OWP: Glad you liked it! (Wasn’t Randall’s Pixar spoof funny?)
Ok, after a week (wanted to post it up yesterday, but I was tied up with some studying), here’s Chapter Five. This one is highly extensive, and this one will deviate from the main plot, because although Michael and James are the most prominent characters during the incident that occur, several vantage points will be shown as well, to give new insight into some of the other characters.
Also, keep your eye out for an Illumination Entertainment animation reference.
And so… here it is.
Chapter Five: When One Door Opens
A single door. Stationed on the Energy Floor. It was white, with some pink and lilac flowers around the bottom for decoration. Not only was it stationed there, but it was also active, as indicated by the red light on its portal connectivity frame.
“Hello?” called out James, “There’s a door here.”
No one answered. Almost instinctively, James morphed into his beastly form, and entered the door.
“Hello?” James tried again, “Is anyone scaring in here?”
The room was empty. No one, neither a kaiju nor an Earth child seemed to be present. James closed the door tight, but still was unsure about sending the door back. Something didn’t seem right. As James was about to leave the area, he heard a noise; a thumping type noise. He looked around, nothing in sight. That is, until he looked behind and down and caught what would be the most frightening sight in all of Kaiju City, were it to be discovered by the authorities.
She was less than two feet tall, dressed in a pink nightshirt, lilac leggings, white socks, and her silky dark brown hair tied into high short pigtails with decorative magenta barrettes. Her puerile complexion was as clear and pale as porcelain and soft as velvet, and her eyes were a deep brown, yet glimmered through the narrow almond shaped frames they were encased in. She was simply playing around with James’ long and furry tail, fluffing the hair slightly, when she looked up at his face and smiled.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” James cried out. There was an actual girl from Earth, but walking on kaiju soil! James started panicking, because he knew what could happen if the public discovered her, and he didn’t even want to imagine what the CDA has planned if something like this were to come to their attention. The beast grabbed the girl with pliers and attempted to throw her back into her room with brute force, but it was no use. After he closed the door, the girl reappeared, giggling and babbling as she followed him around, carrying her toys and blanket in order to give to him.
“Get away from me!” James’ voice boomed, but the girl kept on following him. The beast tried stuffing the toys in a locker, but the girl climbed onto his back when he wasn’t looking. James screamed for dear life, trying to flush the toys down a toilet, but the rambunctious toddler popped up again, exclaiming “Neko-chan! Neko-chan!”.
James tried to communicate with her, but it was no use. Apparently, not only was he trying to talk to a child who was still incapable of proper human speech, but apparently she didn’t seem to speak his language either. “Neko-chan” was the only thing he could get from the girl’s speech, but did not have a single idea of what it meant.
“We need to get you back to your room right now,” James told the girl, picking her up and rushing her to the Energy Floor again, when all of a sudden, he heard soft footsteps coming from the other side, where plaster had been drying to repair the George-shaped hole from earlier that day. James took cover as a slim, yet familiar figure wandered in with an entire cart of vocal containment canisters.
“What’s Randall doing here?” James whispered to himself.
Randall stepped through the door, but quickly exited. James noticed a look of disappointment written on his co-worker’s face as he pressed some buttons on the control panel.
Wait! No! James watched as the door was sent back up to the ceiling, speeding away on the zip line. Randall walked away with the canister cart, but before he knew it, he had a sneeze. The purple haired man just walked away, talking to himself.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Randall whispered, “Besides, I’m in need of some unwinding.”
James started to worry. That door was the only way to prevent anything from happening to the toddler girl, and it was sent back up. Obviously, he could not obtain the portal key card, for this particular door was unfamiliar to him, and it was not one he’s ever really worked with either. Desperate to solve the problem, James stuffed the girl in a work bag and zipped it up tightly. He morphed back into his humanoid form as he ran out into the lobby, where he was greeted by the “Furry Fandom” a.k.a. the James P. Sullivan Fan Club.
“We love you Sullivan!!!” cheered some teen girls wearing furry hats, dresses, legwarmers, and matching purses.
“Take a picture with us!” exclaimed some boys with fur hats and polka-dot hoodies.
“Give us some hugs and autographs!” exclaimed a group of elementary school children in uniform.
James was now caught between his fans and getting outside the factory. With almost uncanny strength, James posed for some pictures that the teenagers took with their phones, and autographed various backpacks and managed to give the schoolchildren a massive group hug before dashing out the revolving doors with the bag in hand.
