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.
Chapter Five {1/2}
anonymous
May 1 2011, 18:49:15 UTC
Chapter FiveA pattern of rapping on the door below interrupted before Woody could say anything more. They both froze and looked down as Ken signalled to one of the toys to open the door. A jack-in-the-box on one of the shelves bounced across and flicked the handle down, and the door slid open a couple of paces. Buzz appeared in the gap; Woody held his tongue as the space ranger exchanged a few words with Ken, then called: “Barbie! You’re wanted in the Butterfly Room
( ... )
Chapter Five {2/2}
anonymous
May 1 2011, 18:50:03 UTC
Barbie did not come back that night. The rising of the sun outside, the arrival of the adult workers and the scramble to turn off the light and hide in the depths of the cupboard in the desperate hope of not being found did not go unnoticed by Woody, but it was Barbie’s disappeared that he was more concerned with. Eventually, despite the constant noise from outside, he dropped down from shelf to shelf, until finally reaching the floor and looking round with increasing impatience for Ken
( ... )
Re: Chapter Five {2/2}crimsongypsyMay 3 2011, 00:21:34 UTC
This story is so insanely amazing I can't handle it. You've taken the prompt and created this dark twisted world that's got me completely on edge. Can't wait to see more!
Re: Chapter Five {2/2}
anonymous
May 3 2011, 01:31:46 UTC
OP.
Sorry I haven't commented earlier. Been stupidly busy. I can only imagine what Jessie's doing with Barbie. Something doesn't sound right....Continue soon please!! :D
Chapter Six {1/2}
anonymous
May 4 2011, 18:20:29 UTC
Chapter Six
“Please, Buzz,” she whispered. “Help me.”
He looked at her, something dead behind his eyes. They read: you know that I can’t. And he was right. Barbie closed her eyes in defeat and turned her head downwards, blocking out the muffled sounds of Buzz’s footsteps leaving.
She’d done it all right. She’d been in the Caterpillar Room when she was needed, and she’d kept all of them calm in the lockdown, and she’d done what she was told. She had helped Jessie at the beginning by telling them about the new toys that Lotso had recruited
( ... )
Chapter Six {2/2}
anonymous
May 4 2011, 18:21:21 UTC
Buzz quirked an eyebrow at the knowledge Barbie seemed to have gained from Ken, but said nothing. Barbie was still staring, transfixed and part in fear, at the beautiful clothes when she realised that Jessie was sitting on the floor in front of her, cross-legged, something close to earnestness in her eyes
( ... )
Re: Chapter Six {2/2}
anonymous
May 7 2011, 01:47:20 UTC
OP.
Sounds a little...suspicious to me. I wouldn't trust her. But I love the idea of using the clothing as bait. I can only imagine what you have in mind. Continue soon! :)
Re: Chapter Six {2/2}
anonymous
May 9 2011, 14:31:52 UTC
Thank you! Sorry for not answering last time, but I had the next chapter ready so I figured that I'd go ahead and post it. ^^
And hey, you said that you wanted corruption. I figured that fear in particular, and to a lesser extent wanting to get out of the Butterfly Room, would play into this a lot.
Chapter Seven {1/2}
anonymous
May 12 2011, 11:34:50 UTC
A/N: I'm sorry that this took a little longer than before. Real life should get out of the way of fic!
Chapter SevenThe evening did not come abruptly to the Daycare. First the children would leave in swirls of chatter and loud voices; the childminders were to follow after, and even then the cleaners would be later still before it finally fell silent. The toys came cautiously from their shelves and boxes, and Barbie sat with her head bowed on the rear of the dump truck as she was returned to the Caterpillar Room. As the door was opened, she slipped the white gloves from her hands and tucked them into her skirt, smoothing down the fabric over them. There was a rustling of attention, whispers in the darkness, as she slipped to the floor and was escorted by Buzz to the Lockdown once again
( ... )
Chapter Seven {2/2}
anonymous
May 12 2011, 11:35:43 UTC
It felt like nothing, like a foolish cry, but Woody stopped and looked around the small gathering that they had, the figures hiding half in shadow. Even without looking up, there were enough for him to soften.
“How many of you are there?” he said abruptly.
Barbie swallowed back tears. “About twenty-five. We don’t keep count the way they do outside.”
“Outside?”
“Hundreds.”
The biggest toy box he had ever seen. In stores the toys sat quite and motionless on the shelves, waiting for the touch of a human, waiting for an owner to take them home and play with them. Waiting for life. And here sat hundreds of once-loved, twice-loved, never-loved toys, ownerless. Lost toys. From a pointing accusation, Woody’s hand curled into a fist, and his brow furrowed slightly
( ... )
Re: Chapter Seven {2/2}
anonymous
May 12 2011, 12:43:13 UTC
Not the OP, but wow, this is chapter is great. And seriously, that last line, honestly, I can see it in my head. Badass, important sounding music should be playing and he should be looking straight at the camera. This is great and I look forward to seeing it resolved.
