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trans_92010-08-01 11:37 pm
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In the Weapons and Possessions Lockers... [closed]
There was a box. It was rotated around when people's belongings were moved around, and then accidentally toppled from the top of a pile of stuff to another pile of stuff. The latch came undone in the fall.
At first, nothing happened, but then there was a tiny thump, then another tiny thump, as the lid of the box was shoved open. It came snapping down again, but a small wooden hand caught it, cautiously lifted it, and then a small wooden face looked outside the box.
"...What in the name of Howdy Doody is all this?"
One minute he'd been with Bonnie, chosen to play the dashing rescuer of the haunted teahouse with Buzz, and then...this. Whatever this was. Energy tentacles moving things around, deadly weapons all over the place--was that a lunch box with a laser attached?
This place was clearly not childsafe, and clearly not a place for a toy to be.
"Buzz!" he called out, after leaving the safety of the box. "Jessie? Bullseye? Anybody?!"
His voice echoed back to him over the cavernous space. He saw no other boxes that were similar to his and there was no way he could search this entire space.
"Think, Woody, think," he muttered to himself pacing back and forth on a soft and creepy floor. "You have no idea where you are, Bonnie's nowhere in sight, you're alone, you're lost--"
Now he started to hyperventilate.
"You're lost, you're a lost toy--no no no no no, no bad thoughts. No panicking! No. Panicking."
He flicked a hand at the unusual room.
"This is not being lost in the parking lot of the supermarket. This is something...bigger than that. And definitely stranger. There's something going on here." He pounded a small fist into his other hand with a click. "--And you need to pull up your boots, keep your hat on, and get down to the bottom of this--hey, where is my hat?"
A quick search of the box proved fruitful, and he started sneaking his way out of this strange room. Near the entrance, he went limp as some people--who looked equally confused--grabbed their things and went on their way. He watched as they walked out onto a clear floor, stood on what seemed like the empty air, and a platform lifted them up.
After they'd been raised to someplace in the ceiling, Woody followed too, and before long, found himself in some...hallway, near a door that led into a room where people were gathering, talking. There was shouting going on in some places, people calling out names.
His answers might lie in this room, but he needed a way of getting into it without being seen--and that's when he heard the barking.
"Uh oh."
He dropped to the floor, lifeless.
At first, nothing happened, but then there was a tiny thump, then another tiny thump, as the lid of the box was shoved open. It came snapping down again, but a small wooden hand caught it, cautiously lifted it, and then a small wooden face looked outside the box.
"...What in the name of Howdy Doody is all this?"
One minute he'd been with Bonnie, chosen to play the dashing rescuer of the haunted teahouse with Buzz, and then...this. Whatever this was. Energy tentacles moving things around, deadly weapons all over the place--was that a lunch box with a laser attached?
This place was clearly not childsafe, and clearly not a place for a toy to be.
"Buzz!" he called out, after leaving the safety of the box. "Jessie? Bullseye? Anybody?!"
His voice echoed back to him over the cavernous space. He saw no other boxes that were similar to his and there was no way he could search this entire space.
"Think, Woody, think," he muttered to himself pacing back and forth on a soft and creepy floor. "You have no idea where you are, Bonnie's nowhere in sight, you're alone, you're lost--"
Now he started to hyperventilate.
"You're lost, you're a lost toy--no no no no no, no bad thoughts. No panicking! No. Panicking."
He flicked a hand at the unusual room.
"This is not being lost in the parking lot of the supermarket. This is something...bigger than that. And definitely stranger. There's something going on here." He pounded a small fist into his other hand with a click. "--And you need to pull up your boots, keep your hat on, and get down to the bottom of this--hey, where is my hat?"
A quick search of the box proved fruitful, and he started sneaking his way out of this strange room. Near the entrance, he went limp as some people--who looked equally confused--grabbed their things and went on their way. He watched as they walked out onto a clear floor, stood on what seemed like the empty air, and a platform lifted them up.
After they'd been raised to someplace in the ceiling, Woody followed too, and before long, found himself in some...hallway, near a door that led into a room where people were gathering, talking. There was shouting going on in some places, people calling out names.
His answers might lie in this room, but he needed a way of getting into it without being seen--and that's when he heard the barking.
"Uh oh."
He dropped to the floor, lifeless.