Chapter 3: Family Reunion
“Googley Bear!” Celia in shrill voice, glided over to the two monsters entering the lobby, three children following briskly.
Mike’s face lit up with such passion as he circled around his waiting family. All at once the group huddled together in a blissful reunion from their four month separation. Leaving Randall to try his best not to bare hatred towards Wazowski in this scene he’s longed for. The sounds of pecks on the cheek and enthusiastic giggles warmed the air so thickly. His chest tightened, and dodged their gazes, quickly turning away, for other reasons than giving them privacy. Celia and Mike were going at it in there embrace, as their daughters, watched gushing over the scene. Except for one, the eldest and the only son, who swung his head in Randall’s direction. With a look, he motioned over Randall to their family as an invitation.
This was their first son, Marchael, who stood tall at 5” 8” at the age of 14. The light green teenager, by miraculous coincidence, bore such a resemblance to Frightening Franck McCay, with Mike’s attributes there has been a running joke of adultery with the couple among friends; one that the family, especially Marchael never found funny. Like his parents, he adopted a lone cerulean eye, the same eye color all the children shared, and light green stripes running up his 5 tentacle legs until his knees. While his arms held a boney form akin to his claws where most of his muscle was held complete with claws. With a thick neck holding up his head like his mother, his scalp was coated in horns coming from Mike’s father leaning to the left.
Next to him was his middle sister, Carrie, how clearly was the most obviously mixture of Celia and Mike’s genetics. With a more lime-ish shade of green, she wore her mother’s gift of five snakes shaping her face which looked mostly looked like her brothers with the exception of females attributes such as her mother’s eyelashes. With a petite body, partially identical to Celia, standing at 5” 1” age 12, she was indeed a beauty to behold.
Lastly, stood the smallest of the children at 3” 2” age 6 was little Kelli. A carbon copy of Mike, with Celia’s flushed, pink skin pigment and long eyelashes to complement her huge eye.
Randall stood there for a while, unable to keep his eyes off the tender family for too long as he needed to wait for Mike since he needed him to find Roz, he took in the sight, and grimaced. Such public displays of affection always made him uncomfortable, especially when he was the third wheel of the group. No matter how many times he saw this family reunite every so often because of the chaos these days it always left him feeling uneasy and longing. And jealous…very jealous. Despite recognizing it even Mike, didn’t know how to truly fix that, he knew only Randall’s family could really fill that whole. Finally catching Randall’s signs through the cascades of snakes nipping at his face, he sighed and broke away from her affections only to be hugged by Kelli in a death grip; a little exhausted that couldn’t enjoy this moment to its fullest but swallowed it down. The pressure of Randall’s well-being was taking a heavy toll on Mike, but he still felt a responsibility for him. Randall was a person that required a certain touch and environment, ESPECIALLY during these days…years. Randall was not the only person suffering though. Mike could only do so much for him. Sometimes there wasn’t anything he could do that would be enough and Mike didn’t blame Randall. The conniptions caused by the reveal of Randall’s, once, private life made living separately from Sulley and Randall difficult when trying to lend support, as well as helping out the factory and the panic of their world’s exposer. Mike had to move back in the apartment, leaving his family back at his new house, near the suburbs of south Monstropolis.
“Oh Googley Bear. Hmmm, gee this place brings back memories every time I come here.” Celia reminisced looking at her replacement at the receptionist desk; where a new monstress had taken her place; only to get a scowl in return. Celia blocked as soon as it came as she’s learned too. Mike saw Celia’s reaction and grabbed her dramatically in a pose using his famous “Wazowski Charm”.
“Memories of us, seeing each other for the first time through the swarms of faceless monters. Fireworks of burning passion exploding in the background, lighting up your gorgeous face, telling me as if a sign from the gods itself that this girl was the one-“, Mike saw Randall approach in a nervous stalk. Yet again tried to break away from Celia who knew the reason, but was honestly getting tired of it. Randall, at this, also felt an annoyance that has been looming over his mind for some time.
“Look, I don’t need a babysitter Wazowski. If you two wanna disrupt the flow of everyone’s morning with your facing smacking here then be my guest”, Randall sarcastically snapped. The reptilian monster appreciated the effort but he honestly didn’t need it for the unintentional guilt trips.
“Well if you insist.-“, he stated, practically rewinding back into his previous position with Celia a second ago. All three of the children staring in awe at their dad’s mastery of “comedy”, laughing at the sarcastic scene.
