Monsters Inc.

Howling Moon

Jasmine always knew that she was different. But, as if being a slightly wild teenager who loves scaring her foster sisters isn't bad enough, a chance encounter with a monster from their closet - which she falls through - reveals her true-self. Jasmine didn't realise why she liked stories about werewolves so much...but now she knows that she is one. How did she end up in the human world without her memories, though? Monsters Inc. AU CxM, SxOC, slight RxOC

Author's Notes:

The song that Jasmine was listening to is called Black Metal, by Cradle Of Filth, and can be listened to here: youtu . be / MAWaYfCiHi0 (It's basically Cartman singing a death metal song).

The song that she's listening to in this chapter is Zetzobou Billy, by Maximum The Hormone, and can be listened to here: youtu . be / FpVHIDLXUPg (It's Japanese death metal at its finest).

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~Parental Warning~

This chapter contains:

. Low level coarse language

CHAPTER TWO

The Lizard, The Wolf, And The Wardrobe

"World of acquittal, words of sanction...an acquired fever, truly "death pirates", redeem the game of law..."

Jasmine stopped singing suddenly, because the music had just stopped playing.

Liana stood by the CD Player, looking disbelieving. "What are you doing?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

"Well, I was singing, but then somebody turned off my music!" Jasmine replied.

"Because somebody is about to be late for school." Liana mimicked her daughter's tone, before frowning, and poking her toe at something. "What is this?"

Jasmine glanced at the rumpled shirt of her uniform (now definitely more grey than white) and said: "Oh...I, uh...meant to pick that up..."

"Uh-huh." Liana crossed her arms. "And, you just thought that the house-cleaning fairies would pick them up?" She spotted something on the desk, and picked it up. "What's this?"

"I dunno." Jasmine shrugged, as she shimmied into her black sports tracksuit pants, and then went looking for her orange polo shirt (orange being the colour of her school house). She found it on the back of her desk chair. It was a little bit rumpled, but it was fine.

As she slipped it on over her head, she turned, to find her Mother holding up Penelope's drawing from last night. "Have you been telling your sisters scary stories again?"

"What is this, Twenty Questions?" Jasmine complained.

"Just answer the question."

"Fine." Jasmine rolled her eyes, as she sat on her bed and began to put on her socks (they were odd socks, but who cared?). "No, I haven't. There, are you happy, now?"

Penelope chose that moment to run past the open door to the room, screaming.

Calliope was chasing her, wearing a blue jumper with the hood pulled up, and shouting, in a gravelly voice: "I am Bluetooth! Rawr!"

Liana looked at Jasmine, who feigned ignorance. "I...have no idea where they got that from." She said, picking up her school folder, and a number of drawings that she'd done of monsters fell out.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Mum. Really."

Breakfasts were always an interesting experience at the Moon house. One never knew what to expect when one entered the kitchen, particularly on a weekday morning.

But, after a few years of experience, Jasmine was ready for anything. She braced herself, and then went in.

"Morning, Jasmine." Laurence was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Morning, Dad." Jasmine replied, going over to the fridge to get her usual Up-And-Go. She dodged around her Mother, who was now on the phone, after having left Jasmine's room after giving her a good scolding for scaring her sisters last night.

"Yes, Carmichael, I know, but it can't be all that bad..." Liana was saying, and Jasmine cringed. Carmichael Ackerly was the principal of St. Mary's College, that Jasmine attended, and an early-morning phone-call from him could only be bad news. "Yes, yes, I understand...what...? He needed stitches...?" She shot Jasmine a startled glance from across the kitchen, before turning her back and looking out the window over the kitchen sink. "Well, I'm very sorry to hear that..."

"Ooh, you're in trou-ble..." Calliope grinned, appearing from around the wall.

"You're the one who's going to be in trouble if you don't shut up!" Jasmine snapped.

"Jasmine..." Her Father said, threateningly.

"Sorry, Dad." Jasmine said contritely, as Calliope's grin turned to a smirk, which Jasmine would have dearly loved to have wiped off of her sister's face. She tried to remind herself that Calliope was only a kid, and of how scared she'd been last night. Smiling slightly at the thought, Jasmine sat down at the kitchen table, but immediately leapt up again when something squeaked from underneath of her.

Calliope laughed, pointing across the kitchen at Jasmine. "Ha ha ha, gotcha, Jazz!"

Jasmine looked at the rubber chicken that was the culprit, and then glared at her sister. "Ha-ha, very funny." She rolled her eyes, and swatted the rubber chicken onto the floor, before sitting down again.

However, no sooner had she picked up the Up-And-Go box, when Melinda came into the kitchen, and came straight over to her. "Jazz, Penelope needs you - she says that she can't find her socks."

Jasmine sighed. "Why can't you help her, Lindy?"

"Because I need to find my recorder for music class today." Melinda replied, straightening up her glasses. "Come on."

Jasmine groaned, and took her breakfast with her, subjecting herself to ten minutes of hunting for the missing socks all over their side of the house, until Calliope found them.

