(A/N)- This is a revamped remake of Tear in Your Hand, since that fanfic had so many many problems with it and I'll be deleting it in a couple days. My aim with this was to make it somewhat fluffy but not Mary Sue, and whenever it gets fluffy I save it with something completely unfluffy. I hope I've achieved that. ;) Also sorry for the dumb chapter names and the dumb ones that are soon to come. ;P

P.S- I won't let this thing die!! So please, review, and fuel my inspiration while it lasts! ;)

Chapter 1 - Not My Type

The sun was rising over the city of Monstropolis, and Sandra was heading off to work at Monsters Inc. a little over an hour early.

It wasn't because she had to - quite frankly, she had nothing better to do. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night and had been up since five as it was - she didn't feel like waiting another couple of hours until she had to be in at work. She just wanted something to do, and she wanted the day over with.

Lucky for her, there wasn't much traffic - not that it really mattered. She had walked since, because of the scream shortage, she'd given up her car seeing as she was only a short walk away from work and any place she'd have to get to.

She stopped at the crosswalk and took a look at herself. She was mainly a dark purple color, with a warm goldenrod underbelly, with a jagged trail of dark forest green that trailed behind her head, down her back, blending to black along her very long and very thin tail that curled into a circle. She had yellow eyes (the color of her underbelly) with red cat-like pupils. Atop her head were four sharp slender black fronds, tipped with red. She had three sets of limbs - two pairs of legs and one pair of arms, and each were finger-tipped with dangerously looking silver claws.

Sure, she was fearsome. Maybe Roz was right ... Roz suggested that Sandra become a Scarer, rather than stay in her position as a trainer for potential Scarers. Personally, she had no experience in scaring, but she supposed they all listened to her because she looked scary and looked very capable of scaring.

'It would be a hell of a lot less paperwork' she thought happily. She'd had to fill out daily reports on each potential Scarer, evaluating their weaknesses and strengths and ... well, their potential. It was tiresome, and she couldn't just write anything, because it would risk an incapable employee of getting contaminated by a human child ... not that the risk wasn't already there for any Scarer of any level.

Aside from the fact she had about five times the amount of paperwork that any average Scarer would have; she'd always managed to hand them in on time.

"Good morning Roz," Sandra greeted, plopping her stack of paperwork onto the slug-monster's desk. She grinned slightly and adjusted her glasses, "You never fail me, Clemens." she said slowly, "What're you doing here so early?"

"Had nothing better to do," she admitted.

"How'd you get in?"

"Needleman," she said shortly.

"What?"

"The janitor."

Roz sent her a wry grin, "Special friend of yours?"

Sandra rolled her eyes, "Please. He's still a teenager, and he's not my type."

Roz laughed shortly, "Then what is your type?"

"Hey Roz," a male voice greeted tiredly, and Sandra didn't turn around, just stepped out of the way. He stood beside her and handed Roz his paperwork.

Sandra glanced at him. He was a lizard monster, like herself, except he had two pairs of arms and no claws, just gecko-like tips. He was a pale purple, and not at all as scary as herself. He had a wide mouth with sharp teeth, and his eyes were like a chameleons, and of an emerald color. He had three fronds atop his head, tipped with pale pink, and a light blue ran down his back and down to his tail.

He glanced at her and she looked away, pretending not to notice him.

"Were you sleeping here again?" Roz asked him.

"I was up late helping Waternoose with a few things," he replied shortly, seeming a little disgruntled at her prying.

"And yet you still had time to finish your paperwork," Roz said slowly, shaking her head, "Get some rest, Boggs."

He merely grunted in response. Sandra looked over to Roz, giving 'Boggs' a fleeting glance, in which their eyes met again. She looked away again, and he wandered off.

Sandra resumed her spot in front of Roz's desk, peering around at the reptilian monster as he headed off to the Scare Floor. She looked back to Roz, who was grinning mischievously.

"He is not my type," she said flatly, and snatched a mint from Roz's desk before heading off to the Training Room.

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"KEN! Keh-en! What're you doing??" she asked hysterically.

