What If TS3
anonymous
January 17 2011, 20:50:24 UTC
What if Woody never found out the truth about Sunnyside and didn't return to save his friends? What if he returns two years later to visit, only to find out Lotso has been dethroned and Jessie has taken over Sunnyside? What if Jessie isn't the Jessie he remembers and won't let him leave?
Basically the story of why, what, and how this could happen. Dark themes, such as revenge, corruption, desperatism, sex, insanity, torture, etc. Not your typical, fluffy, funny Toy Story. Make it as long/short as you like.
Bonus:
-Buzz/Jessie is included (somewhere) -Jessie's hair is cut or her appearance changes.
Do To Ride the River
anonymous
April 26 2011, 13:20:08 UTC
The trail's a lane, the trail's a lane, Dead is the branding fire. The prairies wild are tame and mild, All close-corralled with wire. The sunburnt demigods who ranged And laughed and lived so free Have topped the last divide, or changed To men like you and me.
The Passing of the Trail, by Badger Clark
Prologue
It's better if he doesn't interrupt them, he figured. Give them time to settle in, get used to being there, get used to being Daycare toys and not Andy's toys. Perhaps after a while the names would rub off them, and they wouldn't necessarily be owned, even though they were played with.
Freedom, Woody supposed, was something that will take a lot of getting used to. It wasn’t something that he wanted yet either, he realised in some of the long, quiet nights when he could hear Bonnie breathing in the darkness and he patted her hand gently. He wanted to have an owner still, to belong to a child, to be an owned toy for a while longer. So he let it be, and time passed, and soon Bonnie doesn’t go to the Daycare any
( ... )
Do To Ride the River {1b/?)
anonymous
April 26 2011, 13:21:22 UTC
Then he fell silent. Panic flared in Woody’s chest as he patted Hamm’s cheek, shook him so hard that he rattled against the table and almost fell over, repeated his name over and over again. “Hamm. Hamm! Come back to me!”
But the light in the pig’s eyes had gone, and even the next day when Bonnie presented the fixed and cleaned piggy-bank to the room, some of his worst dents covered with silver and gold stars (“Because they’re special band-aids that can make him fly too!”), it did not come back. He just sat there, unresponsive, unmoving, like one of the books or the nightlight or the craft pieces that he was surrounded with. That night, Woody crept out of bed again and went to sit next to the pig, his cheek against Hamm’s cool flank, remembering all the years that they had sat and talked and bickered in Andy’s room, and had he had tear ducts he was sure that he would have cried
( ... )
Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 26 2011, 17:34:52 UTC
Chapter OneIt should have been simple to return. Hide in the mother’s handbag, wait until she reached work, then sneak free to spend the night at Sunnyside and talk to his friends again. Nothing more complicated than any of the messes that he had found himself in before, that was certain. And yet it was with trepidation that Woody nestled into the depths of Mrs. Anderson’s handbag, waiting as she dropped off Bonnie at kindergarten before continuing on to work, changing from the CD of children’s songs to the radio as she did so. Woody gritted his teeth through her muted complaints about traffic jams, then huddled as deep down as he could when the bag was lifted up and he felt it swung over a shoulder
( ... )
Re: Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 26 2011, 17:36:39 UTC
“Jessie!” He cried, before he could stop himself. He ran towards the dump truck, about to jump up onto it, when a jointed plastic snake spun itself around him and held him tightly in place. “Hey, let go!” Woody tried to squirm loose, turning to glare at the snake, but received a violent hiss in return and was shocked into stillness. Turning back to Jessie, he caught her eyes, and was horrified by the stillness that he saw there. As if the light had gone out of her as well. “Jessie
( ... )
Re: Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 26 2011, 23:12:30 UTC
This is freaking brilliant. It just... pushes all my buttons in all the right ways. I especially love how creepy and chilling it is, I can't wait to see where it goes.
