New Owner? New Possibilities Putting the Toy in Story chapter 1 by TinyLesbo

The only certainty when you were a toy was that your owners would grow up. For some lucky few, those owners would have kids, and you'd be inherited, keeping the memories alive with those you've come to love. 

 

Unfortunately for Woody and the gang though, they weren't that lucky. First it was Andy, and now it was Bonnie, who in her teen years, didn't have the same interest in her old toys as she did when she was a kid. 

 

So it was only natural that her mom would scoop them up into a box - minus the Totoro, apparently he was special - and pawn them off on another needy kid at Sunnyside. The downside of that... meant waiting for it to happen.

 

"Ugh," Jessie groaned. "Is a forever home too much to ask, Woody?"

 

"It all comes with the territory of being a toy, Jessie," Woody shrugged next to her. Kids grow older, but us? Barring some horrible accident... we're forever. That's why we go wherever a kid needs us, whether it's Andy, or Bonnie, or Emily..."

 

"Don't mention Emily to me..." Jessie sighed. "I still ain't over her, Woody."

 

"You never do get over them, cowgirl." Woody put an arm around her. "You just add another spur to your boot. See?"

 

He lifted up his boot, where Andy's name was still scrawled. "The best part of being a toy is the memories you make, ain't that right Buzz?"

 

"Absolutely, Woody." Buzz affirmed from the other corner of the box, keeping a strict vigil on a tear in the roof. "It's seeing the pleasure on a kid's face when they play with you that makes it all worthw-whoa!"

 

Suddenly, gravity beneath them shifted, as a cacophony of tuneless humming, accompanied by timely footfalls and staccato sandal slaps, signalled the start of something new.

 

"We're moving everyone!" Woody hissed. "Stability position #3, hyah!"

 

At his instruction, everyone linked hands, or otherwise held onto one another. Stability in numbers meant no falling over, which meant no falling out of the box and potentially being left behind. As long as no one looked into the box while they were doing it, everything was fine.

 

No matter what happened, they were together in this.

 

Thankfully, their carrying trip was short-lived, as there was the metallic thunk of a car door opening, followed by the cushioned thud underfoot as they were squashed into a seat. The seatbelt veered open and clunked into place, followed by two more, and then an engine whinnied into life. 

 

"C'mon, c'monnn...!" An adult sounding voice groaned, but the engine struggled, spluttered, and struggled again. "Aho!" The woman shouted, and with a sharp sounding thud, suddenly the engine was alive. Rattling aggressively, the box vibrated as half a dozen or so toys were on their way to a new life.

 

"Nnnnnngh...!" Hamm mumbled, heavy with the change in his belly. "Now I know how an ATM feels!"

 

"My slinks are gettin' all twisted!" Slinky groaned.

 

"Now now guys, I'm sure it's just for a little while." Woody tried to calm the masses. "This was at Sunnyside, right? They can't live too far away."

 

That was when one of the box's flaps were peeled open. Blurry daylight spilled in, and a youthful yet slender hand reached in curiously.

 

"Toys...?" A girl's voice beckoned, and the gang froze in anticipation. It was the rule, after all.

 

Badly painted fingernails tickled the brim of Woody's hat as this girl reached in, right up to the elbow, only for the woman to chide;

 

"Not yet, Aiko. Wait until we get home, onegai."

 

"Aww..." The reaching hand drooped with disappointment, and the toys released a collective, taciturn sigh. It looked like playtime was going to have to wa-

 

Woody's gasp was muffled as the hand wrapped around his face. Hanging desperately limp, he was lifted from the confines of the box and finally made eye contact with his prospective new owner.

 

She was... a little older than expected. The chubbiness of infancy had melted away, replaced by a gentle, rounded face and prominent cheekbones. With two dark pigtails and exuberantly mischievous brown eyes, this new girl squashed her pursed lips into Woody's face.

 

"See you later cowboy." She giggled, and lowered him back into the box. 

 

"Aiko...!" Her mother complained from the front of the car, and Woody settled back into reality with the rest of the gang, his vinyl face shining with beads of saliva.

 

"Woody you old dog," Potato Head was the first to punch him in the arm, much to Slinky's 'heyyy!'

 

"What was it like, Woody? Was she nice?" Jessie bit her fingers next to him.

 

"Little too nice if you ask me," Hamm added.

 

"I'll say," Bo didn't sound impressed. "She sure left her mark on you."

 

Lifting the petticoats of her dress, she rubbed a smear of red away from Woody's face. "Looks like that'll stain, ya little double-crosser." She narrowed her eyes.

 

"N-now Bo," Woody was blushing, through no choice of his own. "You know the rules. What the kid says goes. I-I can't help it if she's kissin' me while you're away."

 

"A likely story, Sherriff." Bo smirked. "You'll have to make it up to me later."

 

"Ohhh...!" A chorus echoed through the box.

 

"Looks like someone's in the dollhouse." Potato Head stroked his moustache, only for his wife to give him a sour look. 

 

In any case, it looked like things were about to start again for Andy's toys. for every new owner, there was a new lease on life, and a new chance of this home becoming their last. Woody, smeared in cheap lipstick but standing tall, remained optimistic at least.