Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

"You have to clean up all these debris and dirt, Ryan. This is according to the CEO's orders! If you don't do it, you'll never be a supervisor at Nano-ID!" Ryan nodded once. The pink Honda Jazz pulled into the parking lot. He repeatedly honked at the janitor to get out of his way. However, Ryan, who had been guaranteed the position of supervisor, was rather arrogant even though he was now holding a broomstick. "Ryan?" muttered Marissa. She thought, 'That means the phone call the other day was true.' Pimmmpp!!! Marissa got her head out of the car. "Janitor, can you help me park my car. Put your work tools down first!"

My paranoid mind started to overthink again. Monica lowered her face, looking embarrassed and fazed. "I... I am an orphan, Miss Clark. I used to have many jobs because I had to survive. I work in clubs as a waitress and sell pieces of information to people just like that vampire woman did. Until I got arrested and was marked as a slave to different masters before."

I bit back the chuckle that was about to escape my lips. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, avoiding my gaze. “Wow, such a humble janitor,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You look good in your new uniform.” She picked up the mopping bucket and scurried off in shame. “Morning, ma,” the janitor who replaced her greeted with a cheerful smile. I returned the smile. “Come with me.” She hurried after me. We stepped into the elevator together, and when it stopped at the top floor, I input my pin cautiously and we walked into my office.

Not the scale-and-rappel Mission Impossible kind of action I was expecting—kinda anti-climactic, really—but certainly effective. “It pays to be nice to people,” he whispers back and holds a door open for me. I push a janitor’s cart. We pass a guy in a suit, headed home after a long night. His eyes skim past our uniforms and cleaning supplies like we’re invisible. I wait until we’re in the elevator to turn to him. “Seriously, did you know you’d be doing this someday?” He shrugs. “It seemed like a possibility.” I bug my eyes out at him.

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

shouted Rain. Jace lowered his head and brought his monster face close to Rain's shoulder. Rain's hands and body trembled violently. Jace just let go of his hand. "Are you stupid? After all , I am a monster! Next time, be careful when entering the men's room especially if he's a man-eating monster. I don't know when it will spiral out of control." Jace turned and left the bathroom. Rain slumped on the floor.

“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.”

Fruto and Ponjie didn’t notice him since he was covered by the four big monitors in the room. “Hello. My name is Francis. And this is my office. I was tasked to analyze the monster brought in here a week ago. I’m so glad you guys did not kill it.” Francis was solemn as he spoke. He met the stares of the boys as if his eyeglasses was not a hindrance for establishing contact. He then turned away and focused on the monster–who had now shrank and revealed a disgusting form.

**A Few Days Later** “I think he’s the janitor,” Alex mumbled, filling his mouth with another spoonful of oats. Aiden, on the other hand, was less convinced. “He’s *not* the janitor!” he shouted, his voice laced with frustration. He turned to me, his wide, concerned eyes searching for validation. “He’s not the janitor, Mom. The janitor never wears a hoodie. This guy? He’s really creepy. Alex and I see him everywhere. Our friend even said he’s always watching us when we’re not looking.”

he said. "I wish I could say the same," I muttered, stepping aside. Even after all these years, I still didn’t know his name. He was only ever known to us as ‘The Janitor’. And he was the one you called for situations like this. The men moved like ghosts, with absolutely no noise at all. They wrapped the bodies in plastic, removed the broken glass, replaced the carpet, patched the bullet hole, and brought in a brand-new dresser from a truck I hadn't even noticed parked below. In less than an hour, the room looked untouched, as if no one had ever tried to kill me in it. And when they finished, I slipped him a check for a hundred thousand dollars.