Re: Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 00:39:22 UTC
OP here. OMG!!! Someone filled this!! Thank yooooouuuu! :) So far this is better than what I pictured and you cut her hair the same length I imagined. Yay! I'm loving it so much so far. So dark and mysterious, can't wait for the rest of it. Please continue soon! Thanks again! :D
Re: Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 01:23:39 UTC
OP here. Thank yooooouuuuu so much!! I never thought this would be filled. But this is amazing, so dark and mysterious. Much better than what I pictured and Jessie's hair is the length I imagined too. I cannot wait until the next parts. Thank you again! Continue soon!
Re: Chapter One {Part 1/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 08:03:48 UTC
^^ Thank you! Your description of Jessie with the cut hair just caught my attention like woah and I think that's what got me totally hooked on this, lol! Hopefully this will continue at a steady pace now! I'm just glad that you liked it!
Chapter 2 {1/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 16:04:02 UTC
Chapter Two“Hello?” Woody called into the darkness. The echo of his voice was muffled by shelves, clutter, dust. It felt oddly reminiscent of the attic; to think so was comforting, but he didn’t quite believe it. He cleared his throat and cupped his hands around his mouth as there were sounds of shuffling, a clanking note among them. “Hell-oh
( ... )
Chapter 2 {2/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 16:07:13 UTC
Barbie wrapped both of her hands around Ken’s. “Lotso bought your hat to us. We thought... he let everyone believe that you were dead. Never let the truth out. Buzz was the only one who thought that you were still alive, once he came back, and, well... he’s Buzz. He always believed
( ... )
Re: Chapter 2 {2/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 19:58:42 UTC
OP here.
I love the concept you created here, with Jessie as their "owner." When this idea first popped into my head, I wanted her mental state to be completely messed up and have her do something drastic. I love it.
Thanks again for writing this. I wanted to write it myself, but I just didn't have any time and wanted to see what other people could come up with. Awesome job so far. Continue soon! :D
Re: Chapter 2 {2/2}
anonymous
April 27 2011, 20:04:18 UTC
I have to agree with the OP. I love the fact that because of what she thought happened to Woody, she went batshit. It breaks my heart but is so fascinating.
Basically the story of why, what, and how this could happen. Dark themes, such as revenge, corruption, desperatism, sex, insanity, torture, etc. Not your typical, fluffy, funny Toy Story. Make it as long/short as you like.
Bonus:
-Buzz/Jessie is included (somewhere)
-Jessie's hair is cut or her appearance changes.
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The trail's a lane, the trail's a lane,
Dead is the branding fire.
The prairies wild are tame and mild,
All close-corralled with wire.
The sunburnt demigods who ranged
And laughed and lived so free
Have topped the last divide, or changed
To men like you and me.
The Passing of the Trail, by Badger Clark
Prologue
It's better if he doesn't interrupt them, he figured. Give them time to settle in, get used to being there, get used to being Daycare toys and not Andy's toys. Perhaps after a while the names would rub off them, and they wouldn't necessarily be owned, even though they were played with.
Freedom, Woody supposed, was something that will take a lot of getting used to. It wasn’t something that he wanted yet either, he realised in some of the long, quiet nights when he could hear Bonnie breathing in the darkness and he patted her hand gently. He wanted to have an owner still, to belong to a child, to be an owned toy for a while longer. So he let it be, and time passed, and soon Bonnie doesn’t go to the Daycare any ( ... )
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But the light in the pig’s eyes had gone, and even the next day when Bonnie presented the fixed and cleaned piggy-bank to the room, some of his worst dents covered with silver and gold stars (“Because they’re special band-aids that can make him fly too!”), it did not come back. He just sat there, unresponsive, unmoving, like one of the books or the nightlight or the craft pieces that he was surrounded with. That night, Woody crept out of bed again and went to sit next to the pig, his cheek against Hamm’s cool flank, remembering all the years that they had sat and talked and bickered in Andy’s room, and had he had tear ducts he was sure that he would have cried ( ... )
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I love the concept you created here, with Jessie as their "owner." When this idea first popped into my head, I wanted her mental state to be completely messed up and have her do something drastic. I love it.
Thanks again for writing this. I wanted to write it myself, but I just didn't have any time and wanted to see what other people could come up with. Awesome job so far. Continue soon! :D
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