Finally wrote another fanfiction. The title is a reference to Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train”. 
This first chapter, at least, also makes use of my Monsters, Inc. OC. 
[b]Mental Wounds Not Healing
A Monsters, Inc. Fanfiction
Chapter One[/b]
“Sulley?”
A monster with blue and purple fur stirred in his desk. Recognizing the nasal voice of his best friend, he pressed a button on his desk.
“Yes?”
“Some kid wants to ask you a few things for some school project of his. Do you want to take it?”
Sulley chucked. “Why not?”
While waiting in his office, he took note of all the awards he had accumulated over the years. You see, James P. Sullivan had started a revolution for energy harvesting for monsters. Beforehand, monsters had increasing difficulty getting energy by making children scream their lungs out. Now, however, they used laughs, which apparently were about 20 times as powerful as a single scream.
He was just looking at his latest award, “Monstropolis’ #1 CEO”, when he finally noticed his guest.
This kid, Sulley, estimated, was in his mid-teens. He heavily resembled a large blue snake, with red spikes on his back and the back of his head, as well as a pair of purple arms.
The kid stared at Sulley with pale green eyes, nervousness and anxiety made quite clear.
“Welcome,” Sulley calmly greeted.
It took a few seconds for the poor monsterling to find his voice. Sulley couldn’t help but feel sorry for him; rarely did he come across people this nervous.
“H-h-hi. M-my name is Reese Voight, a-and my class needs to do a report on a heroes of theirs. Mine last worked here, so I thought maybe I could ask you as the CEO about him?”
“Sure. Have a seat.”
Reese awkwardly placed himself on the seat opposite Sulley.
“First of all, which one of our legends is the one you want to do the report on?”
Reese hesitated, as if he had to name someone extremely unpopular for this.
Finally, he got it off his patterned chest: “My hero is Randall Boggs.”
Sulley’s smile was completely erased, replaced with a mix of fear and sorrow. The name belonged to a lizard monster that the CEO had committed a horrible crime on, back when the factory still relied on screams.
Reese was unusually quick to notice. He hung his head down, ashamed to bring up the name.
“I know he wasn’t popular, and that he disappeared a few years ago.” Reese then quickly got up. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave, now.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” Sulley reassured.
Reese could sense dishonesty, but he choose not to enquire.
“We still have his file, if you want me to read off of that, Reese.”
“Yes, please.”
Sulley headed went through the employee files, and he noted that Randall’s was filled with cobwebs, it hadn’t been touched in so long. As he went through the details of Randall’s employment, trying to explain things as simply as he could to an underage monster, he was becoming overcome with grief. He was learning about Randall Boggs at the same rate that this student was: the ex-scarer, apparently, was an orphan, and, possibly due to that, he had serious depression issues, including an attempted suicide. He also, apparently attended Monger High, which was well known in Monstropolis for the high bullying rate among students.
Why would my predecessor hire this person?, Sulley wondered to himself while trying to explain it to Reese.
Finally, to Sulley’s relief, he had gotten to the last of Randall’s profile.
Just before Reese left, Sulley stopped him. “What makes you hold so much respect for him?”
Reese hesitated again. “To me, he really helped give reptilian monsters hope to earn fame. And, that profile stuff, it never occurred to me how much he and I had in common.”
Reese bit his lip, realizing he said too much. “Please don’t tell the staff at Monger High I said that, okay?”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thank you.”
Reese left the room, Sulley now left to grieve for himself. For the first time in a long time, tears started to drip down his face. He couldn’t stand the guilt and shame: it was his fault that Reese’s idol may have died.