“He’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die!” exclaimed a girl with a single pigtail standing up on her head.
It was a busy, yet quiet night over at Harryhausen’s, Kaiju City’s most expensive sushi restaurant. A chef with a white headband was chopping up a salmon fillet, and serving it on a plate, which a waiter took to another table. Pete and Charlie from Energy Floor F were also there with some other co-workers, chatting as they ate. Over in a corner, however, sat Michael in a fancy green suit and tie, with Celia having put up most of her hair in a bun with jade chopsticks, and she was dressed in a beautiful green brocade kimono, and a matching purse sat on her seat.
“Oh, Googly-Bear!” Celia sighed dreamily, “I’ve had so many birthdays, but this one has to be the best one ever!”
“Oh, Shmoopsie-Poo,” Michael followed, “The way you say it just warms my heart.”
“The food, the ambience,” Celia picked up her chopsticks and took a bite out of her salmon nigiri, “It’s all so wonderful and a dream come true.”
“And now,” Michael began, lifting a glass of plum cider, “A toast, to the most beautiful kaiju to have graced Matsuri—SULLEY?!!”
“What do you mean, ‘Sulley’?” Celia grew confused.
“I thought I just saw Sulley running outside the window,” Michael tried to explain.
“Maybe your mind is too focused on work,” Celia tried to reason, “Let’s just focus on dinner right now.”
At that moment, James burst through the doors of the restaurant, desperate and distressed.
“James!” Celia exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”
“Celia, I need to talk with Mike,” James answered, grabbing a menu and hiding behind it.
“Ok, Sulley, this better be good,” Michael glared at James suspiciously.
James took a deep breath, “Alright, here it goes. You see, while I was trying to figure out the paperwork, I noticed a door was left unattended on our Energy Floor.”
“Unattended door?” At first, Michael was confused, until he remembered the embarrassing gloating dance he had recorded in the locker room earlier that morning:
I’m in the zone, today, Sullivan! Gonna do some serious scaring, putting up some big numbers.
“Randall! That cheater!” Michael’s face turned red in anger, “He’s trying to boost his numbers!”
“Yeah, about that,” James began to sweat, scratching the back of his head, “We have a bigger problem than just that.”
“What could be worse than Boggs’ bad work ethic?” Michael wondered.
James took another deep breath again, “Ook-lay in the ag-bay,” he spoke.
“I’m not getting any of you gibberish, Sulley,” Michael grew impatient.
“Look in the bag!” James whispered loudly.
Michael took a peek in the bag. “I see nothing,” he answered, “Is this a sick joke?”
“What do you mean—?” James looked in the bag, and saw that there was absolutely nothing in there.
“Oh no,” James panted desperately.
“What do you mean, ‘oh no’?” Michael folded his arms across his chest.
All of a sudden, a loud scream was heard from across the restaurant. The two men turned their attention to see exactly where the cry had come from.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! James buried in face in his hands.
“Nothing says dinner like steak and vegetables!”
Over at another location in town, Randall was in the comfort of his tackily-decorated penthouse residence, seated at his personal dinner table as he cut a piece of steak into small, bite-sized pieces. He took a bit out of the soft, tender meat just as Jeffrey arrived, dressed up in a black suit and white dress shirt.
“Fungus, you’ve outdone yourself,” Randall began, tapping his napkin to his lips.
“Um, thanks,” Jeffrey replied, slightly shaky, “Glad you like it, I am.”
“Having you as my butler is the best decision I could have made,” Randall continued, “Can’t wait to see what’s for dessert tonight.”
“Like it, you will,” Jeffrey began, “When you finish dinner, bring it, I will. Speaking of life, a wife and kids to tend to, I have.”
“Uh huh,” Randall reached for his glass and took a sip of his beverage—an interesting blend of grapefruit soda, white grape juice, and rose water.
“It’s just that,” Jeffrey continued, “being your servant, taking more of my quality time away, it is. Being able to converse with my dear Patricia, I miss. Telling the kids that the reason I have so many injuries is because my tasks at work are ‘demanding and dangerous’, so as not to have my wife call the company and demand that I file a workplace violence lawsuit, I had to.”
Randall had finished his plate as he took another sip of his drink. “That’s very interesting, Fungus. Now, let’s see dessert.”
Jeffrey presented a platter with what looked to be a large chocolate-topped éclair. Randall grinned with delight as he took a bite out of the cream-filled pastry.
