[ WP ] the monster in the closet finally lures the child into the darkness , only to realize something is very very wrong

The sound of the incessant alarm finally woke John from his slumber. Today is his first day at work, and while everyone of his classmates have graduated university two years ago, he was the only one that fell behind on the job applications. Everybody would just give me the job, he thought, as long as I apply. He knew very well who his father was, as did they; without the innovation and discovery that his father made, this world would have collapsed from total anarchy. It would only make sense that- 
 
 `` Johnny wake the fuck up. It is 0700, and you were supposed to be here at 0730. Remember you told me you'd give me a call as soon as you wake up.'' 
 
 The voice of his father made him stood up straight out of bed, as if a sharp tack made of ass-kicking poked him in the behind. Johnny fumbled to get to the phone, and hit the projection button. A 3D hologram of his father appeared in front of him. Johnny has seen pictures of him when he was little. His father was so full of life, and laughter, in every one of his photos. Though he never knew his mom, Johnny suspected that whoever she was, she would have told him about how sweet his father was, and how he'd make her laugh with his silly faces. 
 
 The projection in the air told him a different story. An older version of his father was staring at Johnny with a disappointing look. His bushy eyebrows neatly combed, looking very complimentary to the pair of horned glasses that made his father resembling an elementary school teacher in a small, country side village. Except for the scars running across his face. Johnny's heard rumors about those marks. Some say it was a work argument gone wrong, while his drinking buddies would embellish on about his father's days in the service, and how he received the scars in exchange for his life. Conversation was not the norm in his household, and Johnny never quite got the courage to inquire about them. One drunken night, however, he convinced Uncle Mike to spill his guts about dad. Apparently on his last mission, he wanted to go solo, and when he came back, there were fresh scars on his face. He said nothing, stared into space with that shell-shocked expression that soldiers often get after walking out of a massacre. 
 
 `` Yes sir, I meant to call you right away. I am going to be ready in 5 minutes and then I will get to headquarter before 0730.'' 
 
 His father, still thumbing through a manilla folder, glared at him under the glasses. 
 
 `` You realize that it takes us at the minimum 15 minutes to comb our hair. I wo n't have you show up at work looking like a puffer fish. For God's sake, you are the CEO's son. Stop dicking around and get the fuck out of the house looking proper. I swear to God your little sister is going to inherit this company and you are going to be working for the service if you keep this up.'' 
 
 The *beep beep* signaling end of transmission might as well have been daggers plunging into his chest. Johnny never quite got the charisma, or the intelligence that his little sister was born with. Though only 2 years younger, Tonya has already been working as an analyst for 4 years. Of course, her success was also partly due to her father, although her recent proposal on reducing quantum noise in the transporter gave the scientists an idea on fixing the temporal loop problem. He was n't jealous of her, however. They were the best of friends before Tonya graduated university two years before her big brother did. Since then, as much as they both tried, there appeared a rift between their bond. 
 
 Johnny ran to the hoverboard station. He wanted to make sure to get in line before more people came out for the morning commute. There was a trip going downtown every 90 seconds, and each time a hoverboard would transport one passenger on the superconductor highway. The current system can only handle 4 travelers as a time without disrupting the flow of traffic. 
 
 Great. There's a fucking line. Johnny checked his pocket, and pulled out the crumbled up currency he had wadded up a few nights before when he was out celebrating his new job. He ran to the teleport terminal next to the hoverboard station. Teleporting to the downtown terminal would mean he would have to skip dinner tonight. That will have to be since this is the last chance that his father was willing to give him; he was n't imagining it, his father sat him down and warned to send him off to service if he did n't get his shit together. 
 
 Johnny checked his watch a second later as he walked out of the downtown terminal. 0728. Yes, still on time. He turned the corner and saw the big iconic building that bore his family name. Monster Inc - A Sullivan Company. As he walked inside the large one-way force field that protected the company from invaders, He saw, etched out on the floor, the image of the very first source of renewable energy. Almost every one in Monster World knows the origin story of Boo and her relationship with his father. They say that because of their last encounter, Mike Sullivan returned to the old method of using children's scream to produce useable energy, instead of laughter. 
 
 `` JOHNNY LANISTER SULLIVAN!'' 
 
 A great bellow rang out from atop the stairs. Everyone in the 3 story high receptionist hall stopped in their track, partly started by the noise, mostly scared because they recognized whose voice it belonged to. Before anyone could collect themselves, Mike, with his now faded blue-green silhouette appeared slowly out of the shadow. He bent his knees and pushed off the balcony with great force, shredding the tension-thick atmosphere with his stocky body. The landing was not one with grace, but with intention. The marbled floor cracked beneath his weight and anger. Johnny was thrown back from the shockwave, now sitting on his ass, awaiting judgement from his executioner. 
 
 `` You are my son, and I should have know that your mother was a lazy whore when I banged her in that truck stop, but you are my son! You, Johnny Sullivan, should at least have inherited my determination to work hard. Or unless that whore was fucking another bum and dumped you into my lap. It is 0732. You are fired. No, You are put on leave and transferred to Energy Collection Service. Now get the fuck out of my sight and report to corridor 7''