"They're here!" She called, from where the three younger girls kept their school things. "They were in your shoes the whole time!"

"Yay!" Penelope cheered. "Now I'm weady fow kidegaten!"

"What were they doing in her shoes?" Jasmine asked, straightening up, from where she'd just been looking for the missing socks underneath of a couch-chair.

"Duh." Melinda rolled her eyes. "That's where you're supposed to put them." She said, just as Liana came in.

"Sit." She ordered Jasmine, pointing to the chair that the teenager had just been looking under.

Jasmine sat, noticing that all three of her sisters hung around to watch, the scuz-bags.

"Your principal called." Liana said sternly, folding her arms. "That teacher that you threw the chair at? He needed five stitches in his leg, after the chair hit him."

"So what?" Jasmine looked angry. "Mum, he threw the chair at me. What was I supposed to do, just say: 'Oh, that's okay, Walter P. Smites, because you're named after the guy from Deal Or No Deal'?!"

"You are not supposed to retaliate in any way, shape or form!" Liana snapped. "Jasmine, if you continue to fight with your teachers and your fellow students, then you're going to get expelled! Is that what you want?"

And give those bitches the satisfaction of knowing that I failed? Jasmine thought, as images flashed across her mind. Noooo thank you...

Taking Jasmine's silence as a good thing, Liana continued: "Now, we're not going to punish you, since the school's decided to give you detention for a week."

"What?!"

"You heard me." Liana sighed. "Jasmine, your principal said that if you don't shape up, then you're going to be off the committee for the Winter Festival."

Jasmine mouth fell open. "B-but...what about all of my stuff?!" My artwork, and the presentation that I'm doing with the choir...

"Then, you know the answer." Liana replied. "Shape up, or ship out. It's your choice."

Shape up or ship out...it's your choice... These words rang through Jasmine's mind as she sat in the front seat of her Mum's 4x4, which drove through the streets of Perth City, in Western Australia. It was a cold day, a sure sign that winter was on the way, and Liana had the windows rolled up, and the heater turned on.

In the backseat sat Penelope, in her booster-seat, and Melinda and Calliope. The two older girls were talking about a teacher at their primary school that had been gored on the face by a bull during an event on a trip to Spain. It sounded painful. Penelope was waving out the window to random people, as Liana drove the 4x4 up to St. Mary's College.

As this happened, Jasmine happened to glance up, and saw Penelope wave to two people that had just roared up on a shining red motorcycle.

Jasmine gasped. "No, wait, Penelope, don't wave to them...!"

Too late. Penelope pressed the little button to roll down the window, and called out to them: "Herro!"

"Oh..." Jasmine groaned, sinking down into her seat, as she heard the laughter coming from outside, and one person's high, clear laughter above the rest.

Liana glanced at her eldest daughter, and felt a pang of sympathy for her, understanding exactly what had just happened, but that was life. "Come on, Jasmine, time to get out."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes." Liana replied, firmly but gently. She picked up Jasmine's black backpack, and handed Jasmine five dollars, for lunch. "Just walk straight past them and don't even look at them. Have a good day." She added, as jasmine finally undid her seatbelt, and got out of the car.

"Yeah, sure." Jasmine murmured, in a barely audible voice, as she hitched up her backpack and shut the car door.

"Bye, Jazz!" All three of her sisters called to her, and Jasmine merely waved to them as she turned, and headed across the car park towards the school. It took precisely four point nine seconds for the comments to start.

"Aww, aren't your sisters just so cute, Moon?!"

"They're just like the Three Musketeers!"

"How adorable!"

There was nothing sincere in these comments, and Jasmine hurried now towards the entrance to the school, intent on getting to her locker and then getting to the sports center to warm up for a morning of sports.

Somebody barred her way, however, and Jasmine was forced to come to a stop, in front of the School Goddess.

Wearing perfectly pressed black tracksuit pants and a blue polo shirt that was tight enough to show off the two assets on her chest, Priscilla McWentworthington took off her blue and black (matching, of course) helmet, and shook out her mane of gorgeous golden blonde hair. It fell in ripples down her shoulders. Her eyes (blue, naturally) were full of mean laughter, as her pink-painted lips curved upwards into a mean smile.

"Why aren't you more like your sister, Moon?" Priscilla asked, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ears. "Oh, wait, I forgot - you are like your baby sister. A freak."

Anger boiled in Jasmine's gut, as she clenched her fists at her sides, and the rest of The Pristines joined their 'leader'.

Aside from Priscilla, there was:

Ariana Darlington, who had the longest light brown hair in the history of the world, and very dark brown eyes. Her hair was so long, that her Mother had had to petition for her to be allowed to keep it at that length at school, and not get it all cut off.

Jodie Jenson, who had orangey-red hair (not bright red, like Jasmine's) and beautiful green eyes. The only reason that she was allowed into The Pristines was because of her uncanny resemblance to actress Arlene Dahl (during her younger years, of course).

