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Post by Sheriff Woody on Aug 28, 2010 16:05:56 GMT -5
Woody sat up on Bonnie's bed when he heard her feet tapping down the stairs. He gave a small sigh and hopped off the bed, looking over at everyone. They were in the middle of a great story and her mother had to call her, sure Woody didn't mind much it was her mother after all, she would always retun to play with him and the others. He looked over at Slinky as he shook off and Woody walked towards the cracked door. He heard the clanks and clatters of her mother making dinner. Woody slipped through the cracked door and ran over to the stairs. His boots made a light clicking sound as he ran across the wood floor.
The other toys would call him crazy for even thinking about going down there but he wanted to know what her mother was doing. The sounds came every night and Woody still didn't understand what it was. Sure he heard it at Andy's house but Buster would always catch Woody and chase after him when he left the room. Woody began to get nervous as it got louder and he couldn't hear walking anymore. "I should head back..." He said to himself, turning to the room.
He watched as the door lightly swayed, the doow lock caught the edge of the frame and made the door bounce back. Woody thought he was going to have a heart attack. He gave a sigh as he saw the door open again to it's cracked state. Woody tiptoed across the white railing that met with the wood floor. He began to run across it when he slipped on some water, his hat flying off behind him as he slid forward. "Oh no." He said as he staggered to his feet, running after his hat as the plastic and water made it slide across the wood floor.
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Post by Bonnie Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 16:15:44 GMT -5
Bonnie looked down in surprise when she heard the sound of something falling on the floor and turned around to see what it was. Her mother had asked for help with making dinner, but Bonnie would much rather have her tea party with her toys. Seeing that her mother didn't seem particularly interested in keeping her in the kitchen, Bonnie tiptoed to where the sound had come from and slowly opened the kitchen door.
Maybe it's the witch, she thought to herself with a slight smile. She loved pretending that her toys were actually alive. Sometimes she would even wait outside her bedroom door for as long as she could to see if they actually did come to life. So far she had not been able to see if they did.
Peeking around the door frame, Bonnie's already large eyes widened in shock as she looked out to see Woody. She had left him in her room...Wrinkling her nose in thought to try and remember if she had really left the cowboy in the room. Yes...she had. Then why...why was he moving? Rushing out of the kitchen before her mom could call her back, Bonnie stood over the moving toy in wonder.
"Magic," she whispered.
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Post by Sheriff Woody on Aug 28, 2010 21:50:28 GMT -5
Woody watched as his hat kept sliding across the ground. He gave a small sigh and as it hit the wall, coming to a stop he put out his hand, about to grab the hat until he heard Bonnie's voice whisper above him. Woody's hand was about an inch way from the flap of his hat as he looked up at Bonnie, so startled he didn't know what to do. Should he just fall limp or run away? Woody slowly grabbed his hat and placed it on his head, looking up at Bonnie as she stared down him with huge eyes.
"Not magic." Woody's voice silently rang out below her. He hung his head, ashamed that he let out the 'toy's secret.' Woody wanted to turn around and run away, though it was already too late. He shouldn't have said anything maybe he should have fallen limp and make it be like she didn't even see him. Woody turned his body towards her "I'm a bad toy." he said, his voice was sad as he looked down at his boots. Looking back up at Bonnie he took a seat on the floor. "Please, Bonnie, you can't tell anyone." the toy begged as he looked up at her, still ashamed.
[[Sorry it's a bad post, I didn't know what to write xP]]
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Post by Bonnie Anderson on Sept 1, 2010 23:20:29 GMT -5
Bonnie didn't know what to do or say. She had never talked with a toy before. Talking with a toy...It was very strange to think about. Magic was the only explanation that her young mind could reach, and yet Woody had said that it wasn't magic. What else could it be? Staring down at the little toy sheriff for a moment, Bonnie finally knelt down in front of him.
"You talk," she said a little unnecessarily. "How?"
Blinking a little at this, she finally reached out to straighten his hat on his head. He really was moving...how odd. Frowning a little at this, she shook her head. This didn't make sense.
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