I had originally decided to abort this idea, but, upon the apparent popularity of my reference to T2, I decided to upload it here. I got the idea originally by listening to the Terminator 1 soundtrack, so yes, it’s heavily based on the Terminator movies.
Hope you all enjoy it!
(Caution: Though the POV is omniscient, there is emphasis on Randall’s story, especially in the beginning)
P-9000: The Clensing (A Monsters, Inc. Fanfiction)
Over 2 billion monster lives ended on March 16, 2012, when the human race found out about their existance. The few who survived lived only to face a war they hoped they never would.
The resistance, surprisingly, was led by a human: Mary O’Connor, who had grown up with monsters as a child. Alas, the others found out, and an assasination was attempted.
With the latest technology, a team of humans sent someone back in time to kill her when she first entered the Monster World. The resistance had no time to send someone back as well, so they had to pray that their past selves would find out in time.
Chapter One
New Orleans, LA; November 1, 2001, 11:59 PM
Mark Richardson loved the outdoors. For instance, it was typical of him to drive his car outside of the city in the middle of the night just to look at the stars, as he was doing now. Such stargazing also gave him time to think, often about the unknown. Was there really intelligent life out there?
As Mark kept his head upwards, he noticed one of the stars getting brighter. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out where it was headed.
As it got rapidly larger, he realized. Immediately he hurled himself off of the hood of his car. The “star” impacted the ground, causing his car to flip over, killing him.
Amid the flames and burning plants there now lay another figure. Black clothes covered his pale skin, including a jacket made out of alligator skin. As he got up, some strands of straight, blond hair remained over one of his eyes. But the creepiest detail were the eyes themselves: the irises were so blood-red that they practically illumiated his vision.
He glanced at Mark’s body, then proceeded to flip the car right-side-up with unnatural strength. Having obtained a vehicle, he now began his mission, driving into the distance.
Randall Boggs was now hating his life. First, he spent years working on a machine that cost him his physical and mental welfare. Then, the test subject for the machine, a human kid, had escaped into the Monster World. Now, he had just discovered that the cause of the kid’s escape was none other than one of his worst enemies, Mike Wazowski.
“WHERE’S THE KID!?” the lizard monster demanded out of Wazowski, having pinned him against the wall.
“Kid?” the giant eyeball lied. “What kid?”
“It’s here in the factory, isn’t it!?” Randall continued, looking around the hallway.
“You’re NOT pinning this on me!” Mike retorted, blowing his cover in the process. “It wouldn’t have gotten out if YOU hadn’t been cheating last night!”
“Cheating!? I-” Randall started. That was one of the most ridiculous things he had ever been accused of. But then he stopped. He realized that Mike knew where he had been, however misguided he was.
“Cheating. Right…” Randall resumed, in a calmer voice. “Okay. I think I know how to make this all go away. What happens when the whistle blows in a few more hours?”
“Uh…” Mike stammered. “I get a time-out?”
“Everyone leaves work!” the lizard monster yelled, frustrated by his rival’s apparent stupidity. But he recomposed himself, nonetheless. “…which means the Scare Floor will be…?”
“…painted?”
“EMPTY!” Randall exploded, now shaking his enemy violently. “It’ll be EMPTY, you idiot!!” You see that clock!?” Randall now started playing with Mike’s arms, so as to make it absolutely clear to the idiot. “When the big hand is pointing UP, and the little hand is pointing SIDEWAYS, the kid’s door will be in my station. But when the big hand points DOWN…” they could hear Mike’s arm breaking as Randall brought it down, “…the door will be gone. You have until then to put the kid back. Get the picture?”
Mike nodded, whimpering as he did so.
A doorbell rang, and Mrs. O’Connor answered the door to the blond-haired, black-clothed figure.
“Are you the legal guardian of Mary O’Connor?” the figure asked.
The mother looked confused. “…Yes. What’s all this about?”
“I need to ask her a few questions,” he lied.
“No you’re not! You’re going to do something to her! Why else would a stranger appear!?”
The figure pointed a loaded shotgun in her direction. “Lead her to me, now!” he demanded.
Mrs. O’Connor, trembling from the life and death situation, reluctantly opened the door, letting the figure walk in.
“Upstairs, f-first door on the right,” she stammered.
After a few minutes, the figure returned to her. “She’s not here.”
“WHAT!?” Mrs. O’Connor immediately ran to her daughter’s bedroom, only to find that he was right.
“I’m waiting here until she returns,” the figure added, not letting her give him permission.
Chapter Two
Randall had honestly expected Wazowski to break the deal, but he had to do this in case he stayed true to his “word”. The lizard monster was currently hiding under the Mary’s bed, waiting for the kid to return.
He was ready to check a watch he had brought with him, when the closet door finally opened. He gripped the large box next to him in anticipation. Soon enough, he heard someone jumping on the bed.
He was just about to hurl the box over whoever it was, but then he noticed; he didn’t recall the door to the rest of the house being open by a crack. He glanced up, and about in the middle of the crack there were two hollow, metal cylinders, aimed in the direction of the bed.
Not a moment too soon, Randall flipped the bed over, having realized what it was. It fired, denting the bottom of the bed. He quickly got up in an attempt to get the kid, only to find…
“WAZOWSKI!?” he exclaimed.
Another shot fired, this time just barely missing the lizard monster’s head fronds. He quickly turned around to see that the blond, red-eyed human in black clothes had finally revealed himself.