“Wazowski…” Randall moaned.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll save it for the Laugh Floor,” holding up his hands innocently as Celia crossed hers in a hunch,” um, yeahhhh we do actually have to go, see there’s this meeting the Board sprung on us at the last minute and EEP-“, Mike tried to ease the news to his family, watching his kids slowly wither at the common news, about it but-
“What Michael, I thought….No. Today? Are you kidding me?” Flared up in a flash, her snakes awaken with her call as she sneered at Mike. The kids scurried over to hid behind Randall and backed off from the annoyed monstress.
“Too many times in a row Michael! We came all the way here, packed and prepared-and NOW you say you’re busy-“, Mike then fled behind Randall, who just took being a shield in stride. Even during a moment with his wife the pea had to be a comedian…he really does deal with everything this way.
“Michael Wazowski stop joking around, and look at me!”
“Not until we’re alone, not in front of the ki-“
“No! Now. Right now! For once be serious with me!”
“Of course you’d do this to me! I’ve been nothing but serious, you just don’t notice it ever, because you think everything is supposed go that way! I’m tired of all this Celia!”
“You’re tired? You’re tired! Don’t start with me on tired! When I’m all alone! By myself!
With the kids, who need you-!”
“Oh, don’t you push me off-“
“Look Randall needs-“, that did it for Celia.
“Randall! Randall!? Are you married to Randall? Are you married to Randall? Who are you married too?” At this point everyone in the lobby was either staring or moving along to where they were required…as fast as possible.
All four watched as they went back and forth, the completely unfazed kids continued to watch, their parent’s bickering, behind Randall who winced through the whole thing; trying to not let their words rattle him.
He turned to the kids, Kelli clinging to his tail, looking down at them. He decided that now would be the best time for them to leave, since Celia seemed far from stopping. Besides, he didn’t want to interfere in their marriage….any more than he has.
Straying from his comfort zone, he turned to Marchael, “Hey uh squirt, um you know the drill right?”
All Marchael did was nod to his “uncle”, grabbing both his sisters hands; Carrie refusing to stay attached as they both walked to Monsters Inc.’s Day Care Center.
Randall looking at the kids he buried his guilt, trying hard to stay focused where he needed it. He was never very good with children. They always made horrible mistakes, and were obnoxious in nature. Of course, that could’ve just been a reflection of his own childhood.
But still he never felt relaxed in their presence, although the Wazowski kids never seemed to pick up on it, or mind his temper at all. One could say they like him as an uncle, next to their Uncle Sulley. If there was one thing Randall tolerated children about, it was their innocence. It was something all children had, no matter their nature. He wondered what “she” was like, and who ‘she’ is now.
Looking at the time, Mike and Sulley’s meeting should be starting in an hour and twenty five minutes, hopefully the so called “killer” would make it in time, or at least enough to calm the gorgon.
Standing in the middle of lobby awkwardly pondering, Randall found his objective in a trail of slime heading near the east end of the factory.
Taking hold of the opportunity, Randall snuck away.
While hunting down the head of the CDA, Randall started regretting leaving the feuding couple with heavy thoughts now storming in his mind. His attention coursed back to his plain of manipulation for Roz. Seven years was ENOUGH. Their agreement had long passed expired, at least in his book, five years too late, and he wouldn’t take another “That’s the way it has to be,” anymore! Oh no. Not today. Danielle, and little girl. Where was his family reunion? And what of his daughter? Congress had passed an act from the fair treatment of humans four years ago yet neither her nor Danielle had gained the right of citizenship; such as huge right in their history for only two humans, nope. As if they could with the cover up of human’s being toxic in the way...as always. What kind of life could they pursue if they forced Desiree to live in Monstropolis or the human world? What if all ties to each other were cut due to risk of exposure to the humans? How would she be treated….how has she been treated? From what Danielle has told him every so often, she has told him of Desiree’s struggles with her “blending” in. Just hearing this about his daughter, fueled his drive to return. His parents were out of their element on how to help him as a child with these issues, and he wasn’t going to let history repeat itself. She needed to know about everything, but is she old enough-is she mature enough to comprehend and take in such information…about what her life will be? Or who she is and as well as who he is? Should he even?....How do you tell your daughter about all this…what he is and done?....Would she even forgive him?
