Our Friendship Will Never Die [closed]
Woody had known that he was here for a reason, and he knew that reason wasn't the same as everyone else. The ship didn't even recognize him as a crew member. No, the ship registered that he belonged to someone, and he knew that someone had to be one of two people.
One of those two people was here now.
Woody peeked around the corner of a meatchair in the Obs Deck, to take a look at him, trying to figure out what to do. Yes, he'd gotten caught, and decided to give up on the biggest of the rules toys even had, in light of their situation, but...
This was different. This was Andy.
As much as Woody dearly cared about Bonnie, as much as he understood he'd been given away, Andy would always be... he would always just be...
You never forgot the first kid that loved you so much that you felt...real.
The little cowboy was afraid that Andy knowing his toys were alive would taint those happy memories, that Andy might be freaked out by him. There just...was a lot to be afraid of.
But maybe this was finally his chance to talk to him, to tell him all the things he'd wanted to say.
"You can do this. You can do this. All you have to do is walk out, and say hi. That's it. You just have to walk out and hope that he...doesn't run away screaming." Woody took his hat off and flapped it around in frustration. "This is gonna be a nightmare."
But even if it was, it was Andy. Woody took a moment to lift his boot, and stare at the scribbled letters there. He couldn't not try to do this.
Sighing, Woody put his foot down and put his hat back on his head, adjusted it, took a moment to steel himself, and walked out into Andy's line of sight. The moment it looked like Andy was looking his way, instinct kicked in and mixed with overwhelming nervousness and he flopped to the ground, lifeless.
Well that had gone exactly not as planned.
One of those two people was here now.
Woody peeked around the corner of a meatchair in the Obs Deck, to take a look at him, trying to figure out what to do. Yes, he'd gotten caught, and decided to give up on the biggest of the rules toys even had, in light of their situation, but...
This was different. This was Andy.
As much as Woody dearly cared about Bonnie, as much as he understood he'd been given away, Andy would always be... he would always just be...
You never forgot the first kid that loved you so much that you felt...real.
The little cowboy was afraid that Andy knowing his toys were alive would taint those happy memories, that Andy might be freaked out by him. There just...was a lot to be afraid of.
But maybe this was finally his chance to talk to him, to tell him all the things he'd wanted to say.
"You can do this. You can do this. All you have to do is walk out, and say hi. That's it. You just have to walk out and hope that he...doesn't run away screaming." Woody took his hat off and flapped it around in frustration. "This is gonna be a nightmare."
But even if it was, it was Andy. Woody took a moment to lift his boot, and stare at the scribbled letters there. He couldn't not try to do this.
Sighing, Woody put his foot down and put his hat back on his head, adjusted it, took a moment to steel himself, and walked out into Andy's line of sight. The moment it looked like Andy was looking his way, instinct kicked in and mixed with overwhelming nervousness and he flopped to the ground, lifeless.
Well that had gone exactly not as planned.