Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

As I was wiping my hands, I saw a janitor next to me sorting through the trash. I approached her and asked friendly, "Excuse me. Are you short of janitors? My mom doesn't have a job. I was thinking maybe she could give it a go." The janitor said enthusiastically, "She may come, but I'm afraid we don't need anyone at the moment. You know what? I'll keep an eye out for you though." "Thank you." I casually took out a new hand cream from my bag. "Ma'am, let me know if there's a vacancy."

Before he could speak, I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him down into the chair. “What do you know about the janitor?” I spat out as I pinned the side of the blade on his neck. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened as confusion darted across his face. “What janitor?” He snapped. My lips parted and slammed shut and I blinked in confusion. I was sure I heard him mention the death of the janitor. I cursed and pinned the blade closer, leaning forward. “Don't think you can play those mind games with me here, Miles Sinclair! What the hell did you say about the janitor, huh?” I spat in anger.

He cocked his head to the side. Monster had always been a perceptive son of a bitch. If he wasn’t such a psycho, he could have easily made president one day. As it was, only a man lacking a few marbles would ever put him in a position of power. The only man I had ever met with more demons than Monster was The Judge himself. And The Judge was nothing more than a hired hitman who really, really enjoyed his work. Monster wasn’t quite there yet. But then again, who was I to throw stones? My hands weren’t clean of blood either. I just doubted I enjoyed it as much as the young man in front of me did.

The girl who would finally understand that the real monster had never been Marcus. It had been the blood they all shared. And that blood was about to spill into the light for the whole world to see. The janitor smiled as he disappeared into the service elevator. The game was over. But the real ending had only just begun.

What the hell was this? The door creaked open. I turned around and i nearly collapsed. The janitor was wheeling in a mop and bucket. Only he wasn’t the old janitor. It was Robert. And his entire left wrist was gone and was replaced by a stump wrapped in thick bandages where his wrist used to be. "Oh my God!" I gasped. His eyes immediately met mine, and he turned pale.

“You are right. And any staff who misses the bus should find his or her way to work.” “It is all right. We will see how it goes.” “Okay, Sergeant.” Afterward, he left for his office while Capt. Bruce continued to wait. To his delight, a male janitor was standing by the door with his cleaning tools. “Good morning, Sgt. Young,” the twenty-two years old janitor, greeted him. He smiled softly and responded, “Good morning. What is your name?” “My name is Gilbert Headstone, Boss.” “That is good. Come in, Gilbert,” he said and opened the door.

I jumped in shock when I saw a janitor standing by the front door as if waiting for me to come out. He immediately bowed his head. “Sorry, Miss Monroe. I thought no one’s inside.” I just nodded at him before I washed my hands on the sink. I kept on glancing at him from the mirror because I felt like his stares were creepy. I think he’s just the same age as Pierce. He wasn’t smiling and his eyes were blank, something that made him even creepy. I faced him after I washed my hands. “You’re new here?” He nodded. “Yes. I started just last week.”

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

There, etched deep into her arm, were lines of text. [Monsters have infiltrated this house. Every time they kill me, I fall into a loop. It can take on the appearance of others, so never trust anyone completely. The monster kills according to certain rules. I have to figure out its pattern. Its loops are limited. If I don't find a way to escape soon, I'll be trapped here forever.] I read the words aloud under my breath. "Now," she said, "do you believe I'm just like you? I've gone through this cycle many times, and from the clues I left myself before, I learned the truth—both of our parents have already been replaced.

“Survival? You sound like a paranoid foreigner. If there's real evidence, we will need it . otherwise…” "I don't think you know who is here with you. I'm Jace Monroe, Owner of the Monroe corporation Enterprise. One of the youngest billionaires before age fourteen, Oxford best business graduating student, elite to the United Kingdom royalty, you don't want to act nonchalant with me, I will put a call across and make sure you never get to see the light of the day in your entire life." The man was shocked, he didn't believe his eyes, he stood up and saluted.