Toy Story 3, post movie
anonymous
July 26 2011, 05:31:02 UTC
Lotso/Daisy
At Sunnyside, Lotso had always been too busy keeping his pyramid in order to think too much, even dreams had been extremely rare for him. But now that he's strapped to the front of a garbage truck, he has all the time in the world it seems.
His imprisonment forces him to step back and look at himself as he hasn't in years. To rest and to dream of a particular someone he thought he'd shoved to the back of his mind forever.
I'm welcome to whichever direction you'd like to take this prompt, anon~ Though, introspective-ness from Lotso is the heart of what I'm looking for I suppose. Thanks for your interest in my prompt! :D
I thought as such. This being a kink meme, though, I didn't like to assume. :P It's late over here so I won't be posting right away. Please bear with me though!
The Reluctant Truth (pt1)
anonymous
July 31 2011, 22:07:05 UTC
Time is a funny thing.
I used to count it, you see, always acutely aware of its significance. The time I spent in production and packaging, those months in the toy store. The amount of time I spent with Daisy. How long it took us to make the journey back when she... when she-
How long I was at Sunnyside for. The length of time it took me to take over. The endless, sequenced cycle of patrol shifts. The average amount of time it took for a toy to break under our... heh... care.There was always time to be marked, days crossed off on the Sunnyside calendar and a new photo of a new group of children placed on the wall every year. It was validation of my achievements, in a way, a reminder that despite... despite all that had happened, I was still here. Still going. Immortal. No matter how much time had passed, I was never going to be forgotten
( ... )
The Reluctant Truth (pt2)
anonymous
July 31 2011, 22:50:47 UTC
It seems... no. I haven't. Not only am I covered in filth all day and every day, my trademark strawberry scent almost lost under layers of grime and filth - a symbolic gesture, perhaps, of how with each day I lose more and more of myself? - but I have to listen to the inane chattering of the others around me who have met the same fate. They bear it so cheerfully that I can't stand it, these maddeningly optimistic folks who tell their terrible jokes and recycle their limited collection of anecdotes, sharing them again and again like... like... like old toys being passed down from generation to generation, eventually worn out and defeated by the changing eras and all manner of other things
( ... )
The Reluctant Truth (pt3)
anonymous
July 31 2011, 23:22:13 UTC
I just ain't doin' it. Fate's been mean enough to me already.
Tryin' not to think about that's making me think about the other bad things. The other dreams...
Yeah, that's right, it's not all sunshine and meadows up in here my head. Sometimes it's... these things bubble to the surface and burst open into streams of bad thoughts that are hard to stop. I wonder what the other toys on the garbage truck think of me. Some of them moan in their sleep too, but we all pretend not to notice each other's misery and they keep pretendin' they're okay and I act like I don't know they're all faking it.
Where was I? That's right, the other dreams. Well, I'm rememberin' now so there's no point stopping them. There's this one in particular that haunts me sometimes and makes me question everything.
It's late at night. Daisy and me are sitting on the bed, under the harsh yellow light that burns under her lampshade, lighting up the whole room and making the sliver of night I can see through the crack in the curtains seem even darker. She's reading to
( ... )
The Reluctant Truth (pt4; end)
anonymous
July 31 2011, 23:57:12 UTC
And even though I've had these thoughts over and over, it's like I'm seeing something in them for the first time.
A toy that can't love...
She didn't mean to leave me.
But she did.
Daisy! You left!
You gone and left us all and what was we supposed to do? The minute I was out of that box, I had the kind of love I was talkin' 'bout before, the kind that every toy lives to receive. You... you repl-
I was better than that other bear.
What makes you any better?
I was there first, that's what. I earned what I had!
And Daisy's other toys before you? What about them?Bah! This is what happens when you talk to yourself for too long. Your own darn mind starts turnin' against you. But, well, now it's got me thinking ain't it
( ... )
Re: The Reluctant Truth (pt4; end)
anonymous
August 11 2011, 19:47:43 UTC
OMG does this really have no comments yet? This made my heart hurt like whoa. I'm such a sucker for Lotso's backstory, the emotions, his connection to Daisy, etc. etc. You really nailed the emotions and fleshed it out and all the introspection here is just awesome.
My favorite line: I was afraid that if I handed over too much power I would lose it all, would be stabbed in the back, replaced with another-
I C WUT U DID THAR.
Anyway, sorry my comments are so weird. ~_~ I'm just glad to see a piece where Lotso reflects on the decisions he's made and reaches a more peaceful state of mind in the end. If I couldn't have it in canon, it's awesome to have it in fic. Great job, anon!
At Sunnyside, Lotso had always been too busy keeping his pyramid in order to think too much, even dreams had been extremely rare for him. But now that he's strapped to the front of a garbage truck, he has all the time in the world it seems.
His imprisonment forces him to step back and look at himself as he hasn't in years. To rest and to dream of a particular someone he thought he'd shoved to the back of his mind forever.
Daisy.
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Thanks for your interest in my prompt! :D
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heh. "Bear."
(*look at Lots- *shot*)
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I used to count it, you see, always acutely aware of its significance. The time I spent in production and packaging, those months in the toy store. The amount of time I spent with Daisy. How long it took us to make the journey back when she... when she-
How long I was at Sunnyside for. The length of time it took me to take over. The endless, sequenced cycle of patrol shifts. The average amount of time it took for a toy to break under our... heh... care.There was always time to be marked, days crossed off on the Sunnyside calendar and a new photo of a new group of children placed on the wall every year. It was validation of my achievements, in a way, a reminder that despite... despite all that had happened, I was still here. Still going. Immortal. No matter how much time had passed, I was never going to be forgotten ( ... )
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Tryin' not to think about that's making me think about the other bad things. The other dreams...
Yeah, that's right, it's not all sunshine and meadows up in here my head. Sometimes it's... these things bubble to the surface and burst open into streams of bad thoughts that are hard to stop. I wonder what the other toys on the garbage truck think of me. Some of them moan in their sleep too, but we all pretend not to notice each other's misery and they keep pretendin' they're okay and I act like I don't know they're all faking it.
Where was I? That's right, the other dreams. Well, I'm rememberin' now so there's no point stopping them. There's this one in particular that haunts me sometimes and makes me question everything.
It's late at night. Daisy and me are sitting on the bed, under the harsh yellow light that burns under her lampshade, lighting up the whole room and making the sliver of night I can see through the crack in the curtains seem even darker. She's reading to ( ... )
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A toy that can't love...
She didn't mean to leave me.
But she did.
Daisy! You left!
You gone and left us all and what was we supposed to do? The minute I was out of that box, I had the kind of love I was talkin' 'bout before, the kind that every toy lives to receive. You... you repl-
I was better than that other bear.
What makes you any better?
I was there first, that's what. I earned what I had!
And Daisy's other toys before you? What about them?Bah! This is what happens when you talk to yourself for too long. Your own darn mind starts turnin' against you. But, well, now it's got me thinking ain't it ( ... )
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My favorite line: I was afraid that if I handed over too much power I would lose it all, would be stabbed in the back, replaced with another-
I C WUT U DID THAR.
Anyway, sorry my comments are so weird. ~_~ I'm just glad to see a piece where Lotso reflects on the decisions he's made and reaches a more peaceful state of mind in the end. If I couldn't have it in canon, it's awesome to have it in fic. Great job, anon!
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Is it okay that I could imagine an actor picking this for a really awesome monologue? Maybe a one-man show, LOTSO: The Beginnings of a Despot.
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