Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

You're welcome here He smiled and I smiled broadly Me: thank you sir Janitor : you know what? Cindy, don't worry about the toilets anymore. I'll have other maids to do it. Spend time with your friend Cindy : really? Thank you so much. Blue you're the best goodluck charm ever I laughed and thanked the janitor We left and went to do other things Next day, Derek called me and told me not to be nervous that the prince was nice. I breathed in and thanked him.

Belle didn't fight it , she knew her sister would walk on fire with bare legs for her. She started looking at the pots to see if everything was ready. "Do you know who's coming?" she asked Belle She pouted as if trying to remember.. "Oh, Dad said it was the family and owner of White Industries." Rosette's eyes shot up from the soup she was ladling. She worked for White Industries. What if someone recognized her, though the chances were low as she was one of the thousand employees in the office but what if.... So her boss, the biggest business man of the city was coming to her house to dine. This was some news to digest.

We don't have to be too proud of ourself. People who came from a lower class might be the richest, and also it turns. Damian couldn’t take his eyes off the lobby where a cleaner was mopping the floor. He was a young man with blond hair and a sky blue uniform. Because of such great curiosity, he stepped closer to the janitor inspected. Watching the figure closely, especially on his face, and made the officer stop his activities. “You saw nothing wrong,” the janitor replied, which seized Damian by surprise. “So… so it’s really you? How could this happen?” Damian who looked strangely at the officer in front of him asked.

“I need a connection. I will find it—give me some time to reverse-work this situation.” Before he could nod, there was a knock on the door—a weak knock. Viktor’s brows pulled together as he glanced between us and then looked at the door. “Enter.” I expected some meek servant, walking in with a tray of food or something, but the scenario was entirely different. It was James—the little, punk-ass, genius computer geek my brother hired. He was a nice, useful kid until he opened his mouth. “Yo, bossman,” he entered, with a bright grin on his face and a laptop in his hand. “I have news for you.”

He was more careful of where he hit me. The door opens and my heart races. Cautiously I turn and find kind brown eyes. I let out a sigh of relief as I realize it’s Jen, the janitor. She’s an elderly woman that keeps to herself. She first stumbled across me last year while I was changing. Greg had had one too many drinks and she had seen the bruises and cuts. I thought she would kick me out since students are allowed in here unless they’re attending classes. But she just nodded at me and began cleaning the locker room. She did the same now. I rip the wet clothes sticking to my body and throw them in the trash. I don’t want to chuck them but I have nowhere to stash them and someone will throw

"The feedback loop will fry your nervous system if you’re the transmitter. I won't let you do it." "You don't have a choice, Julian!" I screamed back, the red light of the 'On Air' sign reflecting in my tear-filled eyes. "Victor is watching. He wants to see if the 'Monster' will choose the girl or the city. If you love me, you’ll help me tell the truth." The studio door creaked open. Okey, the security guard, stood there. But his eyes weren't brown anymore. They were a flat, milky white—the hallmark of a 'Sequence 5' sleeper agent whose "Off" switch had finally been flipped.

It was only later that it had dawned on the manager that the janitor was too big built to be the man who normally did the rounds of his building. The tech guys had gone one step further; they had discovered the identity of the man who had called on the manager. Dean Nelson. And the janitor had called in sick for the day. * So who had been the mysterious man who had broken into her apartment thought Bianca as she sat, hugging her knees, on the couch as she listened with half an ear to the conversations going around. Barry had brought in some of his mates and someone had handed her a bowl of hot, steaming chicken soup.

They never mentioned Kael. The conversation always revolved around my recovery or some trivial gossip about the pack. Half a month later, my body had basically recovered enough to move. One morning, I got out of bed alone to stretch my limbs. When passing the hallway, I accidentally heard two young maids talking in low voices, sighing: "I really didn't expect that Alpha Kael, so young and powerful, would..." "Shh, keep it down!" Another maid named Sarah saw me and hurriedly stopped her friend, lowering her head awkwardly.

"Thomas, those are monsters." "No, Martha," Dad pointed to a creature that was pressing its face against the glass. It was wearing tattered blue overalls. "See that patch? 'Maintenance Sector 7'. That's... that's old Jim. The janitor. He used to sneak Jack extra pudding cups when I brought him to the lab." I opened my eyes. The horror settled in my stomach like a stone. "They aren't clones," I realized. "They're the people. The original residents of the underground city. The ones who didn't make it into the cryo-pods."

Quiet. I didn’t speak. Just took the metal rod from the table and drove it through his thigh. He howled. Blood sprayed the floor. I leaned down, my voice low. “You have five seconds to be useful before I start removing bones.” He spat blood. “You’re not a king. Just a monster in a suit.” I smiled. “You’re half right.” Then I grabbed his face and whispered against his ear. “I’m the monster your boss sends sheep like you to distract me. But I don’t get distracted. I remember.”