Monster Inc Janitor 소설 & 이야기

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.

“That’s… a lot of money. What exactly do you want me to do?” “It’s simple. You just need to swap out Wendy’s documents,” Mary said calmly. “But… what if I get caught?” the janitor hesitated, his tone uncertain. “Don’t worry. Just pretend you’re doing your cleaning rounds when no one’s around. No one will notice.”

Miller growled, slamming him back into the chair. I stepped into the light, my eyes narrowing as I looked at him. There was something familiar about his face—the sallow skin, the nervous twitch in his eye. "Wait," Miller said, leaning in. "I know this guy. He’s with 'Sparkle & Shine.' He’s on the night cleaning crew for the server annex." "A janitor?" I asked, looking at the high-end rigs around the room. "A janitor managed to bypass a Tier-4 firewall and drain more than forty million dollars?"

"Wow. I didn't know you have records of supernatural beings in DustVille" Jason was speechless. How much did his parents hide from him? It seems he was in the dark all along. "Wait, that is Mr. Markings, the janitor at school. He is a vampire. Come on, mom, how can it be true?" Jason was skeptical, looking at the middle-aged man in the old book and the one at school. He was always a loner and worked late in the evening and night at school.

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."

"I'm applying for the janitor position." Jian Tong's rough voice solemnly filled the small office and successfully halted the woman's steps. The woman paused, turned around, and with raised eyebrows, looked her up and down again, now suspicious, "It's rare to see someone in their twenties willing to stoop to being a janitor and endure hardship."

"No harm done." He walked past. The janitor froze. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Then he took a breath and called out, his voice louder than before. "Mr. Blackwood!" Vance turned. Nerissa turned beside him. The janitor was gripping the mop handle so tightly his knuckles were white. He was not looking directly at them. He was looking at the floor, at the bucket, at anything but their faces. "I just..." He swallowed. "Thank you. For the salary increase. For what you did for us."

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths.