Interlude: Woody
SaberFail
All Ideas. No Skills. a bit hungry
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Rooftop talk.
Andy sat on the roof staring at the new neighborhood his family had moved to.
A few days ago he thought the move would be the most change he would ever experience, then Blair appeared, and suddenly the world is so much bigger than anything he could have imagined, and he's played with multiple imaginary worlds.
Now there's aliens, robots, a multiversal tournament… living toys.
Andy sighs as he once more arrives at the crux of his thoughts, toys were alive, just like him, his mom and Molly.
Meaning that those that broke or were thrown away… he shook his head to dispel those thoughts, he wasn't quite ready to tackle that particular can of worms.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
He jumps a bit before looking at his side, having almost forgotten he had carried Woody here with him, the cowboy sat alongside him, idly swinging his legs as he stares up at his child.
"Um, yeah, I have, so many questions, about everything" Andy said, going silent for a few seconds as he tries to gather his thoughts as Woody waits patiently with the lifelong of experience he and all toys have.
Finally, Andy chooses a place to start "so, are all toys alive? Even the ones who look like objects?"
Woody nodded "yep! it doesn't matter if we look like a person, a plant or a pair of binoculars, if it's a toy, it's alive" he said simply.
Andy hummed, his head turning to look at the neighborhood once more, wondering how many toys were currently just living their lives without anyone knowing "how, since when has it been like this?" He asked, Woody scratched the side of his head at that "hoo boy, that's a doozy of a question, sadly I couldn't really tell you when we started being alive, we don't have anything like a recorded history or anything" he shrugs before tilting his head to look at the sky "we wake up when we're complete, and we know not to let ourselves be seen moving" he explains.
Andy tilted his head "so it's like an instinct?" He asked, to which Woody just nodded. They returned to silence after that, enjoying the slight breeze before Andy felt the need to ask one more question "so, how does it feel?" He asked, and seeing Woody's look of confusion clarified "how is it, being a toy?"
Woody let out a hum "hmm, well Andy, I couldn't really tell you, I've never been a human, so I can't really say if being a toy feels different, but I can probably tell you a few things I noticed are different between us!" He said, and seeing Andy nod he continues "well, the first thing is aging, we don't really age like you do" he gestures to his arm and head "the closest thing to aging that happens for us toys is that our parts deteriorate, plastic becomes fragile or warped in ways that stop us from moving like we used to, paint starts to fade, fabric loses color and becomes easier to rip or goes stiff, really depends on the type, heck, your family has taken quite good care of me, but even I can tell that I'm not as colorful as I was when I was unpacked" he explains with a smile full of nostalgia "another thing is that we don't really need to eat or drink anything, we don't sweat either but we can tell when the temperature changes, but it doesn't affect us too much unless it's very extreme, like for example I don't deal well with fire or extreme heat due to my arms being made of fabric and my head being plastic, we do sleep and breathe though, which I guess is a bit strange considering we don't have lungs or anything that actually needs air, well except squeaky toys and such, they do need air, but also don't have lungs" he taps his chin a few times in thought, emitting a hollow sound "what else? What else? Oh! I couldn't tell you why, but we're all born knowing how to speak, read and count, but how much varies a lot from toy to toy, Ham, that's your piggy bank, probably has the most knowledge with numbers out of all of us, which I guess makes sense since money is his thing, but some like Rex and Slinky, guess which ones those are, didn't know too much, we had to teach them as time went on, I like think I was pretty balanced in that regard, though I quickly noticed that some of my vocabulary and knowledge was a bit outdated"
Andy nodded with a soft "wow" before lowering his head and thinking, wondering about some of the older toys he owned.
And those that got broken and we're thrown away, were they hurting? Did they die? Where do they go after that?
He wasn't sure what to do about the feelings those questions brought up in him, nor did he know what to do about them, so he decided to simply go with one thing he had been quite certain of since the reveal.
"Woody?"
"Yes Andy?"
"I don't I'll ever take a toy with me to the bathroom ever again"
"... yeah, that's fair, it wasn't the most comfortable situation for us either"
AN: And here's my Omake!