Re: Chapter Seven {2/2}
anonymous
May 12 2011, 21:09:13 UTC
OP
Sounds like we're getting closer to the "confrontation," as I always call them. Woody is just so in character here, I love it. Can't wait to see what's coming up next!
Chapter EightOnce he would have lit up the tunnel; now it remained dark to him. Buzz paced the length of the outdoor exercise tunnel used by the children during their recess, his footsteps dull thuds upon the plastic. He was supposed to be patrolling outside, but it had started to rain, a light drizzle, and his joints stiffened sometimes if he got wet, besides the risk to his wiring. His glow-in-the-dark plastic had been fading slowly over the years in Andy’s toy box, but with the amount of time he spent in the light at Sunnyside, it was now all but made dark. Occasionally, just occasionally, it would be possible to pick out the outlines of his chestplate, his belt, his gauntlets. But they were just other bits of plastic
( ... )
Chapter Eight {2/3}
anonymous
May 12 2011, 20:29:16 UTC
Buzz coughed awkwardly, and the moment passed. Woody stepped away again, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides, and regarded his old friend more closely. Andy had kept them both all but pristine, Buzz in particular wonderfully preserved; Bonnie had done much the same for Woody still. But Buzz’s edges had been blurred with time, rounded and worn, and he bore the scratch down his face that Woody had seen when they first met again. His other eye seemed to have become sharper as if to make up for it, maintaining the intensity of the gaze
( ... )
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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Sorry I haven't commented earlier. Been stupidly busy. I can only imagine what Jessie's doing with Barbie. Something doesn't sound right....Continue soon please!! :D
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“Please, Buzz,” she whispered. “Help me.”
He looked at her, something dead behind his eyes. They read: you know that I can’t. And he was right. Barbie closed her eyes in defeat and turned her head downwards, blocking out the muffled sounds of Buzz’s footsteps leaving.
She’d done it all right. She’d been in the Caterpillar Room when she was needed, and she’d kept all of them calm in the lockdown, and she’d done what she was told. She had helped Jessie at the beginning by telling them about the new toys that Lotso had recruited ( ... )
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Sounds a little...suspicious to me. I wouldn't trust her. But I love the idea of using the clothing as bait. I can only imagine what you have in mind. Continue soon! :)
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And hey, you said that you wanted corruption. I figured that fear in particular, and to a lesser extent wanting to get out of the Butterfly Room, would play into this a lot.
I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying this~
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Chapter SevenThe evening did not come abruptly to the Daycare. First the children would leave in swirls of chatter and loud voices; the childminders were to follow after, and even then the cleaners would be later still before it finally fell silent. The toys came cautiously from their shelves and boxes, and Barbie sat with her head bowed on the rear of the dump truck as she was returned to the Caterpillar Room. As the door was opened, she slipped the white gloves from her hands and tucked them into her skirt, smoothing down the fabric over them. There was a rustling of attention, whispers in the darkness, as she slipped to the floor and was escorted by Buzz to the Lockdown once again ( ... )
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“How many of you are there?” he said abruptly.
Barbie swallowed back tears. “About twenty-five. We don’t keep count the way they do outside.”
“Outside?”
“Hundreds.”
The biggest toy box he had ever seen. In stores the toys sat quite and motionless on the shelves, waiting for the touch of a human, waiting for an owner to take them home and play with them. Waiting for life. And here sat hundreds of once-loved, twice-loved, never-loved toys, ownerless. Lost toys. From a pointing accusation, Woody’s hand curled into a fist, and his brow furrowed slightly ( ... )
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(Also, I totally get you on the imagery. I'm a bit of a visual writer myself, if that makes sense.)
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Sounds like we're getting closer to the "confrontation," as I always call them. Woody is just so in character here, I love it. Can't wait to see what's coming up next!
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Chapter EightOnce he would have lit up the tunnel; now it remained dark to him. Buzz paced the length of the outdoor exercise tunnel used by the children during their recess, his footsteps dull thuds upon the plastic. He was supposed to be patrolling outside, but it had started to rain, a light drizzle, and his joints stiffened sometimes if he got wet, besides the risk to his wiring. His glow-in-the-dark plastic had been fading slowly over the years in Andy’s toy box, but with the amount of time he spent in the light at Sunnyside, it was now all but made dark. Occasionally, just occasionally, it would be possible to pick out the outlines of his chestplate, his belt, his gauntlets. But they were just other bits of plastic ( ... )
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