In such deep thought he lost focus of reality, and his second pair of legs slanted against the slimy residue, against the wall. Clinging to the wall with his pads, to prevent further lack of balance he looked up only to stare face-to-face with the monster he had been dying to see.
Nearly jumping back, if not for his pads still attached to the wall, he prepared himself for a battle of wits with impenetrable wall of determination not matter the protest or avoidance….only to get a-
“Boggs. I’ve been looking for you to discuss top secret information, concerning you’re current situation.” Randall deflated.
“Well?” As slow and throaty as ever her voiced continued dragging on to her nose, with a plastered “poker face”.
“Yes. Yes, let’s get this over with”, he snapped at her, receiving nothing in return other than a sniffle.
Both may their way to a private conference area near the area Sulley’s meeting were held. The walk held a heavy silence that could break through any confidence as both monsters had a demand to make, they both knew it. Roz was not one for breaking, and Randall could only be pushed so far without losing his temper while also losing complete control in his actions.
At last they found a suitable room, far from any monsters or other meetings taking place.
Randall noticed a vanilla folder in her gasp as he slithered into a swivel chair. Roz however didn’t take a set and slowly………slowly made her way to the opposite side of Randall on the other side of the long table. Still standing, he slid the folder over to Randall before he could utter a word for some reason acting fast of her part.
“Randall Boggs, the CDA and the CMIA has determined your daughter’s knowledge of the Monster World no longer a threat and your presence here in Monstropolis for the moment is temporarily not needed until we come to a conclusion on the designs of the mechanism. “
Randall couldn’t breathe, then released………taking in her words
That was easy…..
He began to fidget with his think hands, not even noticing how his appearance may have looked to Roz.
Skeptically, Randall locked eyes with Roz who lazily blinked at his glare, “Why now?” Out came a croaked hiss instead of the serious demeanor his tried to sound. Her lids drooped into an actual facial expression. One that held impatience directed towards someone else.
“You may open the folder now”, her hand motioning to the object in Randall’s ready hands. However, for some reason he felt unsure whether to open it. Cautiously, the contents spread out in stapled stacks, all separated into colored papers. The first stack caught his eye immediately, Desiree’s record since birth. Her medical history, her connections, and her DNA. All here, and from a human hospital…..
“How did you get this? You would have had to-“
“Enter the human world to gain such documents. It’s risky, and sometimes necessary. Something your daughter would provide for us on such hard times.” The eyes of father widened, but gave Roz the benefit of the doubt as her mouth continued to moved.
“We’ve come to the decision of your daughter’s fate her in our universe. Our existence has sustained balance over the centuries through the resources of Human based energy. But as always something so functional doesn’t come without a contingency. Our worlds were meant to be separated, and we, meaning our ancestors, created the “toxic bluff” in order to keep our fellow Mon out of the reach of Man. Many, like you, have broken that law and caused…problems for our society. We’ve always dealt with the most heinous through a series of unconnected and untraceable Banishments; as an example of what happens when you don’t respect these borders. Though these days some people can’t seem to comprehend the principles of banishment……If you cause a bridge between our world and theirs, well I’m sure seven years of living with Sullivan and Wazowski have informed you on the issues. Our world’s stasis with the Human world needs to connect…in order to disconnect. Your daughter will serve as that bridge.”
“Freedom…Oh, sweet freedom! I didn’t think I could last that long, but I guess I can even impress myself,” Mike forced the words practically out of his mouth on account of how much the meeting took out of him. Politics, and business were never his favorite subjects. Neither were Sulley’s, even returning to college to earn a Bachelor’s degree in Business and Economics didn’t change his outlook on the subject. But for the company he would survive…and honestly he didn’t know what he would do without it. Sometimes….the pressure. Dragging his paws across the fine carpet of the halls, he barely noticed Mike stop in his tracks only to send his friend flying across the floor.
“Oh man! Mike, buddy I’m sorry. Um, you got it?” Sulley went to help his friend up who was currently inside a knocked over canister cart. Too proud to except the offer, the little monster rebounded.
“You know Sul’, every morning I look myself in the mirror and draw a line of what I’m willing to put with that day. All this….was not on the freaking list!” Pfft, Sulley smirked at his over-dramatic friend, who immediately lightened up at the offer of reservations to something fancy to make it up to Celia for missing out on their family’s lunch plan. Mike’s rebound was contagious until both reached the cafeteria where they saw Randall alone at table. Jogging his memory, Mike informed Sulley on Randall’s plan as they nervously made their way to the lizard monster, who looked almost as if in a trance.