Immediately, Randall burst out of the room, only to run into another one of his enemies, James Sullivan, accompanied by the kid in a costume.
“Give me the kid, Sullivan!” the lizard monster yelled.
His furry nemesis did not even have time to decline, for the door was now thrust open, throwing Randall to the side in the process, revealing the blond human.
The human stared coldly at Mary, almost as if trying to calculate what she was. Then he started marching rapidly towards her…only to be snatched away by an invisible force.
The human gave a look of enraged surprise, then started shifting his eyes around at an unusual, bird-like speed. HE then finally spotted his target, screaming as she was being carried away by the invisible force.
Randall did not know why he did it in retrospect; at the time, he could’ve just gotten another kid. All that mattered now, however, was that he did it, Mary clearly not pleased about it, to put it lightly. Finally, the screaming blew the lights, causing Randall to temporarily loose his place.
The human expected this, however, and grabbed him by the tail, now hurling him around like a ragdoll. Randall accidentally let go of the kid in the process, and now she was trying her hardest to run away. It took the lizard monster some time to recover from the constant pain, but he finally threw a blow to red-eyes, throwing him onto the floor from such a force.
Picking up the kid again, and she resuming her wailing from something she feared, Randall resumed sprinting, only to collide into his assistant, Fungus Oz.
“You have the kid!?” Fungus exclaimed. “Oh! Huzz-”
“SHUT UP, FUNGUS!!” Randall screeched, picking him up as well.
After some time, the three of them finally made it into the lobby, where Randall could see it was raining outside. A monster intern named Needleman gasped upon seeing what was chasing them, only to be shot dead. The human, upon his first kill, discarded the weapon, apparently out of ammunition.
As Randall burst into the street with Fungus and the kid, the human slowed down to a halt at the glass doors. Randall turned around in confusion. The human stayed in place, staring at the puddles before him, then glaring up to the lizard monster. Finally, he turned around and walked back into the building.
Having no threat at the moment, Randall resumed his journey to his motorbike, letting down Fungus in the process. Mary still would not stop wailing at her greatest phobia.
“Kitty!” she called every so often.
Finally, upon getting to his bike, Randall couldn’t take it anymore. He thrust her into his face and yelled, “Will you SHUT UP!? Your “Kitty” isn’t coming for you!!”
As soon as he said this, however, he regretted it; Mary began to wail even louder, tears now starting to form out of her eyes. As Randall stared at this scene, something inside him seemed moved. It seemed to remind him of something…
“Randall?” Fungus asked, driving Randall out of his thoughts.
“I’m fine!” Randall lied. He started up the bike, and they headed home.
Chapter Three
“He has her, now,” Sullivan muttered, fear in his voice.
“Sulley!” Mike cried. “Will you stop getting attached to that…that THING!? Besides, there’s nothing that can be done, now!”
“Mike, do you have any idea how afraid she is of Randall!?”
“Oh, and she shouldn’t be afraid of you!?”
Sullivan began to retort, but paused. “I don’t care about that, anymore.”
All this fighting aroused the hearing of the human figure, who now started walking towards the hallways it was coming from. He turned the corner to find nobody, then walked off.
The two had remembered the new threat in time.
After a few minutes of silence, Mike started to speak. “So, you want to head home, now?”
Sullivan looked horrified at the idea of just abandoning the kid, but he agreed nonetheless.
Those eyes. Those fearful, innocent eyes. They were beginning to scar Randall’s already-troubled mind. Mary was now huddled in the corner of his run-down apartment, watching him attempt to eat dinner. It finally occurred to him that the paint peeling off the walls and the rotting wooden floors certainly didn’t help his image. Yet what could he do about it? It was all he could afford.
“Randall?” Fungus asked.
“What part of “I’m fine” don’t you understand!?” Randall snapped.
He attempted to take another chunk of meat, only to finally realize: his hand was trembling.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Fine!!” he exploded to his roommate. “I’m NOT all right!! And it doesn’t mean anything to someone as careless as you!!”
Fungus looked confused.
As the lizard monster felt tears starting to form, he pinned Fungus’ head to the kid’s direction. “Look at her, Fungus! Doesn’t this look familiar to you, as someone who’s been with me for years!? She’s scared, Fungus! And she doesn’t even know what we have to do to her yet!!”
Fungus stood dumbfounded, his head finally being let go. “Randall, it’s not-”
“SHUT UP, FUNGUS!!” Randall yelled. “Of course humans are sentient!! Why else would we be hiding from their parents!?”
Fungus hesitated; his superior, as much as he hated to admit it, had a point.
Randall now diverted his attention to Mary. She was obviously completely shocked at what had just happened. Was something she was convinced wanted to eat her really so vulnerable?
Slowly the lizard monster made his way over to her, bringing his head level to hers.
“Hi,” Randall said calmly, a sad tone still present in his voice. He then extended a hand out to her.
“What are you doing!?” Fungus shrieked.
Randall whipped his head around, softly shaking his head to him. He then turned back to Mary, who was still trying to figure this out.
“I’m a friend, now,” Randall whispered to her. “Please believe me.”
For a few more minutes, the girl stayed in place, trying to make a decision. Then, slowly, she extended her own hand out to Randall’s gecko-like one, the united hands now clasping together. Then she immediately hurled herself into Randall’s body, both of them sobbing their eyes out.
More to come, so stay tuned! 
