Chapter by: Rammstein.

Bonnie screams with delight, swinging Buzz Lightyear through the air.

"Bam bam, zap!"

Buzz's hard plastic feet knock into Woody's forehead. Then Buzz is tossed over Bonnie's shoulder and lands in the grass.

"Oh no, cowboy!" Bonnie slaps a hand to her mouth, quickly lowering it to snatch Jessie. She holds Jessie under her armpits and marionettes her over to Woody.

"Are you alright, partner?" Bonnie tilts Jesse to look Woody in the eye.

"Be careful Jess." Woody slowly sits up. "The evil robot man tried to get me!"

"Again?" Bonnie's jaw drops dramatically. With help from Bonnie's thumb, Jessie looks around. "Well, shucks, we'd better get outta here!"

Woody stares ahead, his eyes unseeing. He doesn't want to play this way. He'd rather not play at all that be stuck with this girl. This isn't Andy, he thinks bitterly. This feels so wrong.

Bonnie lets out a screeching attempt at a horse-neigh, smashing Bullseye up and down in the dirt as she gallops him to where Jessie and Woody lay.

"Good boy, Bucky!" Bonnie grins and pats the toy horse's felt mane with Jessie's thin plastic hand.

She has had her new toys for three months now, and has never gone a day without playing with them. It used to bother her that she couldn't remember all of Andy's toy's names, but she invented her own and soon forgot that she used to care. She barely remembers that Andy gave her the toys. She can't even remember what she played with before she had them.

Suddenly, Buzz's laser goes off. The thin red light flashes out in warning as Buzz swoops down from the sky.

"Get down, Jessie!" Bonnie cries, tackling Jessie with the Woody doll. Woody's hat gets knocked off and drops to the grass.

Bonnie lets go of them and carefully cradles Bullseye, moaning animalistically.

"Oh no, Bucky's been hit!" Bonnie gasps for Jessie.

"Ahhhh, watch out for the robot man!" Bonnie grabs Woody's hand and forces him to point up in the air.

"Woooosh!" Bonnie flings Buzz down and immediately begins pounding into his purple button on the back. Buzz Lightyear uses his karate chop action!

"Ow, ow! Help me!" Jessie is helpless under Buzz's blows, lying uselessly in the grass.

"Jessie!" Bonnie throws Woody into Buzz, his limp arms tangling against Buzz's plastic wings. She rolls them together on the ground.

"Ouch, ow! Take that! Ahh! You'll never take me alive!" Bonnie snarls enthusiastically.

"Bonnie!" Her mother stands on the front porch of their house. "Lunch time!"

Bonnie looks up, her eyes wide. She grins at her mother.

"Okay, mom!" She gets up from her knees and hurries into the house. "Oh, what about my toys?" She asks hesitantly, halfway inside.

Her mother takes her by the arm impatiently. "Oh, they'll be fine. Come on." They go inside and the door shuts behind them.

Woody kicks Buzz in the stomach, so Buzz snaps out of it and gets off of him.

"Sorry, there, Woody," Buzz says cheerfully, his hands resting on his hips. He offers Woody his hand when he noticing him trying to stand, but Woody ignores him.

"I can't take this anymore," Woody growls, stomping across the yard to pick up his hat.

"What are you talking about, Woody?" Jessie asks, crossing her arms. Bullseye nudges into her side, so she wraps her arms around him instead.

"This." Woody gestures to the world. "All of it. I'm sick of her touching me. I don't want to be her toy. I'm Andy's toy. Andy's!"

"Woody, we've been through this," Buzz says softly, stepping up to him. "Andy himself gave us to Bonnie. He obviously trusts her with us, and that should be enough for you. It is for me."

"Well, it may be for you, but I know for a fact that Andy just gave us away because his mom was forcing him to!" Woody retorts.

"You know for a fact, do you?" Buzz asks sceptically.

"Yes, I do!" Woody spits.

"Woody, come on," Jessie walks over. "Andy loved us, but he had to move on. He's in college now, remember? Adults just don't keep their toys forever. We're made to be played with by children, not to be collectables and sit on a dusty shelf for the rest of our lives."

"He was going to take me with him!" Woody reminds her spitefully. "I didn't care if that meant being played with or lying in a box under his bed- as long as I was there for him." He hangs his head and sighs. "I... I can't do this anymore," he says regrettably, looking at Jessie and Buzz in turn.

"What do you mean?" Jessie asks, afraid of the answer.

Woody hesitates, picking at his fingers anxiously.

Buzz gazes at Woody quietly. "You'll never make it back on your own," he says after a moment.

"You're leaving?" Jessie looks at Buzz in horror, then back at Woody.

"I have to, Jessie," Woody says wearily. "I'm not Bonnie's toy. It's not right of her to play with us. It just isn't right."

"But..." Jessie bites her lip. She knows that returning to Andy means she'll be locked away in the attic, possibly never to see the light again."But Bonnie loves us," she says. "She's our Andy, now. We can't abandon her."

"I'm sorry, Jessie." Woody makes sure his hat is on straight. "But I can't stay."

Buzz glances at Jessie, then walks up to Woody.

"How are you going to find him?" He asks.

"I don't know yet, Buzz," Woody answers. "But I'm not going to just sit here and be played with by some stranger. I'm not going to give up on Andy."

Buzz looks down as Woody turns to the road to read the street signs. Woody has always been there for me, Buzz thinks sadly. Whenever I needed him, he was there. I can't let him go on his own, but... Jessie... Bonnie... They need me. I... I can't...

"I'll be fine, Buzz," Woody says gently, as if he knows what Buzz is thinking. "Just take care of the others for me."

Buzz stands there, frozen with uncertainty, as Woody walks across the sidewalk and hops off of the curb.

To Buck Tick: Make Buzz stay or go, it's up to you. Maybe even make Woody come back. Do whatever. Good luck.