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Woody stood on Andy’s desk; the kid had left to put his shoes on in preparation for Pizza Planet, Woody stared at the astronaut hunched over, grabbing a random paper clip from Andy’s desk.
Woody’s entire world had been flipped upside down within the 48 hours Andy had gotten Buzz, Woody was no longer the centre of Andy’s world, his focus.
Andy was interested in exploring far away galaxies, instead of shooting down bandits in the Wild West. He ran around with a cardboard helmet on his head, instead of the velvet red hat that once graced his head.
He had been Andy’s toys for his whole life, he had watched Andy grow up, and HE WAS THE LEADER!
WHY WOULDN’T THEY RESPECT HIM?! OR HIS TITLE?! THOSE UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHITS, WHY DIDN’T THEY KISS THE BOOT THAT BEARED THE NAME OF THEIR OWNER?!
WHY DIDN’T THEY KNEEL BEFORE HIM, SHINE HIS BOOTS, LICK THE WOODEN FLOOR HE STOOD ON, DUST OFF THE BED THAT HE CALLED HIS THRONE.
Woody stared at the astronaut stupidly standing up, holding a paperclip in his left hand.
“Sheriff, this will do for my ship's repairs! … it is a screwdriver, right?”
Woody’s eyes drifted towards Buzz, he coughed slightly.
“No, Buzz. That is…”
Woody’s cloth arms fell to his knees slightly.
“Say, Buzz? Why do not you follow me really quick?”
“What for sherif.”
“Just a little look around, I haven’t given you a proper Andy’s room tour, have I?”
Buzz looked hesitant to follow Woody, the cowboy had a look, a rather strange look. His eyes resembled snake eyes, not that there were slits in his pupils, but there was something about him that was off.
“Erm, okay?” Buzz spoke with slight discomfort and confusion.
Buzz followed Woody off Andy’s desk, and then across the hardwood floor. Mr. Potato head, Hamm and Slinky were playing cards nearby.
Slink and Hamm didn’t pay any attention, but Mr. Potato head sneakily stared at the departing cowboy and spaceman.
It was clear he was eyeing Woody with slight suspicion, and the fact that Buzz looked uncomfortable didn’t help with the growing concern within the plastic spud.
Woody carried on, guiding Buzz out of Andy’s room, and towards a strange, slightly filthy door at the end of the hall.
The paint was chipped and scuffed in some areas, and the doorknob was foggy and slightly loose, it was clear that the door was aged.
“Woody, this isn’t Andy’s room.”
“Oh, Andy has a playroom in there, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the tour.”
Woody leaped up and opened the door, revealing a black abyss, and a dust covered staircase. Clearly the room had not been used in a LOOONNGGG time, Buzz was more uncomfortable, his mind yelled to get out of there. But he wanted to befriend the sheriff, he wanted to be nice.
So, he followed Woody down the stairs and down into the darkest area of the room. The only light he had was his glow in the dark paint.
“Woody, I don’t see anything?!”
“Just keep looking!”
Buzz had lost Woody, the cowboy had either left or was somewhere. Maybe he was just as lost? Buzz continued walking in the room when his hands brushed against something plastic in the wall.
Buzz’s hands had flicked a switch, and a lamp laminated the room. Cardboard Boxes lined the walls and some of the floor.
Buzz flipped his communicator opened and tried to speak.
When something struck him, his dome broke and retracted, Buzz collapsed forward onto his knees. It struck into his back, denting his jetpack, it was a hammer; and its claw jammed into the back of his head.
“WOODY! SHERIFF!” Buzz cried out frantically, when his scalp was separated from his head, leaving a hollow hole in his head.
Buzz fell forward, and he turned to face his attacker.
“YOU-“
Buzz’s body had been shattered, wires and his buttons dangled from his now hollow chest cavity. Buzz took his last breath and stopped moving, his limbs going limp, and his face returning to its default expression.