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[affably_andy]

[This is not his dorm; the couch he's lying on is too comfortable.]

[Yeah, he's too tired to care. At least he'd gotten his ridiculous amount of homework over with last night...or was it this morning?]

[He doesn't have any classes today anyway. He curls up under his hoodie (when did he take it off?) and tries to go back to sleep.]

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[collegecowboy]

[It was unclear how he had got there. Last Woody could remember was Bonnie placing him in her backpack. They had been on their way to the park and by the harmonious chipping of the birds he had heard, he had gathered they had made it there. It seemed he had been mistaken.

A cabin was the last place the cowboy had thought to find himself. At no point had he heard them enter or even walk into it. It seemed so unlike him to pay such little mind to that around him. Maybe he had finally begun to feel comfortable with Bonnie, trust her the way he had...]

"Andy!"

[Woody clasped his hands over his mouth, having recognizing his mistake immediately after laying eyes on the kid. His kid. Somehow, someway, he'd found Andy of all people, simply resting on one of the cabins couches. He scrambled back and hid behind a table leg, hoping that he had not woken the boy.]

:DDD

[affably_andy]

[ARGH WHAT.]

[Andy sits up suddenly, the hoodie sliding to the floor.] Who-?

[...this really isn't anywhere he's been before, is it?]

[He brings his legs to the floor, but he doesn't trust his balance enough to try to stand. How long had he been sleeping?]

[He peers around, looking for anyone who might own this place. Only his size, though, so Andy probably won't be paying attention to any table legs.]

...Hello?

[collegecowboy]

[Woody did all that he can to remain perfectly still. The faintest patter or slightest creak could have surely gave him away. Still, part of him wished that Andy would find him. And while he stood there, hidden behind the table leg, he wondered more whether he could find the words to speak to his owner than he did the consequence.]

...

[The same silence that had greeted Andy so many years before would do so again.]

[affably_andy]

[Perhaps it would, perhaps it wouldn't. Andy's a bit preoccupied right now.]

[He realizes distantly that he isn't wearing his shoes, but he doesn't give it much attention yet. A few ideas of what might've happened run through his mind: He's been 'kidnapped' and dragged off somewhere by his roommate. He's at a local house after a party that he's probably blocking from his memory. He sleepwalked somewhere. He's at a part of campus he hasn't looked at bef--]

[--it was winter last he checked. The window outside is showing lots of green.]

[To nobody in particular] ...what happened.

[He stands and starts to make his way around the room, hoping to find something that could help him figure it out. Possibly moving towards a certain table...]

[collegecowboy]

Somebody's poisoned the waterhole!

[Woody immediately regret having moved and cursed his nerves for getting the best of him. Had he simply laid limp in place, his pull string would never have gotten caught on a loose nail and sound. There was no other choice for him then other than to hide. And that he did. Under a couch he rolled, safely out of sight of the boy.

His string, however, remained caught on the nail.]

tl;dr because descriptions and i feel bad for making pathetic replies to your amazing

[affably_andy]

[Andy'd recognize that voice anywhere, even though it's been months since he heard it. For the last time, he'd thought.]

[It takes him a minute to actually start investigating. Every step he takes makes a sound, a whisper of cloth-meeting-cloth of socked feet over rugs, or the creak of a particularly pliant piece of wooden flooring. The latter reminds him of the cheap horror movies he snuck in junior high. They'd lost their unnerving effects by grade nine.]

[But now...it's so empty]

Hello? [He edges around the table quite slowly--but there's nothing there.]

...Well. [He lets out a gusty sigh.] It looks like you've gone completely insane, Andy. Way to go.

[Then he sees the plastic ring.]

[He crouches down (flinching at the creaking boards yet again) and tries to follow the string.]

No idea what you're talking about. If I'm awesome, it's totally because of you.

[collegecowboy]

[He should have stopped and played toy. He really should have. But Woody pressed on, having decided that he was simply too deep in to give up. There had to be a way out. There simply had to.

Concealed by the darkness, Andy would only find the sound of shuffling feet under the couch. The string he had chosen to follow all the while twisting and turning in protest.]

makes no sense, you were awesome long before i came along

[affably_andy]

[Andy ends up lying flat on the floor. If Woody can feel when something touches his string--]

[Andy's fingers are guided, barely ghosting over it as he reaches deeper under the furniture. But it's tough. All those twists and turns make it hard to follow. Let's hope it doesn't knot...]

[Long, long pause.]

...What are you doing?

[He didn't mean to say that out loud, but he isn't going to add anything to it, either.]

I never played Woody before you came along <3

[collegecowboy]

Uh... [Andy's question took him off guard. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know what he was doing. He had no plan, little action in mind, and a minimal chance of getting out his current predicament.

Woody pulls on his string, hoping whatever it was he had caught it on would come loose.]

O_O glad I inspired such an excellent muse and hope I'm not godmodding here?

[affably_andy]

[He heard that little sound of confusion.]

[He chooses to ignore the fact that none of this makes any sense. Well, not quite 'ignore' but rather 'get over'. He'll figure things out eventually.]

--Hey! [It does, but Andy manages to catch his little finger through the plastic loop at the last second. Not pulling, but not letting go, either.]