Yacinta Sanders, whose exotic beauty only went about as deep as her (flawless) olive skin.

Rebecca Sanders, Yacinta's twin sister, and with the same kind of personality - obnoxious.

And, of course, there was Priscilla's boyfriend, Richter Plates, who was one year their senior, and the one with the motorcycle license. He was currently trying to juggle his stuff, as well as his girlfriends, and Jasmine felt a bit sorry for him. It was true, that Jasmine had had a crush on Richter, back in year eight, when he had been in year nine. Of course, he had not wanted anything to do with her...she wasn't even sure if he knew that she existed as anything more than the object of his girlfriend's teasing. Richter and Priscilla had been going steady since year eight, when she'd boldly approached him and demanded that he be her boyfriend.

Jasmine supposed that guys like him like girls who were forward.

Priscilla snapped her fingers now. "Richter, come here!" She ordered him, like he was some kind of a dog.

And, he came to her, straight away.

Where is your PRIDE, man?! Jasmine wanted to scream at him but, before she could, Priscilla had thrown something at her.

Jasmine didn't shriek, like some girls would, but she didn't dodge either, which was how she ended up with coffee all over her. From the looks of the cup that Priscilla was now holding, it was a Muzz-Buzz.

Priscilla laughed, as did her friends, and a few people standing in the crowd around them. "Now there's a good look for you, Moon!"

Jasmine closed her eyes, and tried to control her temper, remembering her Mother's words, and the fact that there was an awful lot riding on this. The Winter Festival was the highlight of her school life, aside from sports, that is. It defined her, and was the one thing that helped her to feel more like a human, and less of a...thing.

Something burned on the tips of Jasmine's fingers and, fearing the worst, she dared to open her eyes, and looked down at her clenched hands. Instead of seeing her usual black-painted fingernails, what she saw were slightly curled claws, which were currently digging painfully into her palms. It was her worst nightmare, and it seemed to happen every time she got really angry. Her fingernails would turn into claws...or, she'd run her tongue against her teeth and find out that they were fangs...or, dark brown fur would appear on the backs of her hands...

She was truly a freak, with the strangest things happening to her and, if anybody found out, then they'd really have something to tease her about...

Okay, calm down...calm down...breathe... Jasmine coached herself and, slowly, her fingernails returned to the way that they were supposed to be, and she dared to look up. Phew. Nobody seemed to have noticed that Jasmine had just grown claws, and she planned to keep it that way.

Just then, a sharp voice pierced through the air. "What's going on here?! The bell is about to ring, and I find nearly half of the student body standing around, chatting?!"

"Oh, Miss. Glendinning!" Priscilla changed her tone straight away, and Jasmine wanted to groan. the blonde had changed her tone from the mocking voice that she used when speaking to Jasmine, to the sickly sweet one that she used when talking to adults. "Jasmine's littering! Look!" She pointed a perfectly manicured fingernail at the empty Muzz-Buzz cup on the ground.

"What?!" Jasmine gasped, looking first at the cup, and then at the teacher. "But, I didn't..."

"Office, Jasmine, now." Claire Glendinning said, narrowing her icy blue eyes.

"But..."

"Now."

Jasmine didn't reply, but just sighed in defeat, and followed the music teacher to the front office. Of all of the subjects that she could have chosen to teach, it just had to be music...

"In." Claire ordered, pointing to the front doors, which Jasmine walked through, and which swung shut behind her.

Now, Jasmine was standing alone in the office, dripping wet with coffee, and wondering how her day could get any worse. Well, she decide,d as she took a seat next to the water cooler. at least nobody can be having a worse day than I am right now...

"Hey, it's a beautiful day in Monstropolis. A nice balmy sixty-five degrees, which is good news for you reptiles, and it looks like it's gonna be a perfect day to, hey, maybe just lie in bed, sleep in, or simply work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!" Mike Wowzawski shouted, before taking out an air-horn, and honking it - loudly - right up next to Sulley's ear.

"Whaa?!" Sulley cried, startled out of his blissful sleep, and falling out of the bed to land in a tangled heap of blue fur and blankets on the bedroom floor.

"This is no time to be sleeping!" Mike was in full drill-sergeant mode today...then again, he tended to do this every morning, so Sulley was used to it, by now. They'd been doing this for God knows how many years.

Still, he had to state that he hadn't ordered a wake-up call, which got him the same reaction that any drill-sergeant would give in this situation.

It was then half an hour of rigorous training, to get him into the 'scaring mood', which would, in Mike's own words, allow Sulley to 'fully maximize his scaring capabilities on the Scare Floor' that day.

After what seemed like three years of boot camp compressed into thirty minutes, it was time to go to work. As Sulley picked up his briefcase, a picture that had been sitting on the coffee table underneath of it stuck to it, and Sulley shook the briefcase, to send the picture fluttering to the floor. He picked it up, and looked at it, his happiness draining away slightly, even though the little monsters in the photograph were all smiling happily up at him.

"Sulley!" Mike appeared in the doorway. "Come on, move it or lose it, and by lose it, I mean lose your number One Scarer position!"

