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"And then he said he has this super awesome thing to show me because he wanted my honest opinion!" Mike Wazowski laughed out happily, hurrying to catch up with his long-legged colleague.
"My honest opinion, Sul!" He grabbed his friend's furry arm.
"Do you know what that even means?!" James P. Sullivan sighed lightly and looked around at the workers that immediately got back to work.
"Yes, Mike. I do know what that means. Means that you are making a fool out of yourself for such a thing." Mike let go of his arm and groaned.
"For once. Just for ONCE can you not be as grumpy about things?" Sulley nodded.
"Yes. When I finally get this corporation where it belongs. To the top." Scratching his bold green scalp, Mike rolled his eye.
"Oh right, right. I forgot you are the big boss now. Taking care of everything. You know what? What happened to that cocky son of a Boogeyman I knew before, huh?" James shrugged his shoulders, visibly annoyed, hurrying up forward.
"I already told you, Mike. I simply grew up. Alright? There is nothing wrong with that."
"Nothing wrong with... Nothing wrong with that?!" Groaning lightly, he jumped and grabbed the collar of Sully's shirt.
"Do you..." He shoved his face into Sully's giant nose and narrowed his eye on him, speaking slowly as if the big monster couldn't comprehend what he was saying.
"Do you eeeven heear yourself saying all that stuff?" Grabbing one of Mike's horns, James glued him off and dropped him on the ground.
"Yes. Even without you shoving your nasty face into mine. Besides," he smirked down at his friend.
"I am not the one that has no ears." Mike pouted, though it was hardly an insult. Sully was simply like that. Honest and cocky. He maybe toned it down with age, but old habits always died hard.
"I know why you are like that." Mike said as soon as he shut the office doors. Sully sat on his office chair.
"And why is that, my little genius friend?"
"You miss her. Don't you?" Mike asked sitting on the chair on the other side of the table. Staring at him for a moment that seemed like an eternity, Sully sighed and straightened up in the chair grabbing one of the fragile framed pictures from his table with his giant hands. There was no way he would be able to lie to Mike. He knew him too well.
"Every day, Mikey. Every day." The green round monster frowned.
"I gotta admit. I miss the little annoyance too. But hey! I am pretty sure she is as happy as she can be." Sully replied.
"Oh yeah? How come we still didn't come across her doors since then?" It was something Mike didn't have answer to. After a moment of awkward silence, Mikey cleared his throat.
"Soooo. I am off to get some coffee. Can I get you anything, boss?" He chuckled. No matter how long it has been, Mike would never get used calling his long time friend his boss in all seriousness. Sully waved his hand and smirked.
"You go ahead. I am fine." Mike nodded and exited the office.
"Sure you are, big guy. Sure you are."
Nonexistent hairs would most certainly stand up straight on his head after he heard a chilling scream.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" And all he managed to hear was his friend. Good old Sully grabbing his arm and pulling him aside.
"Watch out!" He yelled, and it all turned dark.
***
Sully groaned as he tried to glue his chest and his face off the cold stone underneath. He groaned again when the headache struck him and he laid back down, simply rolling to face...
"The sky? What the hell is..." His head buzzed and he rubbed his template for a second before he felt something was terribly off. His fur...was gone. As the field of vision focused and cleared out, he lifted his hand in front of his face and his jaw dropped instantly. His hand and the rest of his arm was smooth and pale. Just like human arm would look like. Touching his now naked face, he panicked internally as he searched for his fur that somehow ended up being only on his head, give or take some smooth body hairs he had.
"No." He mumbled as he jumped up, fighting off the headache.
"No, no, NO!" He swung forward and grabbed the cold marble pillar just before he stumbled on the ground. He was feeling light-weight. The last time he felt so light-weighted was back in college. It all confused him a great deal. Then he remembered.
"Oh bollocks!" He straightened up and looked around.
"Mikey? Pal?" All around was a meadow and a beautiful lush forest while he was standing there, at the entrance of a great temple. There was no sign of the Incorporation building, nor anyone he knew. He was alone. Well, at least for a moment.
"KJAAAHAHAHAAAAH!" Came across the meadow and Sully narrowed his eyes to see better. Short skinny guy ran across the meadow towards him with his toxic green hair fluttering after him, chased by a flock of birds.
"Save meeeee! Sullyyyyy!" He cried out. Sully straightened up and ran towards him in order to chase the flock, but the guy seemed to be even more terrified of him.
"Oh, right." He thought as he came closer. He was dead certain that cry baby was no other than Mike Wazowski. He simply knew it. The green-haired guy dropped on the ground and covered his head.
"Don't hurt meeee. PLEASE don't hurt me human! I am just..."
"Oh cut it! Will ya? It is me." Sully groaned and smacked several birds before they pulled back into the forest.
"Darn feather sacks..." He mumbled and brushed off his jacket. He glared back at the guy that reminded him of Mikey as the guy glared back.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sully rolled his eyes.
"I could as you the same." Mike shivered.
"I know. It is awful... You never looked so disgusting before..." James offered him a sarcastic yet charmin smile and reached behind Mike's hair.
"I can tell you the same. But at least you have ears now." Mike yelped and smacked his hand.
"And it HURTS. Let it go damn it. I hate them. They are awful!" Getting up he looked around.
"Alright. May I ask....WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" James shrugged.
"I thought you are supposed to be a genius here." Mike groaned.
"Well tough luck. I am stupid for this." James chuckled and shrugged.
"Well then we shall simply ask someone." Mike looked around.
"Who?"
"Whoever lives in this thing..." Replied Sully, moving towards the temple.
***
"Wow...seems like a lot of people live in this thing." Mike mumbled to Sully as they entered, facing a group of visibly confused and really diverse people. Loud as he was, Sully cleared his throat and exclaimed to the group.
"Excuse me! Can anyone..."
"...Tell us what the hell is going ON?!" Mike finished, before he stopped silent and turned to Sully.
"We just marched in and demanded answers but...you sure they won't chase us away with pitchforks and torches? Because they sure as HELL look like pitchfork people." Sully looked around.
"No. No I am not."