Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

Garrett points to the mess, and I lower my head bashfully. The janitor who, from his name tag, I discover is named "Marty" walks over and throws a rag on top of the coffee, wiping it clean. His motions oddly remind me of my fiasco of a morning with the spilled Moscatto that I tried to clean before my best friends barged into my apartment. I wonder if they're still there, waiting for me to arrive so we can go to Sun Salutations and find our inner peace. God knows I need it right now. As Marty is cleaning, Garrett is silent. He just watches Marty spray a cleaning product on the hardwood floor but refuses to continue our discussion, which makes me nervous. How confidential can his final and ove

“Are you the only one here?” “On this floor, I think so,” The man answered fearfully. “Could you tell us what happened?” Emma asked. “Seriously?” The man asked in disbelief as he stared at Emma and Steve like they were lunatics. “Have you been hiding under a rock or something?” “Just humour us,” Marcus said. “How and when did this happen?” The man sighed like he was going to cry. He was in janitor’s uniform which only meant he was at the far bottom of the corporate ladder.

He grabbed the trench coat after seeing a little snowfall from the window. “For real?!” A man with blonde hair circled him and checks him out from head to toe and back to front. “not an artist but a janitor?” his eyes simply showed disbelief same with the other two in the room. “yes, a janitor.” He repeated. The three looked at each other and then grinned at him, “I’m Brian. This here is Mama Chu and Kelly.” Brian extended his hand for a shake and added, “I’m a beta.” The other two followed and said their sub-gender.

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

In the office, Smith couldn't shake off what he had seen earlier from his head. Still smiling. "I've never seen her smile before, and the way she dances…" he said to himself, then caught himself. "No, man. Come off it," he said. "She's not your class or your status. Be focused. She's just a janitor, nothing more," he said to himself again. To distract himself, he turned to his laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard filling the quiet office.

Then he sat and let out a low rumble. That's the first time I've seen a monster do that. I'm so used to hearing their growls or their roars. So I assumed they don't make sounds like this. But I was wrong. There's a lot about monsters I have no idea about. They're mysterious creatures. As I watched him, Quip closed his eyes and started panting. Maybe he's finally comfortable and calm? "Excuse me," a man's voice came out of nowhere. I jumped at the sound of it and turned to look at him. The person was actually the janitor, and he had a stern expression on his face. "I heard there was someone here."

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

"Oh come on now. How can a hot, sexy hunk like you be a janitor? You could be better things. I could make one of the guys train you in the IT department. We have high school dropouts who have soft skills. "Thanks but I'm not interested." She stood still staring at me, puzzled." Okay, if that's what you want." She typed something on her computer and then looked back at me. I followed the HR to another office where the janitors were seated. "Everyone, this is our latest addition. His name is Jalen." They all stared at me with ashen faces and openly expressed their distrust and suspicion through their looks. But I didn't care. The HR left me and I stared at the other janitors, made up of two mi

Skirt rucked up, legs splayed, squirting on the executive bathroom floor with a vibrator she couldn’t turn off fused to her pussy. The outer office door opened. She hears footsteps. Before she could say a word, the bathroom door, which she had forgotten to lock after all. Marcus froze in the doorway. He was the night janitor. Thirty-one maybe. Tall, broad through the shoulders, skin the color of dark walnut, always quiet. Always polite. Always gone before anyone else arrived. She had exchanged maybe ten words with him in three years. Now he stood holding a mop handle, eyes wide, staring at the obscene tableau: his boss half-naked on the toilet, skirt bunched, thighs trembling, the vibrator b

I exhaled and willed myself to show nothing of the heat his presence was igniting in me. My steps echoed as I approached, eyes drifting to Mr. Steve Johnson, the Assistant Branch Manager. “Good evening, sir,” I managed. Steve nodded before turning to Nathaniel. “This is Amira. One of our junior janitors. She's here to take care of the spill.” “Hi.” I gently lowered my tools on the floor and stretched a hand toward him. “It's so nice to see you again.” Silence. He only stared down at my hand as though touching them might contaminate him, before meeting my gaze again.