Memoirs of a Monster

I’m Arthur Sullivan, cousin twice-removed of James. P Sullivan… yes, that Sulley, the new CEO of Monsters, Inc. I can hear you now: “So what’s Arthur’s claim to fame?” Well, sit tight, because it’s thrilling stuff. I sort books!

As head librarian, I shuffle through the dusty tomes and manuscripts in the Monstrolpolis Public Library, stamping due dates with precision. My job doesn’t involve screams, scares, or daring adventures through mysterious doors. But I will say my most dangerous encounter this week was a particularly aggressive Dewey Decimal code, if you know what I mean.

Occasionally, I overhear younger monsters whispering about the “great Sulley legacy,” while sneaking peeks in my direction. We Sullivan’s are known for our bold blue and purple fur, so we definitely stick out in a crowd. When they finally work up the courage to approach me, kindly let them know that he’s my cousin and remind them to stay in school and read their books.

Do I ever feel jealous of James? Nah, not really. Watching him and Mike is enough adventure for me. I’m just a monster who enjoys his coffee black, hates fluorescent lighting, and finds existential dread surprisingly comforting.

I may not jump through doors or chase laughter for a living, but I always know which books are overdue and which monsters are just faking a terrible roar just to get out of returning their homework. I guess not all heroes make headlines.