The fuzzy monster peered wide-eyed from under his bangs, his furry paws clamped over his ears.

"My ears are delicate!!" he screamed, "I don't like the screaming!!"

"Ken, I've turned the screaming off," Sandra said, massaging her forehead in frustration.

"What??" Ken shouted back, and the other trainees burst into laughter. Ken looked over to see that the robot child was no longer screaming and was nestled back under the covers. He removed his hands from his ears and his face turned red with embarrassment.

"You'll never be good Scarers if you're afraid of screaming," she said, turning to the rest, taking the spotlight off Ken. The trainees quickly began to write it down on their clipboards - probably to seem attentive, because this was really just common knowledge that anyone could assume, "Forget who you are in your everyday lives - when you enter a child's bedroom, you must become most ferocious, most terrifying, all without touching or getting to close to the kid. How is that done, anyone?" she asked. A small one-eyed monster raised his hand nervously.

"Joe?" she asked, pointing to him.

"You roar as loud as possible?" he asked.

"Exactly," she said with a grin, "Of course there are other methods to properly scare a child - one must know their own abilities. Some can scare with merely a look, a grin, or some quick movement. Loud noise, however, is key. It almost always will frighten any child, but if you find yourself in a position where you attempt to scare first, and you do not scare the child, what must you do?"

The trainees looked dumbfounded. Sandra heard Ken grunt to get attention.

"Ken," she acknowledged.

"You run like hell?"

The trainees burst into laughter.

Sandra suppressed a smile, "Yes, but it's better that one attempts to scare again, but no more than twice - there are no third chances. A second attempt would risk you becoming contaminated, but remember that the CDA is always one call away, and you'll be decontaminated before you can say 'child'."

The trainees murmured in awe as they hurried to write all this down.

"You're all dismissed," she said, and grabbed up her clipboard and before heading out.

She inhaled a deep breath of relief once out in the hallway, and searched the pockets of her sweater for her locker keys. She'd just grasped the keys when she heard a voice, "That was nicely handled."

She jumped slightly, and looked around to see 'Boggs' standing there with a reproachful smile on his face.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked, turning away and continuing to walk down the hallway.

"Nah, just checking out how the trainees were doing and there you were." he said with a grin.

"How convenient."

"So, d'you have any experience in scaring?" he asked as he walked alongside her.

"No," she said, coming to a stop, looking at him a moment before pretending to shuffle through her keys, "Don't tell the trainees that - they'll be heartbroken," she said, and continued to walk towards the locker room.

"Really?" he asked, "I mean, someone like you; you look like you got your work cut out for you."

"Excuse me?" she asked, a little offended as she stopped to look him in the eyes.

"Not in a mean way," he said, putting his hands up in defense, "what I meant was you're ..."

"Scary." she finished for him.

"No, not really - to a human child maybe, but that'll make your job easier," he said, "With looks alone you could rule the Scarefloor!" he exclaimed.

She laughed humorlessly, and began walking away again, "Stop flattering me - I know Roz must've put you up to this --"

"No she didn't,"

"And I'll tell you what I told her," she said, stopping again, "-constant insisting will just make me back further away." she said with a grin, and stepped off to disappear into the locker room.

"I'm not-- I'm just--" he groaned as he lost his train of thought, but she'd disappeared into the locker room, leaving him to stand there.

"I don't even know your name," he called, but was doubtful she'd hear.

"It's Sandra," she said, appearing beside him, startling him.

She stuck her forked tongue out between clenched teeth, "Hehehe," she snickered evilly, "Payback for earlier," she explained briefly before heading into the locker room again.

"I'm Randall," he called back, once he'd regained himself.

"Nice to meet you," she answered in the middle of a laugh, and he thought she was probably being sarcastic. He couldn't help but smile though, as he headed off into the men's locker room - whether or not she wanted to be a Scarer - she definitely had it in her.

(A/N)- Review please! And be kind about it because - don't worry, it gets better. ;) I'm horrible at beginnings, sorry. :(