"Coming, Mike, coming." Sulley replied and, with a sigh, he placed the picture back down on the coffee table. As he left the apartment that he shared with his best friend, he couldn't help but remember his other best friend, back from his monsterhood...

"Okay, okay class, settle down now." Mrs. Bracksworth said, slowly losing her patience, as she used her tentacles to separate two brawling monsters. "That means you, James - don't make me call your Father." She added, and a (then) much younger Sulley scowled at the use of his name. He preferred Sulley, or Jimmy. James sounded too much like his Father.

As Mrs. Bracksworth put him back down, Sulley heard soft laughter coming from the corner of the room, and turned, to see a young monster leaning against the wall, and laughing at him.

"Nice job, Sullivan - you always get scared whenever Daddy is mentioned?" She chuckled.

"No." Sulley snapped back.

The wolfish-monster laughed. "Betcha do. Bet you can't do anything without living in Daddy's shadow."

"I'll show you, Howling!" Sulley declared. "You, me, the track, at lunchtime!"

"You're on, Sullivan!" She swished her tail. "I'll show you that you're nothing but a Daddy's Girl!"

"Did you just call me a girl?!"

"Yeah, especially with those pink polka-dots!"

That had sent the class into a riot of laughter, and even the teacher had smiled.

Sulley ahd just gritted his teeth, and vowed to never lose to the Howling girl...

For a three-year-old monster, she sure had had bite. Sulley had to smile, now, as he recalled how they hadn't exactly been the best of friends...at first...

Jasmine glowered, as she slipped into the slightly-too-small one-piece bathing suit that had been issued to her. How was she supposed to have known that the sports teachers had organized a surprise triathlon today? Jasmine's bathers happened to be at home, on the floor somewhere (or, quite possibly, under her bed), and what were they doing swimming in the last few months of a very cold Autumn?

It was barbaric, that's what it was, but Jasmine hardly felt the cold, as she slipped on her shorts and, taking a last, sad glance at the lack of chest that she had, she left the girls change-rooms, and hurried out of the sports centre, heading towards the school dam (also commonly referred to by the students as lake Waikikamukow).

The sports classes were all waiting for her, and a few people glared at her, and muttered things about having to wait out in the cold for her, and all that.

After signing into the register, Jasmine stood back, to let the sports teachers go over the rules and safety guides, before they handed out life-jackets. Why they needed life-jackets, Jasmine didn't know. But, she supposed, as she slipped into her life-vest, it wouldn't look very good for the school if one student (or, a lot of students) drowned. Then again, the school didn't seem terribly concerned about hypothermia, so...

"Okay," the sports teacher, Mrs. Brown, said, holding a whistle. "Let's do this, then."

As the girls all prepared to enter the water, Jasmine looked around, but couldn't spot Priscilla or her crew, and had a sudden vision of them sitting in a nice, warm classroom, having gotten out of doing this, somehow.

As soon as the whistle blew, Jasmine was one of the first to hit the water, and swam with the other strong swimmers out to the little red flag on the buoy.

She swam back, and climbed up onto the shore, slipping out of her life-jacket, and tossing it down onto the ground. She hurried over to where the bikes were, and picked one that she knew that she would be able to ride. Strapping on her helmet, she hopped onto her bike and took off, peddling easily through the course that was marked with red flags. When she reached the group of teachers waiting to collect their bikes, she leapt off of it (the bike) practically before it stopped moving, threw off her helmet, and began to run through the running part of the course, enjoying the feeling of the cold wind in her face as she ran. For some odd reason, she never seemed to feel cold, even though even a few of the teachers had blue lips. As she ran through the bushland part of the school, following the red flags, she had a sudden and wild thrill in her chest and, when she looked down at her hands, she saw that her claws were back...okay, so sometimes they came out when she was running, too...in fact, they did that a lot. But, why?

What was she?

What was she becoming?

Jasmine suddenly had an urge to run in a different way...a strange feeling was taking her over, and she found herself saying: "Forget the two-legged thing!" And moving closer to the ground, running in a way that could only be described as a four-legged gallop.

Yes...this was definitely more like it...this was...this felt right...to run like this...she was actually running faster this way...a bit too fast...

This...what is happening to me? What am I becoming?

Jasmine launched herself out of the trees, much to the shock of the teachers who were standing around the finishing line, and Jasmine didn't have enough time to scream at them or tell them to move, and she crashed into them.

Okay, so, if she hadn't gotten expelled for sending that teacher to the hospital, then she was certainly going to get expelled for sending six of them there!

Looking up at the only one left standing, which happened to be her least favourite sports teacher, she asked: "So...did I win?"

"Jasmine!"

Jasmine didn't know why she had run the way that she had today, but she was doing it again, as she took another one of her little shortcuts home, and hurried to beat her Mother home. Liana had picked up Penelope from kindergarten, and then taken her to dance class, before going to pick up Melinda and Calliope from their primary school, and so she didn't know that the teachers had called, and left a message on the answering machine.

