Post by Sulley on Apr 19, 2014 5:39:30 GMT
June 1st
Sulley was going through paperwork when he found the letter, which looked so completely different from everything else in his inbox that it stood out immediately. It had no return address.
“Huh, that’s strange,” he said to himself, and ripped the envelope open with a single claw. Checking just once to see if anyone was approaching his office (no one was), he began to read.
At first, he couldn’t believe its contents. Other worlds were nothing new to him – the human world and Monstropolis were in completely separate universes, as far as anyone could tell – but this? Surely their scientists would’ve figured it out. Or someone.
“Oh no,” he murmured as he got to the part about the Forces of Evil. He knew a little something about evil, although it had taken most of his life before he’d encountered it; Waternoose and Randall had it in spades, and the image of Mike hooked up to the scream-sucking machine still haunted Sulley’s nightmares.
Could he allow this evil to take over all the worlds, even those he had never heard of? Of course not. But at the same time, he flattered himself in thinking Monstropolis needed him. He was the CEO of the company that held a monopoly on energy, transitioning to an entirely new business model… but then, he’d always had faith in his co-workers (now employees), and he was sure they would manage. (It crossed his mind that Mike needed him, but immediately he was struck by the strong belief that Mike, of course, would have received a letter too.)
He wanted to wait for Mike, but there was a ceremony to begin shortly, said the letter, and he wanted to be there for it. So he followed its instructions (needing to pack nothing, as his thick fur, strength, and scaring abilities offered him everything he required) and went to his office’s closet, opening the door. In the very back of it there was another door, not set into the wall – a door like every human-world door Sulley had seen in his life, and there had been many.
He went back to his desk and scribbled a quick note to his secretary, deliberately vague, but with the implication that he would be gone indefinitely and he trusted her to make arrangements. And then, holding the letter in one huge paw, he opened the door and stepped through into the blazing heat of the savannah, leaving Monstropolis behind him.
Sulley was going through paperwork when he found the letter, which looked so completely different from everything else in his inbox that it stood out immediately. It had no return address.
“Huh, that’s strange,” he said to himself, and ripped the envelope open with a single claw. Checking just once to see if anyone was approaching his office (no one was), he began to read.
At first, he couldn’t believe its contents. Other worlds were nothing new to him – the human world and Monstropolis were in completely separate universes, as far as anyone could tell – but this? Surely their scientists would’ve figured it out. Or someone.
“Oh no,” he murmured as he got to the part about the Forces of Evil. He knew a little something about evil, although it had taken most of his life before he’d encountered it; Waternoose and Randall had it in spades, and the image of Mike hooked up to the scream-sucking machine still haunted Sulley’s nightmares.
Could he allow this evil to take over all the worlds, even those he had never heard of? Of course not. But at the same time, he flattered himself in thinking Monstropolis needed him. He was the CEO of the company that held a monopoly on energy, transitioning to an entirely new business model… but then, he’d always had faith in his co-workers (now employees), and he was sure they would manage. (It crossed his mind that Mike needed him, but immediately he was struck by the strong belief that Mike, of course, would have received a letter too.)
He wanted to wait for Mike, but there was a ceremony to begin shortly, said the letter, and he wanted to be there for it. So he followed its instructions (needing to pack nothing, as his thick fur, strength, and scaring abilities offered him everything he required) and went to his office’s closet, opening the door. In the very back of it there was another door, not set into the wall – a door like every human-world door Sulley had seen in his life, and there had been many.
He went back to his desk and scribbled a quick note to his secretary, deliberately vague, but with the implication that he would be gone indefinitely and he trusted her to make arrangements. And then, holding the letter in one huge paw, he opened the door and stepped through into the blazing heat of the savannah, leaving Monstropolis behind him.
