Toy story 3
Woody stared at Lotso. The strawberry scented bear had a vengeful soul, tainted with bitter hurt and betrayal and it showed in his black eyes. The cowboy decided to bring up the owner who inadvertently warped the bear's personality forever.
"What about Daisy?" He asked slowly, his tone serious. Hurt, pain, ire, and ache that Woody couldn't place glinted from the purple plushies's eyes.
"I don't know who you're talking about." Lotso murmured softly, dangerously, and in that sentence there was hidden gripping affliction.
"She didn't abandon you-"
"She DID!-"
"She just lost you! She only replaced YOU!" Woody hissed passionately. He took out the little plastic heart that had once belonged to baby, the periwinkle blue chain that said the word Daisy on it, weathered away.
Lotso's voice came sharp and hard as a diamond knife, suddenly seething, "Where did you get that?"
Woody glanced at him melancholy, his face void of any emotion except harsh determination and threw the object toward them. Lotso glowered back angrily, as ragged baby stared at the item shocked. She took the precious heart gently into her hands and whispered into the ominous silence one single word.
"Mama…" anybody could hear the heartache of the love for her old owner rippling through her.
Lotso saw pure, fiery outrage at how the doll responded towards the blue shape, something inside of him snapped. He blindly ripped the offensive heart from her cold, plastic hands and slammed it under his cane crushing, mutilating it forever, along with the love the teddy felt for sweet, sweet Daisy.
The doll watched horrified as the precious blue heart was destroyed in front of her eyes.
Baby wailed a long, tragic, horrible moan that seemed to reverberate through the air sending chills through the rest of the toys.
"She REPLACED us! In the end we're just trash! Toys!" he seethed nastily. He could still remember how he didn't give up in the beginning, he and the other two were made to wait out there in the angry cold, the whipping wind, and how he looked for her, waiting for the warm embrace of the dear girl. When he finally found her, pain, disgust, horror touched him and in its wake gave him the bitter, putrid demeanor he had today. She had got a duplicate of him. After all the love she had given him, was it all fake? The feelings he had, the sense of safety, the feeling of pure happiness was it all just a lie? Something had cracked in him. He couldn't trust any owner. He would always just be replaced, always and always, just be trash. The revolting feelings would just keep lashing and welting against him if he kept love in his soul, so he let it go.
Lotso commanded baby to get the wretched toys and suddenly somehow his old best friend, someone who he thought had understood him, knew him, threw him in the dark depths into the dumpster. The blackness engulfed him.
Another person he could never trust.