Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

A path for me opened up and everyone saluted me all at once, all of them have these proud and also touched expression on their faces. “All of you, always over did it….you too, Jack?…”. I turned and face the first person that I saw on line, he was an old man named Jack, one of the many janitors of Black House and I know him by name, as he was the only old person that apply for the janitor job here. Because of that he is quite famous and due to his age he became somewhat of a pillar of the community for emotional healing, also he is very good conversationalist, everyone can talk about anything with him.

In Fact it was time for revenge. “Funny,” Julian finally responded, his voice sharp but calm. “I wasn’t planning on working as a janitor here, but I’m honestly impressed you managed to land a job at all. I didn’t think places like this hired people whose IQ barely outpaces room temperature.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he let the words hang in the air. “Guess miracles really do happen.”

, Michelle ordered to the janitor. At the point when the janitor heard that his eyes enlarged with dread and regret, he joined his hands and began asking, " Please, forgive me, I am so sorry. Try not to fire me, If I am terminated, where I will go, I had no place to go let alone to feed myself. I beg you, show kindness toward this elderly person " He asked. Alex sneered, put his left foot forward, and tapped it on the ground, "my shoes become grimy, now I want somebody to clean it up ", Alex said with a malicious grin put all over him.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

he thought for a few seconds, "Did he die?" He asked his eyes focused on the wall "No Sir, he has been discharged" Jonas politely said "Damn it!" Mr Montero yelled throwing off everything on his desk "I want you to kill him, my daughter won't even talk to me because of him, I want him gone, now!" Jonas was scared of his boss, he had known him for more than two decades but as much as he didnt want to make him more angry, he had to give him some logic

“I got it. But if you want, I can clean your desk for you.” I nodded. We walked back together. His steps were heavy but smooth. Inside my office, he wiped the desk with quick moves. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked. I sat in my chair and watched. Heat rose in my cheeks. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on my computer screen. “You are Magrete, right?” he asked while he cleaned. “Yes. And you are Mike.” He looked surprised that I knew his name. “Most people just call me the janitor.”

"You mean five billion lives." I looked at my hands. They were translucent. I could see the Golden Pixel pulsing in the center of my chest, surrounded by a swirling nebula of Red Blood. The "Source-Born" wasn't a monster. It was the **Janitor**. It was here to clean the room, and we were the dust. --- ## Chapter 58: The Mother of All Storms The Nursery was dissolving.

"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."

Tom muttered. "The vampire indications are real, so we must be careful. Let's go, and don't forget the trash!" Bob urged, leading Tom out. Tom, still in his janitorial disguise, finally began his role. He walked toward the far, darker end of the room to collect the waste bags. He had summoned every ounce of his bravery to do so, especially since Bob had already left without waiting. Before he could finish transferring the trash to the trolley, Tom suddenly heard a sound.

across her forehead. She leaned in close, her voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “Tell me what the heck that was back there." A few feet away, the janitor; Mr. Rodriguez, stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the giant mess that had once been his perfect cafeteria. His expression was one of pure disbelief, as if he couldn't quite process that human beings were capable of creating this level of chaos. I felt terrible for him. This wasn't his fault, none of this was his fault. It was mine.