The Two Kinds of Glaze (Mike x Sully AU)

Chapter 8

As I was being ushered out of the building, I pass by the hundreds of dead cops. Although I was excited to see Sully, it didn't feel the way I was hoping it would. Did he kill all of those police officers? Who was the monster who passionately had sex with me in a Krispy Kreme? Now I'm being carried by some edgy maniac possessing Sully's body.

I am taken to a 1984 Honda Civic. It was white in hue, but there was a large black streak made from spray paint, which created a line between the door handle and the opposing car wheel. I realize I wanted to go away from Sully, which was incredibly ironic. I have been looking for him for what seems like months--even though it's only been less than two days. I am the one who was stupid enough to look for him, and this is where fate has taken me.

Sully asks me if I'm okay, but I stay silent. Of course not, but at this point, I probably seem like a sussy baka to him. He drives back to Monsters Inc. so that I'm not late for my shift.

Eventually, I break the silence and ask him who he really is. Why has he taken such extreme measures, such as slaughtering a bunch of police officers just to escort me out of a building? Sully hesitates and eventually replies by telling me he is an assassin. He is paid to kill fellow monsters--such as myself--as quickly and quietly as possible. Afterward, he frames another monster to throw the police off his track. He was paid to murder a pornstar named Randall Boggs about a month ago. He applied to work as Monsters Inc. to get closer to another monster to use as bait. I happened to be the bait.

But apparently, there was something about me in particular that infatuated him. Just like me, he couldn't stop thinking about that moment under the bed, where sparks were flying. Tension was polluting the air. Once he fucked me ever so passionately in the Krispy Kreme, he decided that he wasn't capable of pinning a crime on me. I was flattered but also mortified listening to him.

I didn't know what to say to him at that moment. I don't know if I was angry or scared. Maybe it was a combination of the two. All I knew was that I didn't feel safe. I knew that if I seemed threatening to him that he would try to kill me. After all, I was a witness.

I planned that I would call the police station once I go to work. The police station that was slightly further away from the initial one, as all of their officers, were likely still alive. But I wouldn't be surprised if all of the police stations in the county were exterminated by him.

But Sully had other plans.

***

I was forcefully stuffed into a small shipping container, and although the sensation of him pressing on my green glutes was incredibly arousing, I was still concerned about why he was doing this. I couldn't fight back, as his overwhelming girth was too strong for me.

***

The scream extractor was one of the machines used at Monsters Inc. It consisted of a giant vacuum attached to the rest of the mechanism, and it would suck your screams--hence the name.

As I was dumped onto the cold concrete, I pondered on what brought me here in the first place. The moment Sully and I had together under the bed. Our hookup at Krispy Kreme. At the gym. Randall Boggs. Being framed for murder. It was all flashing through my mind as I was propped up onto the chair. Realizing the reality of my situation made me despise Sully. He didn't love me.

The last words I heard were "Sorry, Mike." And then everything went black.