Okay, I've been working on this story for years, yet it always seemed to be deleted. Now here it is, finally up.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Life can have many ups and down for people. Some of more ups, others more down. Yet you never know what the curveball of fate will do to you. Everyone's life and struggles are never the same. You meet friends, enemies, and everyone in between. These people defined you even though you don't know it. And for one person, or should I say monster, he knows how life can be like. To those at first glance, he's just a crotchety monster with a bad attitude, but what most don't see is a shattered monster, holding to a slim silver lighting. And this is the story of how his co-workers learned of his tale and learn just how deep those scars has been embedded into him.

Morning descended onto the bustling city of Monstropolis. Monsters of all shapes and sizes went about their daily lives. A large blue furred monster with purple spots and a small round green cyclops made their way to work. These monsters were James P. Sullivan, known as Sulley and Mike Wazowski, the best Scare Team in the Scaring Factory, Monsters. Inc. They were chatting about random stuff, groceries they needed to pick up, reminiscing about family members, weather, sports, news, every day things. As the two walked then, they had yet to notice a strange black book in the middle of the floor. Without a warning, Mike slipped on it.

"Ow!" he cried out.

"You okay, Mikey?" Sulley asked, helping his friend up.

"Yea… I slipped on something." Looking around, the smaller monster found the item that had caused him to fall. He picked it up. "Hey! It's a book!"

"That's odd. Someone must've planned on reading it during lunch. Let's ask around later for it. They might be looking for it."

"Oh sure, sure…" Mike waved off.

After a quick chat with Celia and Mike flirting with her, they went on their way to their lockers. The green cyclops was looking through it. Then he suddenly burst out laughing. Sulley looked at him.

"What's so funny?"

"This Sul! Look! It was written by no other than Lizard-Boy!"

The "Lizard-Boy" that Mike was referring to, was Randall Boggs, a purple reptilian monster with four arms, four legs, a blue tail and large emerald green eyes. To his co-workers, his was just unpleasant to be around. But to Mike, he was his ex-college roommate, who had backstabbed him. Yet to him, he didn't care if Randall tried to apologize, he just turned into a bad egg, no matter what. Sulley looked in the book and sure enough there was Randall's signature.

Randall J. Boggs.

What the J was for, Sulley had no idea. He could only guess.

"I didn't know Randall wrote a book."

"Maybe it's his diary! Oh the secrets we could learn!"

"If it's his diary, then we shouldn't look through it. Those are his private thoughts." Sulley interjected, trying to grab the book. "We should return it to him."

Mike dodged his friend.

"No way! This could be a goal changer Sul!"

Just as he was about to say more, he saw Randall coming in. He through the book into his locker, slamming it shut. Randall paid no mind, as he was busy looking down on the ground. He scowled, not finding for what he was looking for.

"Um… hello Randall. Looking for something?" Sulley asked.

The lizard monster, looked up and glared at him. Deciding if he should, he relented.

"Yea, I'm looking for a black book. You two seen it?"


"Nope, not a thing!" Mike inturrepted. "But we'll keep a look out."

Randall stared at him for a moment, then walked off. Mike let out a sigh of relief. That was a close one. Sulley looked at his friend, not happy with him.


"What? What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"This is not going to end well…" Sulley sighed.

At lunch, Mike and Sulley were sitting with the rest of their co-workers. Mike had made sure that Randall wasn't around. He learned that he and Fungus were going to one of the restaurants in town. Perfect. Everyone was talking about everyday things when they noticed that Mike was reading a book. George looked over.

"Hey Mike, what are you reading?"

"Just this book, I found." The cyclops stated airly, "Apparently it was written by Randall."

Everyone at their table looked at him.

"Randall?" Charlie Proctor, George Sanderson's assistant, echoed.


"Let me see!" Pete "Claws" Ward exclaimed, grabbing the book and looking it over.

Mike snatched it back.

"H-hey Wazowski, why don't you read it to us?" Needleman asked.

"I don't see why not."

Sulley shook his head.

"Chapter 1," Began Mike, "The Beginning.

