Monster Inc Janitor Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Monster looked at the door and then at JD. “I don’t know, man.” JD admitted and got out of bed himself. He took care of his bathroom business and then dressed in jeans and a gray Henley shirt. He was putting his shoes on when Dean came back into the room in jeans and a green t-shirt with Grandpa from the Munsters “Go to your room.” She told Monster and he looked at JD with sad eyes. “Sorry, buddy. We won’t be gone long.” He promised the dog and gave him a little scratch on the head.

James told him that Monster hate any light reflection because it might damage he's skin, and everybody is afraid of him so nobody dares to make any mistakes of making him sees any reflection of light. Michael nod and think out loud that.... "Guess I know how to get rid of him now" then he told Dr. James to let go. Michael walked in and opened the curtain carelessly, the reflection of the sun reflect to Monster's face. Monster shouted that, who the hell is that? Dr. James Rushed and kneel down before Monster. Then told him that he is sorry, that he brought in a visitor, and the visitor did not know about the rules here. Monster got so pissed up and said

But she shrugged it off, not wanting to spoil their day with his antics. They all got into the lift, and just as the doors were about to close, they were joined by the building’s janitor, Mrs Henderson, who was carrying a mop and a bucket. Alessia greeted her with a smile, ‘Good morning, Mrs Henderson.’ ‘Morning, dear,’ the kind-hearted janitor replied. ‘Off to have some fun, are ya?’ ‘For Milo, yes.’ Alessia smiled. ‘But for the rest of us, it’s work, work and more work. By the way, I apologise for the mess by our door. Someone left some toys and fruits there yesterday.’

As she kept it and closed the drawer, she got startled by an unexpected presence in the dark corner, “You!!!!” Gon quickly went there and found a middle-aged Janitor with a sleepy face. Due to the dim light, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but Su Yeon recognized him, “Mailman from that day!!! What are you doing here!” “I got a part-time Janitor job in this company,” he replied in a hoarse sleepy voice. “Oh, good,” Su Yeon smiled and went out with Gon. Unknown to them, the Janitor’s expressions changed from sleepy to firm. Seeing their departing backs, he mumbled, “They both are trying their best to keep him safe…” there was a hint of suspicion on his relieved face.

After the students are gone, the janitor appears wearing everyday clothes, and not the gray overall that we have all associated with him. He has a toothpick in his mouth, and he smiles when he sees me. “Wow, I can't believe that I am getting a paid leave today,” he chuckles. “thank you, son. My aching back thanks you very much!” I sigh, but don't say anything to him. He gives me a mock salute as he walks out through the door. He shuts the door, and the sound echoes through the empty hall and classrooms. Another door opens, and Mister Spellman steps out with his briefcase in his hand.

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.

I was so glad Vanessa was with me because it all just made me uneasy. “This place seems so different at night.” She whispered as we made our way down the corridor to the main steps and started up them. “Who's there?” We heard a man call from upstairs before the figure of a janitor in coveralls stepped into light at the top of the steps. He was an older man with gray hair, large ears and kind eyes. He had laugh line wrinkles that just said he was a good person and despite the initial scare he gave us, it felt good to me that he was in the building with us.

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.