"This is crazy. I drop out of college, you graduate from college, and we both end up working at the same place. Cosmic!" Val cheered.

"Well, that's one way of describing it," he said, looked over, and stated, "Hold on, that's a Scare Floor."

"Laugh Floor now," she corrected.

"Right, Laugh Floor," Tylor nodded.

"Beep, beep, beep. I removed the beeper so I could make the sound," Val said with a chuckle as they parked in the elevator.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"We're going down," Val answered.

"Huh?" Tylor wondered.

"Yeah, after MU, I lived in the Scarribean for a year. Island time. I made wind chimes out of scream shells, didn't sell. All that screaming..." she started.

She demonstrated different screams until the elevator stopped.

"This happens all the time, you just gotta..." Val said, kicked the lever, then continued, "There we go. Then I taught shockra yoga for a while. Found my center. You know what's weird? I was off-center. I was gonna get it aligned, but by that time, I was into competitive eating. So, yeah, now, here I am. Yeah!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Tylor exclaimed.

"Stay in the cart. Almost there. There's no daylight, but you get used to it. These are the transfer pipes. Miles of them. Ooh!" she replied, they dodged one, then she added, "I think there's one..."

They then passed another pipe, which his horns hit.

"Yeah!" Val cheered.

They eventually pulled up to where they needed to be.

"Home sweet home! You head in. I'll park the cart. Beep, beep, beep," Val said as she parked the car.

He went inside to see some monsters just sitting around reading or getting something to drink. Even a pink puffball growled at him.

"Hey, everybody, meet the new guy! Tylor Tuskmon," Val introduced.

"Hi," Tylor waved.

"We were best buds in college," she continued.

"We had one class together," he reminded.

"But it was special," Val pointed out.

"We didn't actually speak. Hi, everyone, just to be clear, I was told this is a temporary reassignment," Tylor said.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we? I'm Fritz. Oh, they said they were sending over a new MIFTer," the blue monster introduced.

"Sorry, what exactly is 'MIFT'?" Tylor asked.

"What is MIFT?" Fritz gasped.

"Oh, now you've done it," the crab monster said.

She then played music on a stereo while putting a swivel chair up and spinning it as he stood on it.

"Since the day Monsters, Inc. was founded, there has been a need. A need for a dedicated team of mechanics to nurture the intricate machinery that is the very foundation of this factory. No matter how arduous or difficult the repair might be, MIFT is there to tighten the bolts, unclog the pipes, wrench the nut. We embrace it with, uh...We embrace it with..." Fritz explained.

"With unbridled anticipation," the green monster with four eyes said without looking up from his magazine.

"There you go! Unbridled participation of what challenge lies ahead. And at the end of the day, we each say, 'I'm proud. I am proud to be a member of the Monsters, Inc. Facilities Team!'" Fritz finished.

"For the record, I've never actually said that," the crab monster pointed out.

"Oh, welcome to the MIFT family," Fritz told him.

"Uh, thanks, but I'm not really family," Tylor replied.

"I could be to you like a father figure," Fritz said.

"My father's a father figure," Tylor disagreed.

"Grandfather figure?" Fritz asked.

"That's my father's father," Tylor said.

"How about an uncle-who's-divorced from-your-biological-aunt but-was-really-cool-so-he-keeps-in-touch and-sometimes-he-just-shows-up out-of-the-blue figure?" Fritz suggested.

"Sure? You don't have my phone number," Tylor replied.

"I can get it out of your employee file," Fritz told him.

Tylor sighed as Fritz left while humming.

"Drink this," the crab monster instructed with one cup.

"Uh, oh, thanks," Tylor said, taking the drink.

He obeyed then coughed at the bad taste.

"Now drink this," the crab monster told him with another cup.

He did it again, but the same result happened.

"Well?" the crab monster wondered.

"They're both disgusting," Tylor told her.

"See? I told ya. You can't tell the difference between the old lubricant and the new synthetic," the crab monster remarked.

"Why?" Tylor coughed.

"Drink water, stay close to a bathroom," the crab monster told him.

"That was Cutter. And this is Banana Bread," Val said.

Banana Bread blew a raspberry in response.

"No one knows his real name. But he brings banana bread in every morning. Yummy scrumbos," Val said then asked, "And there is one more MIFTer. Where is she?"

Then another female monster entered with a lot of paperwork.

"Hey guys. Could use some help here," she called.

Then she tripped, sending paperwork everywhere, but Tylor managed to catch her. They soon locked eyes, which widened in surprise.

(A/N What she looks like (I drew this).)

"Tylor? Tylor Tuskmon?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah. Is it really you, Jamie?" he wondered.

"Who else could trip and accidentally toss paperwork like a pro?" Jamie smirked, making him chuckle.

Tylor then helped her up as Val asked, "I take it you two already know each other?"

"We grew up together until the end of middle school when I moved away. I hated leaving my best friend," Jamie said.

"Yeah," Tylor nodded shyly.

"Hey, there. Tylor, was it?" the green monster with four eyes asked.

"Yeah," Tylor said.

"Hey. Nice to meet you, Tylor. Yeah, so, hey, could I just borrow you for a sec? Couple of things I wanna mention. In private," the green monster suggested.

"Sure. Yeah," Tylor agreed and they left.

Jamie couldn't help but blush at the fact Tylor was back in her life. She looked over to see Val smirking at her while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shush!" Jamie warned teasingly, making Val giggle under her breath.

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A/N Oh snap! XD