50scenes 1. Sleep
Title: Sleepless
Author: ”genaleah”
Fandom: Toy Story 3
Characters: Chuckles, Dolly, other Bonnie Toys
Prompt: 1. Sleep
Word Count: 1019
Rating: K
Summary: The first night under new ownership, and Chuckles has a lot on his mind.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Toy Story or any of it’s characters, Disney and Pixar do. This is just for fun.
Blue moonlight blanketed the bedroom in a soft glow. Toys and scattered crayons littered the floor of the young girl’s room as she lay tucked in bed,fast asleep. There was a heavy silence hanging in the room, aside from the occasional faint rustling and turning around the foot of the bed. But the movement was not coming from the child, it came from the array of stuffed animals laying in a pile where she had left them. They were attempting to fall asleep, but something had caught the attention of two of them. Their glossy plastic eyes were locked on a lone silhouette standing in the windowsill.
“What’s he staring at?” the stuffed unicorn commented quietly, unable to hold back the silence any longer.
A plush hedgehog whispered back under his breath, “I don’t know... it’s very peculiar.”
The unicorn shifted uneasily once again, frowning at the small figure on the other side of the room. “Man, this new guy’s giving me the creeps. Why’d Bonnie take him home? He looks too old and broken to be played with..”
“Shh!!” the hedgehog hissed back harshly. “He might have heard you!”
A stern but quiet female voice spoke up behind them, “If he didn’t, everyone else already did.”
A petite ragdoll in a bright blue dress stepped up behind the two- her nubby hands placed on her hypothetical hips as she raised an eyebrow at them. She whispered in a hushed tone, sounding more confused than annoyed at what they were doing awake past bedtime.
“Buttercup, Pricklepants, why are you two talking so loudly? You’re going to wake everyone up!”
The stuffed hedgehog in lederhosen turned to her, flustered. “Oh, my apologies, Dolly! We couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah!” The unicorn spoke up loudly, then quickly dropped to a whisper again. “Er.. yeah, it’s the new guy! He’s been standing over there in the window all night, it’s freakin’ me out!”
Pricklepants nodded, “I agree, it’s very unsettling. For a clown, he’s terribly gloomy, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, I know!” Butercup added, “The first things he did when Bonnie left the room was frown!”
“Alright, calm down, you two.” Dolly shushed, frowning a bit. “We’ve got to give the new guy some slack.. Let me go talk to him. You two go to sleep.”
Pricklepants and Buttercup exchanged uneasy glances, but grumblingly agreed. As they laid down among the rest of the toys and drifted off, Dolly turned her attention to the clown in the window.
It took roughly five minutes to climb her way up to the windowsill. The light from outside was bright enough that she could see perfectly clearly up there, while the room behind her was pitch-black dark in comparison. Dolly stepped up to his side silently, afraid to break his stern concentration on the world beyond the glass. His brows were furrowed and his frown was deep, unrelenting in it’s intensity. She followed the path of his eyes outside, above the quiet neighborhood and treetops, all the way up to the full moon. She studied it’s shine, it’s shape, the speckle of it’s craters on it’s far distant surface, searching for the deeper meaning he must be seeing. They stared off into the night in silence for a long time before he finally spoke up. His voice was raspy and old, entirely deceiving of his cute design and stature.
“It’s beautiful out tonight.”
Dolly nodded and smiled sincerely. “Yeah..” She held out a stumpy hand to him as she spoke, “I don’t think we got to properly meet yet. I’m Dolly.”
The clown kept his hands held sternly behind his back, but at least offered his name back. “Chuckles.”
Dolly retreated from the rejected handshake but continued to warm up to his cold shoulder as best as she could. “I hope the other guys weren’t bothering you earlier.. They’re just nervous, I think, with a new toy showing up and all. And Bonnie talks about day care so often, I think they’ve been a little jealous. But just give them some time, I’m sure they’ll calm down.”
Chuckles gave a faint nod, his gaze drifting from the sky back down to earth. “I understand. Abandonment’s somethin’ I’ve dealt with before. Maybe they’ve got a right to be nervous. There’s plenty of things that can go wrong for a toy.”
Dolly frowned at his dismal perspective, suddenly getting the intense urge to pat him on the shoulder. “Hey, you don’t need to worry about any of that stuff here! Bonnie’s really sweet, she takes care of us.”
Chuckles hand drifted down to the fresh stitching at his side- the only thing separating him from a trip down the dumpster shoot. He already had the utmost respect for Bonnie, if not for her, his fate would’ve been the same as all the other unfortunate playthings he’d seen pass through the daycare.
But everything about the young girl struck too close to home for him.
“Are you okay?”
“...Yeah. Just thinking.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Chuckles’s gaze when back up to the moon, and his hand let go of the stitching he had accidentally gripped tight. “No. Not yet, anyway.”
Dolly sighed, resigning to the fact that this was the best she was going to get out of him tonight.
“Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow at playtime, Chuckles.”
“Be seein’ you.”
Dolly slowly made her way back down and toward the bed, leaving Chuckles to his solitude again.
He reached into the large front pocket of his purple-striped overalls and pulled out a plastic heart-shaped pendant.
My heart belongs to Daisy.
Chuckles stared up at the night sky as his mind tried desperately to organize the chaos of the past few years. Someday he’d be able to share what he’d experienced with the other toys. But he wasn’t ready just yet.
His mind drifted back to a little girl who lost what she loved in her sleep, the baby doll who had nearly been broken, and the teddy bear he once called his best friend.