Jasmine had been sitting there, when Mr. Ackerly had left the message, and she thanked her lucky stars that her Dad worked, and that her Mum was always busy.

Now, she raced home, to delete the message. She would have the entire weekend, then, to come up with some sort of an excuse as to why three teachers now needed time off.

"Gotta delete that message! Oh God, I gotta delete that message!" Jasmine exclaimed, ducking under the wire of a broken fence, and then leaping over some shrubbery. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with all of those stray cats that had been in the area lately...most people had to worry about vicious dogs. Jasmine had a sign on her that said: 'Mouse'.

And, today was no different. She sprinted, switching to all-fours, as the cats galloped after her. It was a common occurrence, and it was probably the reason as to why her uniform was always tattered.

Well, it had coffee on it today, so Jasmine wasn't sure if the cats would go for that or not. They were chasing her, though, but the house was in sight! And, best yet, Liana's car was nowhere in sight!

Jasmine leapt over the perimeter fence of their five-acre property, and a wave of cats leapt after her. As she ran, Jasmine trained her gaze in at the pretend-rock that sat in the garden, knowing that the key to her safety was just beneath that.

She reached for the rock, finding that it was easier to do this when she was running on all-fours. She just hoped that the neighbours wouldn't be watching.

But...where was the key?!

"Damn!" Jasmine swore, throwing the rock down, and turning, just in time to dodge a furry and fanged shape that came flying towards her. She jumped, and rolled out of the way, looking around desperately, and spotting the patio roof, which gave way to the bathroom window, which was always open. It was her only chance.

Jasmine ran, and leapt up, jumping onto the low stone wall that separated the patio from the back lawn, and hurrying along it, as she reached out to grab the edge of the patio roof. She thought that she could hear her Mother's car in the driveway!

Using all of her strength, Jasmine hoisted herself up, and swung her body up, hearing a slight tearing sound that may or may not have been her tracksuit pants.

She crawled across the patio roof, and over to the window of her parents' bathroom. She wasn't sure why they left it unlocked. Maybe for this very reason?

Jasmine lifted the window up and then, on a whim, glanced back over and down at the cats. They had now formed a kitty-chain, standing on top of each other in order to get to her.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Jasmine rolled her eyes, as she climbed in through the window, and this time she really did hear a car in the driveway! "Eek!" Jasmine slammed the window shut again, sprinting through the fancy black-and-white bathroom and through her parents' room, out into the hall, and down the stairs, to the kitchen.

She slid into the kitchen, grabbing the phone off the wall and pressing the Call Messages button.

"You have one new message." The recorded voice said.

"Heh. No, we do-on't." Jasmine said, in a sing-song voice, as she hit the delete button. Then, she casually put the phone back on the hook, and turned, to lean casually against the wall as her Mother came in. "Hi mum. Good day?"

"It was a hectic one, Jasmine." Liana replied, before she stopped. "Umm, honey, now...what have we told you about pets?" She pointed to something that was on Jasmine's sleeve, and she looked down.

A very small kitten, about the size of one of those tea-cup pigs, was hanging from the sleeve of Jasmine's polo shirt by its mouth.

It realised that it had been found out, and blinked, before letting go of Jasmine's sleeve, which was now shredded.

Jasmine stared at the kitten.

The kitten stared back at Jasmine, before smiling, to reveal a mouthful of very sharp, pointy teeth. It then turned, and strolled casually out of the kitchen, and out the front door.

Jasmine was sketching in her sketchbook, rather than doing her homework, when Liana rang her from the other side of the house.

Sighing, Jasmine got up, and went into the living room, where both of her parents were. The first thing that she noticed was that Laurence was in a tuxedo, and that Liana was in a slinky red evening gown.

"Mum? Dad? What's...?" Jasmine stopped, and then face-palmed. "Oh! Your anniversary...right..."

"It's fine, Jasmine." Laurence replied, straightening up his bow-tie. "But, your Mother and I need for you to baby-sit again tonight."

"You know, Dad," Jasmine said, as she followed her parents to their front door. "Most baby-sitters get paid for what they do."

"Okay, then," Liana said. "Then, we'll start paying you in food and clothing repairs."

"My genetic coding does not allow me to succumb to blackmail." Jasmine replied.

"As you want, Jasmine." Liana replied, coolly, as she shrugged into a fur-coat. "You're the only one with anything to lose in this situation."

"I didn't say that I wouldn't do it, I just said that it'd be nice to get paid." Jasmine muttered, as she walked with her parents to their car.

"Well, just don't." Liana replied. "Now, another thing - don't order pizza again, and don't fill your sisters' heads with nonsense about monsters! They have enough trouble getting to sleep as it is!"

"Yes, Mum." Jasmine rolled her eyes.

"Have fun tonight, though." Liana urged her.

"Watch something that your sisters want to watch." Laurence added.

"And behave yourself!" Both parents said at the same time, much to Jasmine's annoyance, as they reversed down the driveway and then drove out onto the street.

