time…
Plus the first drabble has the vaguest of innuendos, referring to ‘batting for the other side’ in an incredibly vague way- just because I’m immature like that just like Randall here. 
Drabble one: Arguments
(When Randall first starts to begin building the scream extractor?)
(Randall’s fangirls will hopefully be amused on some level. Ahem.)
[i]“Well at least I have a girlfriend!”
‘Oh boy’. Sulley tried his best not to roll his eyes at this juvenile statement, of course coming from his best friend. Granted, it seemed as if both his friend’s and Randall’s arguments always descended into such spats. He’d once, in his more naive days, had thought they’d left such things behind in high school (such a long time ago it was too…). Unfortunatly, Randall seemed to bring out the very worst in Mike and vice-versa.
Randall seemed to have grown just a tad more irritable these days. Mike claimed it was only jealousy, jealousy since they’d recently been having somewhat of a streak when it came to the top position, a position that more often than not (although not ALL the time), had once been held by Randall himself.
Sulley was sad to think that this in of itself may be true. He could see no OTHER obvious or apparent change which had resulted in him turning sour. There was no other noticible changes in their lives, other than perhaps the political nervousness of the possibility of a scream shortage… but surely that would be a time for the top two scarers to pull together?
Sometimes he wondered if he should talk to Waternoose about it. The arguments Mike and Randall engaged on got on his nerves. But THAT made him feel like a child and simply returned them to the issue that they might as well be back in high school again.
In some ways, the company WAS like high school all over again.
And as was somewhat typical of highschool, EVERYONE was watching in the mess room they were currently in, and Sulley once more felt like he wished the ground would swallow him whole. He wasn’t always shy about attention, but this was the kind they really didn’t need. None of them needed it. It was utterly humilating sometimes how those two argued, and at times he didn’t really know who he was more annoyed at regarding it.
“Guys…” he started to say tiredly, but they completely ignored him.
“What’s the matter Randall, jealous?” Mike repeated, apparently, him thinking that having found someone willing to date him while Randall remained single was like someone winning the monster equivilant of the noble prize.
Perhaps it was almost. Sulley had heard many rumours and stories, in fact more rumours and stories than he had ever really wanted to know regarding his ex-trainer. These little details often made him wish there was really such a thing called ‘mind-bleach’ to wash away the mental images.
Women absolutely terrified him sometimes.
Randall at first looked incredibly angry, and for a short amount of time Sulley thought he might have even looked slightly hurt. However this was only for a mere flicker, and it was gone. Sulley was sure he must have imagined it when a smile instead crossed the monster’s face:
“Wazowski, I’m flattered that you seem to want to make me jealous, but unfortunatly for you I’m not on the same team.” He paused.
“Sullivan.” He nodded in slight more respect than Sulley had been used to lately, who merely blinked in surprise as he walked away, the rest of the canteen giggling.
Sulley was sure he could time to the last millisecond when his best friend finally realised what precisely Randall had been getting at.[/i]
Drabble two: A Sulley in training (Randall’s perspective)
[i]When it came to training, Randall had to admit, he could have done alot worse than having Mr. Sullivan “Please, call me Sulley” as a student. He’d certainly SEEN worse even if he’d only been training for just over a year prior to his present one-on-one trainee.
Trainee. He still found it odd that he was technically mentoring someone who was his senior by over a decade. Before hand people had been at least a little younger. Still, Randall had to admit, that despite perhaps being a little slow on the uptake in some areas, Mr.Sullivan… SULLEY, was on the whole perfectly fine to work with. He listened intently, paid him respect despite his more advanced years and on the whole had the talent to make it through. It wouldn’t take long for him to get this ‘newbie’ out on the scare floor and earning screams, no doubt about that.
There were however two wrinkles to the whole thing.
The first was Mr. Waternoose. Randall was not sure how much he appreciated the old CEO’s presence at times. Granted, being a very busy man, he wasn’t there ALL the time, but he seemed to be there a great deal more than he was usually with trainees. It was slightly unnerving. While he seemed kind enough to them both, sometimes with the old CEO… it felt as if he was continually judging you. It felt like Sulley’s preformance wasn’t the ONLY one being remarked upon when he gave tips. Randall felt annoyed at best over this whole thing. It was if he was subtly trying to say Randall wasn’t up to scratch as a trainer.
He probably didn’t mean it, Randall decided. And he was hardly suicidal enough to tell someone as powerful as him to back off anyway.
He was HIS student however and he didn’t understand the specific interest, even if he was a good deal older than most other new recruits. People had been afraid he couldn’t handle it, going in so late in the game. Well, Randall would make sure he’d prove them wrong.
If Waternoose stopped interrupting perhaps.
Granted Mr.Sullivan apparently was a ‘special case’, coming from a long line of above-average scarers. He’d just recently found the drive to pursue this legacy himself.
At first Randall had been fearful of having some snobbish brat on his hands who thought just because his family had been great meant he was too. Never let it be said that the working class can’t have ‘snobs’. Randall knew this from experience.
He’d been relieved to find that this hadn’t been so.
Still, Waternoose’s presence annoyed him. Sometimes he had to wonder even when the two of them were alone if the old crab could somehow blend in a similiar manner to himself…
The second wrinkle was smaller… and a good deal louder.
Having been slightly imbittered when he’d been deemed unfit physically speaking as a scarer, Wazowski (Randall REFUSED on principle to attach ‘Mr.’ to his name), had taken it upon himself to set up a grudge.
In truth Wazowski was just jealous Randall decided. Jealous perhaps of not only the fact they (yes, ‘they’) were either going to be or were scarers and he was not but the fact that Sulley was spending so much time with him.
And perhaps it would continue.
Perhaps Randall could even try to see if he’d end up on HIS floor. Sulley was to be his last student according to his superiors. He wanted to see his last, and hopefully greatest work in action after all.
Even Waternoose had seemed pleased at the idea when he’d suggested it. Quite enthusiastic really, though Randall couldn’t really figure out why.[/i]
Drabble three: Eyes (Sulley only and just fresh from training)
[i]If he was ever asked what it was about human children which was the most terrifying, Sulley tended to give the default answer that everyone gave- their toxicity.
And while on some level this was indeed true, on another level it was far more than that.
While other more experienced scarers watched out for and feared the hands and arms of a human child, (because after all, they could reach out and touch you), Sulley also feared another part in addition to these.
The eyes.
Sulley wasn’t sure why but they were so unlike the robotic version he had seen in training, whose eyes were souless and dead.
In their eyes he saw something like that of a monster’s, his fellow monsters. It was almost… creepy. They looked so STRANGE in some ways and yet also familar in others. Their eyes were monsters eyes and vice versa. Or so they seemed to be anyway.
But that couldn’t be true. They were only animals in the end. EVERYONE knew that. AND they were dangerous! The fear still remained in the end, which lent weight to this argument in his thoughts. So he pushed the rediculous questions of their eyes to the back of his mind. He moved on. The effect of the eyes dulled. He forgot the questions in time.
He never knew that so many scarers had at some point wondered about this very thing themselves. So many had then simply shaken their heads at the notion, chastising themselves for being rediculous and forgot.
After all, they were just animals.[/i]