DATED: AUGUST 2ND

With a clang, the vent burst open. "Grr..." Chupacabra growled as he exited, "This would be so much easier..." he lamented, "If I had a map..." he exited into the room, kicking the grate back over by the vent, out of the way and closer for his getaway.

He approached the computer, swiping a stolen ID card along the panel. "Access Granted - Slimer, W." the computer displayed on screen, "Good." he sighed, looking at the keyboard, then his claws, and after a hunt and peck, ran a search, "Chupacabra" "Indexing? What does that mean?" he questioned, and looked around while he waited... spotting a phone.

He groaned, "I don't have much time... I may as well." he said, picking up the phone, and dialing first, his parents' old phone number... Maybe some numbers he knew had not changed...

((OOC note: Feel free to enter the room, or answer the phone, however you wish to do things))

Norman was walking through the halls, his claws clicking as he was making for the records office. While normally this task would be left up to his staff, he had an urgent matter to attend to. Things were changing around here; human children running about, FEAR making daily threats and occasionally carrying them out and now a former employee turned criminal showing up on his doorstep as well. He needed to do some digging in order to stay ahead of things. 

Swiping his own card, the sinewy dragon monster pushed the door open, seeing someone already in here. Odd... he didn't recognize this monster... was he supposed to be in here? "Ahem... excuse me." He said, walking towards him. 

The beast hung up the phone, no answer... and he had someone else to talk to, but he did expect this. He looked to the card briefly, it had the image of another monster, that wouldn't work. No, he'd have to use negotiation.

The monster was big, but that wasn't always an asset, but his eyes did show a bit of awe to look upon him. "Shut the door. Keep this between you and me." he said, behind him his search would continue... there would be three results that popped up right away, though each cut off after a snippet.

Dated 1996, "Family requests records of Chupcabra Incident...."
Dated 1995, "Humans report sighting of Chupacabra..."
Dated 1994, "First Chupacabra to make Top Scarer..."

He turned away, cauitiously as he heard a ping, hoping it would also help to sway the monster away if he intended to report him to security.

Norman stretched his long tail out, using it deftly to shut the door. "And... why should I do that?" he asked in regards to Chupacabra's request. "Is it you're supposed to be in here?" he inquired, then paused, seeing the words on the screen with his sharp eyes, something he'd intended to do the minute he'd walked in. 

Freezing, he looked to him now with sudden understanding. Chupacabra... of course he knew the name. Despite his younger age and him not having been on the board when this monster had vanished, he knew the name rather well, having seen it in files of previous top scarers and missing personnel. "You're... you're El Chupacabra." He said softly, taking another couple steps forward. "You haven't... been seen in over a decade... am I right?" he asked. 

Glancing to the screen again before looking back to Chu, he cleared his throat. "I'm Norman Spencer, a Director here at Monsters Inc. Where... where have you been all this time?" he inquired, shaking his head a little. "There were nothing but rumors following your disappearance." 

The monster was pleased, he had met someone that was in a position they might help him, and they had complied with his request. Excellent.

He turned to face him, he felt he could get his answers here, and also learn what he could from this dragon monster. "Not exactly supposed to." he admitted. "Yes. The very one." he confirmed, "I disappeared sometime in Nineteen Ninety-Five... twelve years ago." he said.

"A pleasure to meet you." his eyes darted around, he had his escape route planned, so he made sure not to look that direction. "I have been in the human world. Sent through a door, by a monster I didn't see coming." he explained. "I intend to find out, but I have a life to reclaim as well." he sighed.

"Much has changed. I mean no harm!" he put his claws up, "Yesterday I arrived through a door, and met a child, and another monster... an ex-criminal... then I've built a nest to sleep. Finally coming here to look for answers. That is all."

"Did you break in?" Norman asked, raising a brow. He wouldn't exactly blame him if that were the case, but was more curious as to where he'd been and what he was doing now. "1995..." He muttered, turning that over in his mind. It was well before he'd joined the board, but his father had been on it then, so of course he'd heard the stories. "You were... banished?" was his next question. "Illegally? I know that's been going on here at least under Henry Waternoose but... that was before his time I think." He commented. "And when you say you didn't see him coming... you didn't get a look at him?" He rattled the questions off, but wanted to try and understand this situation better, though his voice remained calm and smooth as he spoke. 