"Yeah, right..." Jasmine muttered, turning around to head back inside, only to find an army of angry cats staring at her, their eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Uh-oh..."

"Jazz..." Penelope tugged on Jasmine's sleeve.

"What is it, Penny?" Jasmine asked distractedly, chopping a carrot with the world's biggest butcher knife. "Jasmine's trying not to burn down the kitchen, sweetie...go and play in the fort with your sisters?" She suggested.

The younger girls had just spent an hour and a half constructing an elaborate fort throughout the entire house, whilst Jasmine had been forced to slave away in the kitchen like a 50's housewife.

"This Bwootoof?" Penelope held up Jasmine's notebook.

"Did you go in my room again?!" Jasmine snapped, throwing down the knife as she turned to face her sister, angrily.

Penelope's face fell. "I just...want see youw dwawings..."

Jasmine softened slightly, and pulled up a bench-chair. "Which one?"

"This one." Penelope said, as she climbed onto Jasmine's lap, and showed her the picture.

Jasmine looked. "Huh? Oh...yeah, I guess it is...I drew that ages ago, though."

"Weawy?" Penelope's big blue eyes widened. "Then, you see him befowe?"

"Once..." Jasmine thought, as an image of a blue monster came across her mind, like lightning. It was so sharp, and so vivid, though, that it stung her for a second. "A long time ago..."

"What about this one?" Penelope flicked through the pages, and showed Jasmine an earlier drawing. It depicted a purple and blue lizard-like thing, with sharp, pointy teeth, and bright green eyes. Half of him was missing, though...

"Why's he disappeared like that?" Calliope wanted to know, as she came into the kitchen, wearing a pirate's hat and eye-patch, and carrying a plastic-sword.

"Because," Jasmine said, lifting Penelope back onto the floor, and standing up, because the pot of potatoes was boiling. "He's like a chameleon."

"I saw that thing in our room, a few nights ago." Calliope stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "That was the night Penelope woke up the neighbours."

"I did not!" Penelope protested, but she seemed unsure. "Lizard was...scawy...I scweamed, weawy loud, and Jazz came in."

"Mmhmm." Jasmine said, absentmindedly, as she tested the potatoes. Were they supposed to be falling apart like that?

"Did you see the monster, Jazz?" Calliope wanted to know.

"Huh, what?" Jasmine jumped slightly, as her hand brushed against the hot metal of the pot. "No, of course I didn't!"

"Uh-huh." Calliope seemed unconvinced. "Then, how come you were able to draw him?"

"Because," Jasmine said, with as much patience as she could muster. "I have a very vivid and active imagination!" She turned around, threateningly brandishing a wooden spoon which, when coupled together with her Mum's frilly pink apron, made her look about as threatening as a toothpick. "Now, go and play in your fort, you two, and let me cook dinner!"

"You mean fail at cooking dinner." Calliope muttered, and then ducked, when Jasmine threw the wooden spoon at her. "I'm telling Mu-um!" She took Penelope by the hand, then. "Come on, Penny. You can be my first-mate! Let's go and storm Princess Melinda's Castle!"

"Okay!" penelope chirped. "Wha a fur-st-mate?"

"Augh." Jasmine turned back to the stove, to realise that she'd burned the steak. "Eek..."

"Sulley!" Mike sprinted through the halls, leaping around a corner, searching for his best friend. "Sulley! Sulley, where are you?! I need you! Sulley!" He bumped into somebody. "Owch! Oh, hey, George, have you seen Sulley?"

"I think that he was just talking to Mr. Waternoose, out on the Scare-Floor." The big orange monster replied, as he turned to go.

"Thanks, buddy!" Mike went sprinting off, carrying a massive folder of papers with him. He sprinted back to the Scare-Floor, where he found Sulley, but no Mr. Waternoose, which was just fine by Mike. The one-eyed green monster hurried up to his best friend. "Sulley!" He cried, as the big blue monster turned around. "Thank goodness I've found you!"

"Oh, hey, Mike," Sulley smiled. "What's - whaa?!" He was suddenly nearly thrown off balance, as Mike tipped a large amount of paperwork into his arms.

"Listen, I need you to file all of this paperwork for me, it's urgent!" Mike said, not even noticing that Sulley was struggling with the folders.

"What could possibly be so urgent that you..."

"Oh, Googley-Bear!" A female's voice called out, and Sulley nearly groaned.

Mike turned around, looking suddenly gleeful, as he ran to his girlfriend, who was taller than him. Her name was Ceilia Mae. She was purple, and had one eye like Mike, and a headful of purple snakes, which were sentient. She and Mike had been going steady for quite awhile, now, and everybody knew it.

"Schoopsies!" Mike said, reaching up, and Ceila leaned down, and the two of them kissed.

Her hair-snakes, however, tried to kiss Mike, too, and she reprimanded them. She then straightened up, and caught sight of Sulley. "Hey, Sulley-Wully."