To those who don't know me, my name is Randall Boggs. I'm a purple reptilian monster with a blue tail, four arms, four legs, three fronds on top of my head, and bright emerald green eyes. To anyone who has met me, they claim I'm as cold as my blood. Which to them, they don't know what I've been through. They haven't walked in my steps, they haven't experienced what I've gone through. Well this book, this book I decided to write how my life is.

My life has many down casts. Many painful memories. This is the book to recognize those memories. And this… this is my painful story.

Like most people, I can't remember my infant years, my earliest memories is when I was three if I had to thing hard enough. But I do have dreams… or maybe it's buried memories, something like that. I don't recall much. But I do remember the feelings. They're strong when I try to think about it. Fear. So strong sometimes that I have panic attacks. I learned when I was young that they were caused by the people who was supposed to love me, to protect me, and that is when I learned the truth of my beginnings.

I was born into an abusive family. I don't remember what my mother or father looks like. All I know is that my father had the same purple coloring as me and my mother was blue like my tail. I discovered that I was a combination of what my parents look like through a picture that I had received. My father was a strong snake-like monster, muscles strong underneath his scales. He had four long threatening looking fronds, two arms with long sharp claws on the end of his three fingered hands. He had the same colored eyes like mine, but colder. My mother was blue with gecko padded fingers and toes like mine.

I was born on March 26, 1976. While most parents were thrilled at the thought of having a child… mine weren't. They didn't want me. Didn't love me. They hated kids, yet they kept me. Why would two monsters who hate kids, have a child? One word. Money. Money from them keeping me and raising me, was all they wanted for the one thing they did care about, drugs. Due to their drug induce habits I developed health problems, and not only that, a majority of them was because I was born prematurely. And premature reptiles were known to have health issues. I was born at three months into my egg cycle. Too early to be out. I spent a good solid six months into the hospital because of my health.

When the time did finally come for them to take me home, it wasn't a joyous occasion. Only since I could remember the home was dirty. I vaguely remember trash and… broken bottles… maybe drug equipment. I can't say for sure, since I'm only remember this from memory like dreams. What I do remember was being yelled at, beaten, starved and… the worst thing to be done to a child, sexual abuse.

I don't recall any of the other monsters' faces it, and I don't think I ever will. I was often left in my own waste, I was filthy, undernourished, neglected. They never fed me, never bathed me, never clothed me. I was left to suffer their abuse. I was nothing to them but a cash cow.

I didn't learn anything from them. I didn't learn how to talk, how to walk, or crawl. When they did take the time to care for me, it was more for them to kill me. They tried to drown me multiple times and even fed me bleach. How I survived to this day still baffles me. When they didn't want to be acknowledge with my presence, they tossed me into a closet. The closet, to do this day, I view as my personal safe heaven when I get so panicked that I can't think. It's the first place I know as safe.

I can't remember how, or when, but eventually I was rescued after I was turned two. I can't say what month it was, but it was warm out. Our neighbors, who I don't remember their names, had called the health department on them. During the search, they found me, and child services were called. I was terrified. Anyone I have met has harmed me. The outside world was strange and terrifying to me. I trusted no one. I feared everyone and everything.

By the time I had calmed down, my parents were being into the police car, but not before threatening me. Why? I don't know, but I could still hear those haunting words as he looked at me.

"This is all your fault, you stupid, pathetic waste! When I get out of jail, I will finish off what I started!"

I shivered at the thought of them. I don't know if I will ever be safe from him until my parents are dead, but I know for one thing, this was just the beginning of the horrible things that have started into my young life. The beginning of my painful memories."

After Mike was finished, the table was silent. They had no idea their co-worker's life started out so bad. It was shocking. Just unbelievable. And this was just the start of the book. What else were they going to learn if they continued?

"This is… I can't even think of anything…" Ricky Plesuski stammered, "I had no idea he had such abusive parents."

"I don't think any of us did," Thaddues "Phlegm" Bile stated, "It's… it's so shocking…"

Before they could say anything else, the bell rang to alert the employee's that their lunch break was over. Deciding that they needed to keep going, Mike spoke up.

"After work, come to mine and Sulley's apartment. We'll continue from then."

Nodding with agreement, they went back to work.