"I understand, yes... this must be... quite a shock for you." He replied sympathetically. "Um... perhaps I can assist; I have access to anything you'd need, after all. But of course, there are some records I can't just freely give out either." He added. "Some are board only, and would require a majority of the Directors voting to release them. Still... can you tell me why someone would shove you through a door?" He raised his right arm, waving it a bit as he talked. "It just seems rather sudden, and I would like clarification on that." 

A smile formed on his fang-face, yes he was sympathetic indeed, but his smile turned to an open maw at gaining information.

"Illegally, yes." he clarified. "Else, someone would know something." he said with a growl. "Waternoose was the boss at the time. Unless we have... a different Waternoose in mind? He was old... who is the head honcho now?" he questioned.

He shook his head, "I was hit from behind into the door, very little to go on, at least without cameras, records..." he turned to the computer. "But those would surely have been deleted." he growled again, "Maybe... witnesses, those around the time of the incident, yes..." he smiled. "As much information as I can gather on that. Someone employed here, working that day, someone could have clues..." he mused as thoughts came to mind, and hope.

"Any help you can provide, would make me grateful..." he smiled a more friendly smile. "I want them brought to justice, and I want my life back... those are my motives." he said plainly. "As for theirs to come after me..." he hrmed. "There are more reasons than one. They could have wanted me out of the way on the Scare Floor, they could have wanted my girlfriend." he sighed,

"If you can forgive my memory being fuzzy..." he said, "If it's something more than that..." he looked around, "The only thing I can think of..." his eyes opened wide. "Could it be they were after...?" he hrmed. "My roommate in college... he was a major nerd..." he thought.

"He made something, and wanted me, us at work, to figure out what it was... Yes, about the time I was banished... He called it Zenith... we weren't sure if it stood for anything."

"Mm.. I see... all right." He nodded sympathetically. "As for Waternoose yes... I suppose he was, then. The CEO Is James P. Sullivan at this point." He explained, figuring that would be a surprise to him as well. "From mail room to CEO... it's rather impressive." He commented. 

"Ah yes... well even if this person didn't scrub the videos, they would have long been erased from that time; as things weren't digital then." He pointed out. "As for witnesses, well... if you were working, whom were you working with at the time? Surely you weren't alone, were you?" he inquired. "Hmmm... all right. Well I agree; they should be brought to justice, as what they did to you was illegal. Rest assured... if a crime was committed in my factory, then it is my responsibility to get to the bottom of it." He resolutely stated.

But as Zenith was brought up, Norman's brows rose. "Zenith?" he asked. "Your roommate made something... called Zenith... and he wanted you to figure out what it was?" he asked, pointing to him. "Well... that sounds like the strongest lead yet." He agreed, nodding. "What can you tell me about it? Did you ever find out anything regarding it?" he queried, his curiosity piqued. "Was your roommate an employee here as well? If he was, we'd surely have files on him." 

He hrmed... "Young blood." he noted, at least by his standards that was. "I hope that starting from the bottom has made this a fine place to work, for your sake, and mine... if I were to resume employment. I am sure my parents took care of my paychecks." he shrugged.

"I was alone at the time of the incident..." he said, taking a moment to remember.

"I can't remember exactly, I remember who I usually worked with..." he said... "But uh, we all had... dorky names, so we came up with new ones... you see the trouble this causes me now." he stated.

"I remember... uhm." he took another moment... straining. "Bogeyman, but we always said Bogey or Boogie. He was the uh... supervisor or shift-lead, or something... and I remember Bogart, the new guys always asked him and he got all annoyed." he nodded. "There were some new guys... Creeps and Crawls... those might be their real names, actually." he frowned, running dry on names. "Oh and my assistant, El Perro Loco... that's all I can think of, really..." he sighed.