“This is delicious!” Randall was pleased, “I love these more than cupcakes, really.”
“Glad you like it, Master,” Jeffrey bowed politely.
“And while you’re at it, please prepare my bath,” Randall ordered, still enjoying his dessert.
Jeffrey’s face fell once again. “What soap do you want?” he inquired anxiously.
“Hmm,” Randall thought for a moment, “Mix the lavender and moonflower bubble soaps, and sprinkle the purple tulip and lotus petals this time. Also if you could have the room scented by the lavender sage candles, that would be nice.”
Jeffrey sighed exhaustedly. “Get started right away, I will,” he said, trudging away from the dining table.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh!!! Somebody help us! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
Back at Harryhausen’s, the patrons were running amuck, screaming for their lives. The sushi chef dropped everything he was doing as he started to dial a number on the phone.
"CDA, how may we help you? a voice on the phone asked.
“We’ve got a major issue going on here,” the sushi chef tried to stay calm.
“Is this a standard 2319?” asked the phone voice.
“Nope,” the sushi chef answered back, “We’ve got a full-on Code Black. I repeat, there’s a Code Black situation.”
The voice on the phone remained silent for a moment. “How are the patrons doing?”
“Not cooperating well,” the sushi chef responded, “There’s panic everywhere. Subject appears to be a toddler-aged Earth female who can’t even talk.”
“Stay calm, and try to keep the patrons under control,” the voice advised, “We will be sending in squadrons to deal with the situation.”
The sushi chef hung up promptly. He made his way over to a corner of the restaurant where everyone was cowering as the girl danced and clapped on a stage.
“Everyone,” began the sushi chef, “I want you all to stay calm. The authorities will be here in a moment and take care of the situation.”
“That thing scared me to death in our picture!” one of the patrons whispered loudly.
The girl kept on twirling around clapping as she babbled “Ya-ya-ba-ba-ra-ru-Boo!!!”
At that moment, everyone panicked again, screaming as they scrambled for the entrance. However, when they ran outside, the establishment was already surrounded by vans and helicopters; figures in yellow hazmat suits already scrambled into teams to round up the restaurant patrons and take them away for mass cleansings. James and Michael ran outside as well, seeing that the girl had run out into the streets. One woman with a fur stole and mandarin-style dress had dropped her satin clutch as suited men and women forced her into one of the vans, and the girl started playing with it. Fortunately, James was able to capture her in the bag. Suddenly, he noticed that Michael had not been following him for a few minutes.
“Mike!” James called out, “We need to go!”
“I’m trying to get Celia out of this mess!” Michael shouted back, but before he could make it out of the scene, two agents grabbed Celia out of his grasp, and threw her into a van before speeding away.
“Forget about Celia for now!” exclaimed James, “Come with me!”
Michael thought for a moment, and then started sprinting away towards James as they headed for an alley where the CDA would not find them.
“Can it get any worse than this?” Michael asked.
As if on cue, a loud noise like that of a giant explosion was heard across the city. A force field had been activated around the sushi restaurant. The two friends had been stopped in their tracks by the disturbance.
“Let’s go NOW!,” James remarked, “No time to relax.”
“Ahh! The best way to relax. A warm, fragrant bath after quite a day of scaring.”
Inside a spacious bathroom, there was Randall, sitting in a large tub in the corner, filled with warm water, mountains of soapy lavender bubbles, and bath petals scattered in the water. The scent of lavender permeated the room, thanks to the surrounding candles. Only his head, shoulders, feet, and crossed shins were visible, as the rest of him was hidden by the soap bubbles. The sounds of soft jazz played on a radio seated on a toiletries table.
“Mmmm…” Randall sighed in a slightly drowsy tone; his eyes closed. He sunk his head slightly into the water to blow some bubbles, when the relaxing tenor saxophone melody was interrupted by what sounded like a news channel fanfare. Randall immediately jolted upward at the abrupt disturbance, and his eyes shot open as well.
“We interrupt this soft jazz radio broadcast to bring you a breaking news report!” the radio voice announced, “For what seems to be the first time ever, a ‘Code Black’ has been issued, and of all places, the Harryhausen’s Sushi Restaurant! Witnesses claim that an Earth child has been spotted, and some information has been given to the authorities. Subject is described to be under 2 feet tall and female, but some eyewitness views are conflicting regarding the incident.”
“It flew over town, and used its laser vision to destroy my car!” one witness voice claimed.