"Oh, hey, Celia...-Weilia..." Sulley replied, still struggling with the paperwork, which he didn't understand how Mike could carry around on a day-to-day basis. It was almost like Mike was the one doing all of the push-ups in the morning, and not Sulley...

"Mike, are you ready for our date, tonight?" Celia asked him.

"Of course I am, Celia." Mike half-turned and, still not noticing his best friend's predicament, added: "Okay, now, listen, Sulley, the pink paperwork gets filed in the second cabinet from the right, and the light green one gets folded twice and put into Marcele's desk-drawer..." Celia began to drag him away, not wanting to miss their reservation. "The yellow ones get sent to the Mail Room to be taken to the other side of the city, oh and don't file the puce paperwork! Leave the puce!"

"What's puce?" Sulley wondered, just as he tripped, and him and all of the paperwork were sent toppling to the floor. "Oh, great. It's gonna take me ages to clean all of this up..."

He sighed, and set to work.

It did take him ages to clean up the paperwork, and he had no idea what half of this stuff even meant, but it did gave him a greater appreciation for all of the work that Mike did.

He was just finishing up by getting some of the yellow papers that had fallen behind the desk, when he heard a noise and, for whatever reason, he hid.

Peeking out from behind the desk, he saw a familiar figure, pushing a tray of Scream-Canisters along the Scare-Floor.

"Randall...?" Sulley whispered - that purple, reptilian face was unmistakable. What's he doing here?

He watched, as Randall took out a Door-Card, and swiped it.

As the door came through the archway high above their heads, it didn't take Sulley long to figure it out. Randall was trying to boost his numbers, by cheating!

Of course, Sulley had cheated once, way back in university...but, there was no way that he would do that, now!

He had half a mind to go out there and stop Randall right then and there but, something made him stop.

It was the sight of the door, the very same door that he, Sulley, had gone through the night before, and scared three little human girls.

Sulley didn't know why, but something about the sight of that door set him on edge, and he felt his fur prickle on the back of his neck, as Randall psyched himself up, and then opened the door to the room.

Sulley stayed where he was, crouched there, and waited...

"Guys, it's late." Jasmine put her hands on her hips, and glared at the three faces that were staring up at her. "Look, I already have to clean up this fort that you guys built whilst I was cooking the dinner which you didn't eat, so don't give me those puppy-dog eyes, and get back to bed!" She ordered, pointing towards their side of the house.

"You're drawing, not cleaning." Melinda pointed out.

"i was taking a break!" Jasmine snapped.

"But, Jazz..." Penelope mumbled, looking worried. Jasmine noticed that she was holding as many toys as she possibly could. "Wha about Bwootoof?"

Jasmine sighed. "Look, you guys, Bluetooth is not going to come back tonight..." She discretely hid the picture of said monster, that she was currently working on.

"Well, what about the disappearing lizard-thingie?" Calliope wanted to know.

Jasmine sighed. "Okay, fine. Look, I'll come with you, and prove to you, that there is nothing in your closets." She marched with them, back to their room, stopping to pick up Buzz Lightyear and Twilight Sparkle along the way. She marched the girls back into their room and, leaving them standing at the doorway, she marched over to the wardrobe, which she flung open and, still facing her sisters, she said: "There? You see? No monsters, no nothing."

"Uh...Jazz..." Melinda suddenly looked terrified, and she pointed, with one shaking finger, at the wardrobe.

Jasmine turned around to look, and froze.

Instead of seeing the usual array of clothing and such, what Jasmine saw was what looked like a factory warehouse, complete with shining white-tiled floors and rows of official-looking desks and machines.

"Oh my God..." Jasmine whispered, which is what everybody says in situations such as these.

"Cool..." Calliope breathed, daring to creep forwards, but Melinda held her back, as Jasmine tossed the two toys that she was holding away, behind her, suddenly feeling like she had to go into the warehouse room beyond the wardrobe door.

"Buzz Lightyear To the Rescue!" The doll said, because it had hit something, and Penelope let out a small, terrified, gasp.

"J-Jazz!" Calliope cried, suddenly going to hide behind Melinda, as all three of the younger girls looked equally as terrified, and Jasmine turned around, fearing the worst.

What she saw made her skin prickle, as her yellowish-green eyes met a pair of very bright dark green eyes.

"it's-it's the disappearing lizard-thingie!" Melinda cried.

And, it was indeed. he stood there, looking like some form of a mutated, six-legged purple lizard but, somehow, Jasmine knew that he wasn't a mutant, but a monster.

She could understand why he looked so terrifying to her sisters - those sharp, pointy teeth were a bit of a terrifying addition to the whole lizard-look. But, somehow, she also thought that he looked...well, normal.

Well, aside from the fact that he was now glaring menacingly at her, and was walking towards her.

"Get out of my way, human!" He said.

"He talks!" Melinda cried.

"Look out, Jasmine!" Calliope cried.

"Run, you three!" Jasmine shouted and, for once, her three sisters actually obeyed her, and left her alone, to deal with the monster. She glared at him. "You stay away from my sisters, lizard-boy!"

