TᕼE ᔕᕼEᖇIᖴᖴ'ᔕ ᗪEᑭᑌTY {Y/n the Everything Doll}

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 91 {ᖴEᖇᖇIᔕ ᗯᕼEEᒪ}🎡

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Woody scamper back into the store towards the rejected doll laying helplessly in a box on old blocks. "Gabby! Hey, Gabby!" We call for her, knowing that this can not end like this.

"You can have your voice box back. I don't need it anymore." A weak voice answers from the doll who's slumped in a ball, hiding her face from view.

"Oh, yes, you do. Harmony wasn't your only chance, Gabby " Woodys tries to share his hope with her. "But we have to hurry. Come on."

"No" Gabby pulls her hand back encased with her sadness and heartbreak." Harmony was my chance. My time's over. Now, please go away." The doll bows her head, cornering herself in the old wooden box.

Woody goes to speak again but I place a girl finger on his lips, sealing them as the sound of children's chuckles and cheers lightly fill the store from across the road. "You hear that Gabby?" I ask the doll softly and lower down to sit on a block beside her. "How special is that?" I watch Gabby's eyes slightly light up at the sound of all the happy squeals outside. We all look out to the window where the beautiful bright lights dances on the many rides.

"You know" Woody rests his hand on my shoulder "A friend once told me, 'There are plenty of kids out there.' And one of them is named Bonnie." I think that Bonnie wild welcome Gabby with both arms. She would adore Gabby and Forky has definitely found a friend in her. "She's waiting for you, right now. She just doesn't know it yet."

"What if you're wrong?" Gabby Gabby still seems to doubt herself, which is understandable.

"Well, if you sit on a shelf the rest of your life, you'll never find out, will you?" I pull the dolls hands into my own gently holding them as she begins to have a little courage.

"He's right." Is that? Turning to look over my shoulder I see that crook holding toy standing right behind us. Why is she back? If I remember correctly, she's the one who stormed off and gave up on us. I don't really think she should be involving herself into our situation.

"I learned that from the best." Bo looks down at us with a proud smirk as Woody and I stare up at her. The porcelain doll hope down into the box and reacher her hand out to the fool that she so desperately try to separate herself from before hand.

"Come on, Gabby. Let's get you to Bonnie."

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We had made our way out of the antique store for the very last time with Gabby with us ready to come home with Bonnie as her new doll. On a mission to get back to the RV before the family finally leaves, we of course had to hitch a ride on the Skunk. Our path was clearing but not nearly as efficiently as it had a few days before. It's just so crowded now.

"Too many people. Gonna need an alternate route." Giggle tries to adapt to the situation quickly.

"Will we make it to the carousel in time?" Gabby asks in the squishy space of the skunk.

"Yes we Canada!" Woody and Bo lean into eachother closely, so determined and willingness. Just like when... just like they did when Andy was young. Just like when they were this dream duo. Just like that night when they were together for the last time, saving that toy in the rain.

I feel as though this entire time Woody and I have been running around franticly trying to retrieve Forky and avoid getting caught in a situation we won't be able to get ourselves out off. Even now we still haven't had a moment to catch our breath. We have barely spoken at all these past few days and I just know there's this distance between us. I hate it. It reminds me of when Andy was young and now that Bo has shown back up in the picture it just tears my heart apart. Its so selfish to be so greedy of Woody and what he places his attention on but recently I know its not been on me.

Its her. She's ruining everything for me. My composure, my happiness, my ability to lead and my sanity. That dreaded gut feeling is sinking deeply into my gut, I thought I left it behind when she left in that box. I thought it rushed away with the rain that night. I thought and I trusted, that it was my turn to be loved and gazed out and held and focused on when the cowboy and I sat on that window sill when he pulled me close. I worked so hard to be the best toy I could for our friends and for Woody and Bo and what did she do? Stand across the hall and look pretty? It all feels so unfair. Love isn't fair, and yet I'm filing victim to it and its greed.

To make it worse, how could you dislike her? She's this perfect, kind, always doing what she can for other's, wouldn't hurt a fly kind of toy. She in many toys eyes couldn't do any wrong. Does that make me accountable for my own disappointment? Did I get my hopes up over something that is going to crumble any second?

I must have gotten lost in my own train of panicked thinking. We're up on one of the beams holding the Ferris wheel, balancing and preparing to get across to the merry go round by the most untrustworthy worthy toy.

"No, no, no. He's the toy that went on to crash 40 feet into that target!" Woody tries to make Duke feel confident enough to leap across. He almost over thinks more than me.

"Yeah, he is. I'm Duke Caboom! Oh, man. I can do this!" Never-mind he seems quite ready for this now.

"Yes, you Canada!"

"I can do it with my eyes closed."

"Yes, you... What?"

Wait? Are we're trusting this guy?

"Three, two, one. Go!" Duke zips straight off before we can stop him. Arms out wide and driving into the air and across the sky.

Duke soars down with the white and red bunting unwinding behind him and above the wandering folks at their carnival. Duke's bike slips perfectly through the hole of the target but he takes a tumble as he hits the top of the sigh. But he did make it. We're a good step closer to getting back to Bonnie and leaving this place and people in the past.

Everyone celebrates the success and I take a breath of relief. "All right, our turn!" Woodys ushers us along. First Ducky and Bunny glide across the make shift zip line, then Woody and Gabby who hold on tight to each other which leaves Bo, her sheep and I.

Complexly ready to be going down alone and last I stand back waiting for Bo to slid off but she doesn't. Instead after tucking her sheep under her arm she turn to look over her shoulder at me with a confused smile.

"Whatcha waiting for Y/n? The porcelain doll tosses her crook at me and I quickly grasp it, scared it will break if it hits the metal below.

"I- well you.." I stumble over my words. Is it the fact that just before I was wrapped up in my thinking of how she's going to ruin everything for me before anything has actually happened? Or is it because I'm surprised she remembers that I'm here too?

"Didn't you hear earlier? Your coming with me honey." Honey? She hasn't called me that in forever. I just, I don't know how to feel about this anymore. Maybe I really am the problem. I can't figure out how I feel about this and maybe everyone has their minds straight about what they are anticipating. Maybe Bo does just want to get us home or maybe I need to stop thinking and let what ever is to happen... happen. "You okay? Your in dream land again Y/n. You haven't knocked your noggin' have you?" Bo steps closer to me and brushes a straggled strand of hair away from the side of my face.

Bo makes me feel so many things. I can not decipher what they are or what to think about them. She's in my head and it's driving my mind into insanity.

"Come on, we've got each other." She smiles so kindly to me, just like she always does. Bo wraps a tight arm around my waist and I clutch onto her back. Hooking the crook onto the bunting we take a leap and soar across the carnival landing with the others.

What just happened? An hour ago she lost it and stormed off and now she's back and super kind and sweet again. It's almost like she's trying to be close to me, more approachable and trying than ever before. Even before she left Molly's room.

Now isn't the time to get wrapped inside my mind again!

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