Both stared at him for a while, wondering if the monster was even aware of their presence. Mike took a huge risk trying to gain his attention, and touched Randall’s coffee. Randall did nothing. Mike’s eye widened intensely.
“Sul’…..his coffee is c-cold.” Now they were both seriously worried. At once the two assumed Randall’s attempt with Roz failed miserably and put Randall in the dumps yet again. They prepared for the worse. Mike feared the mood Randall would be in….not sure how much he could muster…maybe Celia was right…maybe Randall was taking over his life…..of course this was Mike’s problem not Randall….because Randall wasn't his problem…or even supposed to be…friends aren't… problems…no not a problem more like a debt…no no……an attachment…..For Seven years, he had devoted mostly all his time to his job, his family, and his friends….which ones was he putting more priority on…
Mike couldn’t last on this sudden realization for long as he saw Randall look up at him while Mike attempted to tap his shoulder. Finally Randall spoke, “I’m finally going home.”
The explanation took a decent two hours to explain coherently to the monsters, Sulley took it better than Mike. Like a kid at Christmas, the tall monster sprung from all the baggage he’d been carrying all these years; he could try to visit “Boo”, rather Mary Gibbs, again.
Speaking of baggage, the mountain fur practically offered to help Randall pack, soon taking over without realization. Mike on the other hand knew he should be happy for his pal….but he wasn’t. Everything was going to die down, the stress, the routines….his life for so long revolved with Randall in it. And now he was going to leave. He’d be able to move back with his family, and have a freer schedule. But now this changes everything….everything he felt he worked so hard to fix. Sure Randall could return, but….jeez maybe him leaving was a good thing.
“Mikey don’t make that look,” turning to Sulley carrying a box of full of mechanical tools. Sulley wasn’t the most perceptive crayon in the box, but he knew how Mike felt. He was going to miss the monster too.
“I felt the same when you moved in with Celia. But you have your family, so uh you always have them, and you both can finally make up it to them.” Sulley paused, hoping he said the right thing.
“Yah know Sulley….you both have become part of my family. Being here again in this little apartment, living it out like the old days, I’m going to miss all of it. Maybe I’m just living in the past but I kind of wish we had this trio sooner…like back in college.” A solemn look glazed Mike’s eye.
“Way in the past, Mikey. But I think everything has been in the past for too long. At some point….we have to move on, yah know?” Sulley carefully placed the box on the floor, giving his friend a comforting pat on the back. So much had been changing over the years, and these last few were the only ones that held a stagnant stability for them. Such a close relationship that they all built on to endure the years. All of them were shaken up about the sudden change.
“Yeah. Ah well at least now I can…uh drive my car again,” Mike faked. Sulley bought it for a second only to realize the bluff. At the moment Randall seemed to be taking it bad as well, but he preferred to be alone at the moment. He really only allowed Mike to break that rule since he was the most persistent. Mike worked different though, needed time to reflect.
“Okay,” Sulley offered a smile not caring if he got one back,” later tonight we’ll de-stress, guys night out. We’ll all work it out, and things will better with time once we get into a new schedule. Though I think the press will still be hunting us down. Hehe.” He tried, but he knew at this point Mike wanted to be alone. So he went back to the pile of box Randall had been producing from his room.
He was going home. To Danielle. To….Desiree.
Putting Mike and Sulley to the side-
He should happy, practically radiating with it or some over dramatic description Wazowski would use to describe Celia with.
But no…..he was afraid. Cursing internally, he honestly thought he would be ready at this point for the consequences of the agreement, and with his relationship with Danielle and their child she bore.
The gap this whole mess had put on his family would probably leave a permanent scar. But scars do fade. Caressing the dent on his sagittal crest, immediately brought back palpable warm memories.
Laying tiredly on her couch, as gentle fingers took care of his wounds, and calmed him of his suffering. The games and teasing like young children, wild and without a care. Casual mornings of small talk among the smells of brewing coffee. The day his little one was born, and despite the worry of both their safety, Danielle never looked more beautiful and Desiree reflected it as much as her mother. Holding her for the first time-
His world stopped,
And he felt as if he achieved the greatest thing in his life.
His little girl, his family. He wanted to give them such a life they gave him back.
What could he possibly give that would be good enough?