He actually growled at her, which annoyed her, and so she leapt at him.

He actually looked startled, all of a sudden, like he hadn't been expecting her to do that. She crash-tackled him and, when he tried to move, she wrapped one of her arms around his neck.

The prickling feeling in the backs of her hands was back and now, as the two of them rolled towards the open wardrobe door, it started to spread to the entire length of her body, and grew so hot and uncomfortable, that Jasmine had to let go of the lizard as she landed roughly on the polished-white floors.

The lizard immediately scurried away, although he stopped to pick something up, which happened to be Jasmine's sketch-book.

She wanted to yell at him to give it back but, all of a sudden, a strange feeling came across her and, instead of yelling, she opened her mouth, and threw her head back, and...howled?

She didn't know what came over her but, suddenly, it was the only thing that she felt like doing, and it just seemed so...natural...

She placed both of her paws on the ground...wait, what?

Paws?

Sulley had watched as Randall disappeared through the door, unable to shake off the feeling that something bad was about to happen and, lo and behold, he was right.

Because, not long after Randall had vanished, the door was thrown open again, and a girl's voice said: "There? You see? No monsters, no nothing."

And then, of course, she had turned around, to come face-to-face with Scare-Floor F.

She had looked stunned. "Oh my God." She'd said, and then one of her little sisters had yelled to her, and she;d turned around, and Sulley knew, he just knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they had discovered Randall.

"Jasmine!" One of the younger sisters had yelled out, and Sulley had frozen at the sound of the name.

Then, the girl had seemingly jumped at Randall, which Sulley knew was not going to impress the lizard anymore than losing out on his Scares would.

And, then, to Sulley's absolute horror, Randall and the human girl had both come crashing through the door. And, as they did so, Randall's tail knocked the door switched. The Door-Card fell out and the door was picked up and taken away, but not before Randall grabbed the Door-Card, and something that the human girl had bought with her.

But, as his number one rival had scurried away, as only Randall could, Sulley's gaze was suddenly fixed on what was happening before him.

In the light of the moonlight streaming in through the windows high above their heads, the human girl had suddenly haunched over, as if in pain. Her body twisted, and contorted, and then...it began to change...

Her hands twisted and changed in a painful-looking way, become fur-covered, and her nails lengthened until they became claws. Her ears grew, and became pointed and large, and were also covered in fur, as were her now paw-like feet, her legs and, well, basically, everywhere. She even had a tail, a long brown one that had darker brown stripes on them, like a raccoon's.

Her black, long-sleeved shirt ripped audibly, and her short, dark-red pleated skirt became even shorter, as she finally arced her head back, and the fur covered her face. And, as her nose became larger and pink and flatter, and her teeth turned into razor-sharp fangs, her hair lengthened ever-so-slightly, and she turned her face to the ceiling and howled.

And, it was that one howl, that sent shivers of familiarity down Sulley's spine.

How many times had he teased her about it? How many times had he tried to prove that roaring was better than howling, only to be told by her that she couldn't roar.

Werewolves didn't roar.

They could shape-change, though, and Sulley had only seen it once, in his entire life, and that hadn't been her, it had been her Father.

But, now, he had seen her do it for herself and, as she straightened up to stand upright again, he got up, as well.

He had just heard her beautiful howling again...that long and soulful sound that was like music to his ears...and, terrifying for humans, adults and children alike!

Ignoring all of Mike's paperwork, he began to walk slowly and soundlessly towards the figure standing before him but, somehow, she heard him, and she whirled around.

Her yellowish-green eyes flashed, and she bared her teeth at him, growling softly, under her breath.

Sulley, however, was too overcome with shock to realise that she was acting in a very hostile way towards him and, instead, he just took a step closer to her, and said: "Jasmine?" Her ears perked up at the sound of her own name, but she didn't relax her stance - or, her bared claws and fangs - one little bit. "Jasmine Howling?"

Jasmine blinked, looking at him curiously, and Sulley looked back at her, desperately searching her face for some form of recognition.

But, he got none.

"Jazz?" He tried again.

She pounced, without warning and, catching Sulley by surprise, pinned him down onto the floor, where he landed hard, and then she catapulted off of his chest, and ran swiftly and quickly out of the room.

Sulley lay on his back, dazed for a second, before he got up. "Yup, that's definitely her!" He told himself, before running after her, intent on catching her and finding out just why she was running from him - and, where'd she'd been all of these years!

Neither one of them saw Randall, clinging to the wall, semi-invisible, and having just heard something very interesting...

Back in their room, Melinda, Calliope and Penelope finally dared to open their wardrobe door (albeit, with a long broom handle, and from behind a wall of pillows and cushions).

Of course, their wardrobe was their wardrobe once again, and Penelope began to cry, saying that Jasmine was now gone forever, and that all of the monsters were gonna get her.

Melinda exchanged a glance with Calliope. "Well, that's just great. Now what are we gonna tell Mum and Dad?"