"As for Zenith..." he shook his head, "He worked here very briefly, he thought MIFT would be something different and he left uh... after a month?" he shrugged. "Said they were kind of loony." he gestured at his head with his finger in a circular motion. "Anyway, yes... I only found out it was a device or a machine, of some sort. To make life easier or better, or something... hence the name." he nodded. "At least I do remember his name. Sheen Mason."

"Well, my father was on the board before me so... I kind of just inherited it, but with that said..." He held up a claw for them. "I have experience, and I'm not just some 'suit' putting up the money for the company after all; I always try and get my hands dirty so to speak, and be out on the floor with my employees." He nodded. 

"Hm... not... much to go on with nicknames but... let me see what we have on Sheen Mason." he said, moving past him to the computer, but not taking a seat, as he really didn't need to sit for this. Propping himself up with his forelimbs, he began tapping away at the computer keys, furiously hitting them and seeing what he could potentially bring up on this Sheen Mason character. 

El Chupacabra came up to him, pleased at his co-operation, and as he had himself seemed to promise, he was down to earth as well. Things were definitely looking up for him, and he smiled when Norman got to work. "Very good... very good." he said simply, little more to say on that front.

Tapping, tapping, the dragon in front of him tapped away... and at the least, his roommates file popped up, granting him some information...

Name: Sheen Mason
Other Names Used: N/A
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: Februrary 29th, 1975

Address: 404 Ooze Avenue
Boneyard Terrace Apts. Apt C42, Monstropolis.

Status: TERMINATED

Position: M.I.F.T

Employment Start Date: August 11th 1994
Employment End Date: September 29th, 1994
Reason for Termination: "Resignation"

References: El Chupacabra

Reading the information carefully, Norman frowned. "Hm... he was... he resigned after only a month and a half." He pointed to the screen. "I wonder why... we obviously can't go into details, and there's no disciplinary files for him either, but that is an awfully short term of employment... I wonder why he'd just up and quit." he mumbled, printing it out now. "At the very least, you have an address... I'm not sure we can find out more on him, given again, we can't go into personal details with personnel files." he pointed out, looking over to Chupacabra. 

"Is there something else I can assist you with?" he inquired, pushing away from the computer to plant his front feet once more on the floor. 

Chupacabra sighed, it wasn't much but at least he wouldn't have to remember the address... or had he updated it even after leaving? It didn't seem so familiar, but it was a minor detail, it could help, if just a little bit.

"Thank you." he said. "I have shared all I can, if you can offer... any leads toward where I am to go, then I would find those helpful." he shared.

"Aside from our hunt for employee files and records... Hopefully we can discover my old co-workers, yes..." he sighed. "I did mention... the other thing I need help with. Recovering my life after disappearing for twelve years. A job may be difficult to obtain, and I will need one, sooner rather than later." he asked, "Could you help me with that, any?"

Norman blinked, considering his options here. "A... job?" he asked, rocking his head back a little. "I... well it's been 12 years." He pointed out. "I... suppose I could maybe fit you in but... you know we've switched from scream to laugh energy now, right? The company no longer employs scarers unless they can switch to being jokesters." he informed Chu. 

"What do you think you'd be most useful doing for us?" he inquired, raising his hand and holding it out to the side as he spoke before dropping it. "I know it's been rough on many scarers to this point... but I can try and make the transition as easy as possible, no matter what it is." He offered. 

"I was made aware yesterday..." he said with a touch of lamentation to his voice. "Jokester, ha. It's not that I can't tell a joke, but getting a job as a comedian? Doubtful... I would at least give the program a look." he said, this was a desperate situation, even if he could depend on his savings and parents, it very much was like waking from a coma.

"I would consider any position... Except M.I.F.T, if Sheen said they were crazy, it's certainly too much for me." he hrmed. "I did minor in business, and er... I did take a double-major in college, at my parents' insistence." he noted. "Er... the design program... Cosmetology, Fur-styling... "Fashion" he said, raising his claws to make air-quotes. "Those skills could come in useful?" he shrugged, grasping at straws.

"If not on the factory floor, I'd prefer going up, rather than down. Office or administration... front-end. Not MIFT, not janitor."