He wondered if any of them were thinking of him too.
Author: ”genaleah”
Fandom: Toy Story 3
Characters: Chuckles, Dolly, other Bonnie Toys
Prompt: 1. Sleep
Word Count: 1019
Rating: K
Summary: The first night under new ownership, and Chuckles has a lot on his mind.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Toy Story or any of it’s characters, Disney and Pixar do. This is just for fun.
Blue moonlight blanketed the bedroom in a soft glow. Toys and scattered crayons littered the floor of the young girl’s room as she lay tucked in bed,fast asleep. There was a heavy silence hanging in the room, aside from the occasional faint rustling and turning around the foot of the bed. But the movement was not coming from the child, it came from the array of stuffed animals laying in a pile where she had left them. They were attempting to fall asleep, but something had caught the attention of two of them. Their glossy plastic eyes were locked on a lone silhouette standing in the windowsill.
“What’s he staring at?” the stuffed unicorn commented quietly, unable to hold back the silence any longer.
A plush hedgehog whispered back under his breath, “I don’t know... it’s very peculiar.”
The unicorn shifted uneasily once again, frowning at the small figure on the other side of the room. “Man, this new guy’s giving me the creeps. Why’d Bonnie take him home? He looks too old and broken to be played with..”
“Shh!!” the hedgehog hissed back harshly. “He might have heard you!”
A stern but quiet female voice spoke up behind them, “If he didn’t, everyone else already did.”
A petite ragdoll in a bright blue dress stepped up behind the two- her nubby hands placed on her hypothetical hips as she raised an eyebrow at them. She whispered in a hushed tone, sounding more confused than annoyed at what they were doing awake past bedtime.
“Buttercup, Pricklepants, why are you two talking so loudly? You’re going to wake everyone up!”
The stuffed hedgehog in lederhosen turned to her, flustered. “Oh, my apologies, Dolly! We couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah!” The unicorn spoke up loudly, then quickly dropped to a whisper again. “Er.. yeah, it’s the new guy! He’s been standing over there in the window all night, it’s freakin’ me out!”
Pricklepants nodded, “I agree, it’s very unsettling. For a clown, he’s terribly gloomy, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, I know!” Butercup added, “The first things he did when Bonnie left the room was frown!”
“Alright, calm down, you two.” Dolly shushed, frowning a bit. “We’ve got to give the new guy some slack.. Let me go talk to him. You two go to sleep.”
Pricklepants and Buttercup exchanged uneasy glances, but grumblingly agreed. As they laid down among the rest of the toys and drifted off, Dolly turned her attention to the clown in the window.
It took roughly five minutes to climb her way up to the windowsill. The light from outside was bright enough that she could see perfectly clearly up there, while the room behind her was pitch-black dark in comparison. Dolly stepped up to his side silently, afraid to break his stern concentration on the world beyond the glass. His brows were furrowed and his frown was deep, unrelenting in it’s intensity. She followed the path of his eyes outside, above the quiet neighborhood and treetops, all the way up to the full moon. She studied it’s shine, it’s shape, the speckle of it’s craters on it’s far distant surface, searching for the deeper meaning he must be seeing. They stared off into the night in silence for a long time before he finally spoke up. His voice was raspy and old, entirely deceiving of his cute design and stature.
“It’s beautiful out tonight.”
Dolly nodded and smiled sincerely. “Yeah..” She held out a stumpy hand to him as she spoke, “I don’t think we got to properly meet yet. I’m Dolly.”
The clown kept his hands held sternly behind his back, but at least offered his name back. “Chuckles.”
Dolly retreated from the rejected handshake but continued to warm up to his cold shoulder as best as she could. “I hope the other guys weren’t bothering you earlier.. They’re just nervous, I think, with a new toy showing up and all. And Bonnie talks about day care so often, I think they’ve been a little jealous. But just give them some time, I’m sure they’ll calm down.”
Chuckles gave a faint nod, his gaze drifting from the sky back down to earth. “I understand. Abandonment’s somethin’ I’ve dealt with before. Maybe they’ve got a right to be nervous. There’s plenty of things that can go wrong for a toy.”
Dolly frowned at his dismal perspective, suddenly getting the intense urge to pat him on the shoulder. “Hey, you don’t need to worry about any of that stuff here! Bonnie’s really sweet, she takes care of us.”
Chuckles hand drifted down to the fresh stitching at his side- the only thing separating him from a trip down the dumpster shoot. He already had the utmost respect for Bonnie, if not for her, his fate would’ve been the same as all the other unfortunate playthings he’d seen pass through the daycare.
But everything about the young girl struck too close to home for him.
“Are you okay?”
“...Yeah. Just thinking.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Chuckles’s gaze when back up to the moon, and his hand let go of the stitching he had accidentally gripped tight. “No. Not yet, anyway.”
Dolly sighed, resigning to the fact that this was the best she was going to get out of him tonight.
“Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow at playtime, Chuckles.”
“Be seein’ you.”
Dolly slowly made her way back down and toward the bed, leaving Chuckles to his solitude again.
He reached into the large front pocket of his purple-striped overalls and pulled out a plastic heart-shaped pendant.
My heart belongs to Daisy.
Chuckles stared up at the night sky as his mind tried desperately to organize the chaos of the past few years. Someday he’d be able to share what he’d experienced with the other toys. But he wasn’t ready just yet.
His mind drifted back to a little girl who lost what she loved in her sleep, the baby doll who had nearly been broken, and the teddy bear he once called his best friend.
He wondered if any of them were thinking of him too.