“That’s nothing!” exclaimed another victim, “It picked me up with its mind powers!”
Randall stretched his arms behind his head, telling himself, “Ok, this is starting to sound like mass hysteria. An Energy Harvester like me knows that children from Earth do not have such abilities, but just in case—Fungus!!!”
Jeffrey entered the bathroom, and even more nervous than usual. “Um, yes?” he asked.
“Will you please lock all the doors and windows tightly,” Randall asked, switching the way his legs were crossed, “There’s been a report that a Code Black is being issued by the CDA, and although the reports seem more like mass hysteria, we can’t take any chances. There’s no official confirmation as of yet, but we need to be on the safe side.”
“Will do,” Jeffrey answered. He promptly exited the bathroom, leaving Randall to finish his soothing bath. The young man gently lathered the soap through his long, purple hair as the music returned on the radio.
In another location in town, Roz sat on a couch, watching the news on the television screen. She took a sip of her orange-infused White Tea as she heard the reports about the “laser vision” and “mind powers” being repeated on the screen. The news anchor had even brought in a science specialist, but even he was panicking, telling everyone to run for their lives. After the report was done, the woman got off of her couch and grabbed a worn notebook from her dining table. She went into a study-like room and sat down, flipping through both the notebook and what seemed to be a history book titled Legends and Prophecies of Old. Upon reaching a page titled “The Lux Nova Prophecy”, she began reading and highlighting pieces of text, as well as writing down in her notebook.
“Let’s see,” Roz began, “The impeding darkness is the power shortage, and it claims that when this happens, a child from the ‘realm of the sun’, shall set foot on the ‘realm of the moon’, and offer us this gift of new light. ‘Realm of the sun’ is what we call Earth, since humans are active during the daytime, and we, the kaiju, are the ‘realm of the moon’, because we are associated with night on Earth. Code Black can only mean one thing; an Earth child is indeed roaming our world, but sightings are unconfirmed by the CDA as of yet. Could the prophecy be possibly coming true?”
Roz continued to read the text, specifically the part where it told about the three fears and the two guardians. She put her pen down, pondering the meaning of the prophecy.
“Maybe the two guardians already have this child,” Roz reasoned, “And they’re probably protecting her from all the commotion going on. Hopefully no harm comes to her.”
“Get that thing away from me! I don’t want anything to do with it!”
Michael and James were back at their apartment but were hiding behind their couch as the girl twirled around the carpeted floor of the living room, babbling and giggling with a smile on her young face. The two men ran into the kitchen, and instantly returned, but clad in what appeared to be makeshift armor. James had put a colander on his head as a helmet and grabbed a trash lid as a shield. Michael was wearing a snorkeling set with oven mittens and a strainer over his face. They backed away as the girl clumsily waddled towards them.
“Why don’t we give her something to play with?” James asked.
“Well, what could you possibly give her to—” Michael’s visible eye widened, “No, no, you are not giving her my ‘Little Mikey’ doll!”
James grabbed a brown stuffed doll with one eye, two horns, and four legs off of a shelf. He made the doll dance for the girl, who was about to grab it before Michael slapped it out of James’ hand.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Michael grew nervous, seeing as the girl was about to cry.
And so, the girl began to cry. Michael rushed to shut the window from having the helicopters discover them as James tried to calm her down. However, the lights started to flicker on and off, until James picked up the doll again. As he was about to hand it back to her, a book fell off the shelf and flung it out of his hand, causing her to cry again.
“What are we going to do now?” Michael was desperate, “This is completely hopeless!”
As he ran to get a disinfectant spray, Michael tripped on his doll, then fell into the trash can. The force of his fall cause the old book shelf to break, and all the books fell into his mouth. To put some icing on the cake, the trash can fell right on top of the disinfectant spray can, and cause it to burst everywhere. James shielded the girl from the spray blast, which left Michael with a burning red eye. Amused by the sight, the child started to laugh. However, as her laughter grew in its intensity, so did the brightness of the lights; not only in their apartment, but also throughout the city.
“What is going on?” James felt a surge of fear as he noticed the lights’ power spiking beyond capacity.
Out in a quiet, recreational area, a young teen couple admired the vista overlooking the city from their car, when a giant, fiery mushroom cloud exploded, engulfing the city. Suddenly, the cloud disappeared, leaving only a plain of darkness.
By the way, if you have no idea what a nigiri is, here’s a picture of it: