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It had been one night since Andy returned home, and already after what they had witnessed the night before. The toys had now despised the man that slept in the bed that belonged to THEIR Andy.
Jessie held Buzz close, taking in what had been done.
She felt like crying, her painted eyes were dilated and tears threatened to fall, she remembered when “Buzz” saw her after what Andy had done to him. Somehow her presence brought out the old Buzz, barely.
Woody couldn’t face Buzz again, he had wished Andy had grabbed him instead, and Mr. Potato head, well…
He had been forever scarred, his personality did a complete 180, he rarely ever spoke. He preferred only being around his wife and three adopted alien children, the only other toy he’d speak to was his close friend Hamm, and Woody.
The two had bonded over the trauma and were closer than ever before, Jessie continued cradling Buzz close, she could smell the weed on him.
She continued to hum a small tune.
“I will protect you from all around you…”
Jessie was choking on her tears, “I will be here don’t you cry….”
She felt Buzz’s arms wrap around her, back then she’d feel a rush of excitement and joy, but now. His touch was revolting.
This wasn’t the Buzz she knew or loved, the real Buzz was long gone and replaced by this silly soul.
Buzz was almost naive now, his attention would fixate on random things. A random bee. Andy’s trash can. Or Woody.
Somehow he still knew Woody was his best friend, and even though Woody was still nice, he’d purposely hide whenever Buzz was about.
Buzz whispered softly, “you’re pretty…” his voice was scratchy and goofy, his eyes crossed in a stupid fashion, he reached over and held her ponytail staring at it in fascination.
“That’s pretty.”
“Thanks…”
“You’re pretty.”
“Thanks…”
“Am I handsome?”
“Yes…”
Buzz blushed slightly, scratching the empty hole where his scalp used to be.
“Thank you!”
Jessie looked into his eyes, she saw no sign of life whatsoever, she swore she could see his brain, shrivelled and small.
She began sobbing rather loudly, the sight of Buzz’s condition was like a knife to her.
Woody had rounded up most of the toys for a “final” staff-meeting. He gathered the toys that were willing to go.
Slinky had to be carried by Mr. Potato head and Rex, his outstretched spring causing the dog a lot of agony.
“So, guys.”
The toy's attention shot towards Woody, Slinky raised his head weakly.
“This week, we’re going to be executing operation playtime again.”
The cowboy clutched his hands together, his face reddened with guilt.
“But… we’ll have to take care of Buzz first…”
Most of the toys instantly knew what Woody was talking about.
“Woody… Y-you wouldn’t!” Mr. Potato head spoke shakily, his body trembled.
“We have to… I, no we, have no choice.”
Some of the toys nodded in agreement, while Slinky laid his head back down, Rex turned towards a box near Andy’s bed, Buzz was laying down in it.
“Please, make it painless..” Rex asked Woody.
“I’ll make sure of it…”
The other toys left Andy’s room, while Woody stepped towards where Buzz was.
Jessie broke down again, she’d never see her buzz again, neither the Buzz they had all gotten used too again.
She knew what Woody was doing had to be done, but it still felt barbaric.
She took a heavy sigh.
And continued walking.