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Resistance is Futile“Hi, toys!” Bonnie blew into her room with the usual gale force exuberance. “Guess what! Mom says we’re going to Grandma’s AND we get to stay the night!! She said I can only bring one toy, so who wants to go?” Her bright eyes scanned the room until she singled out one from many. “Dolly! You haven’t been there for a while and Grandma might have new buttons! Maybe we can add to your dress! Sorry, toys,” she was genuinely apologetic, wishing she could take all of them.Resistance is Futile by ~PoetLaurie
Jessie had breathed a secret sigh of relief when Bonnie had passed her over. She and Buzz rarely had moments to the
Separation AnxietyJessie leaned forward, gasping as the pain slowly subsided. “I’ll ask you again, Captain,” came a voice from her left; a voice that belonged to a creature who was more twisted metal than anything. “What is the Trinitium Project?”Separation Anxiety by ~PoetLaurie
“I don’t know,” came Buzz’s terse reply. He was chained to a wall across the room from Jessie, while she stood on a metal plate in the center, her arms held above her head by a strange metal chain. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the pain to start like it had when Buzz had refused to answer. But this time, nothing. Instead their captor sighed.
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Mission: Date NightThe ending credits to the movie began scrolling across the television screen, prompting Woody and the other toys to jump down from the sofa. The toys had the run of the house while Bonnie and her parents were away for a long weekend. It was very late and the only light in the house came from the screen. “Come on, everyone, let’s get some shut-eye,” Woody suggested. He turned and found Buzz had hopped down only to put another movie into the DVD player. The cowboy’s brown eyes flickered up to the couch, where a certain red-headed cowgirl doll was still seated. “Aren’t you two coming?”Mission: Date Night by ~PoetLaurie
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