Disclaimer: Do not own Toy Story and all that jazz. Just a fan fiction people.

The setting is night time and Andy is 14 years old.

Don't be turned off because the rating is K+. It's not really a kid's story.

This story is going to mainly be focused on the relationship between Woody and Andy.


Read and enjoy! Leave feedback at the end. I'd love to hear your opinions.

"That's it. I'm done with this." Woody's voice was on the brink of a roar as he shoved open the lid of the toy chest and popped his head out. His small plastic fingers gripped the edge of the box in an attempt to leap out. The Sheriff had had enough of this neglect from his beloved owner, Andy. Although Andy was merely 14 years old, he was beginning to hit puberty. At that age, a young boy can change dramatically.

A hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from making the jump.

"What are you doing, Sheriff?" Buzz more demanded it than asked. All of the toys practically knew about Woody's desire to be played with by Andy again.

"I'm tired of collecting dust and your stupid glowing suit being my only light source, we need to do something."

"And what are you planning to do about it, might I ask?"

"I'm going to..." Woody's voice trailed off as the mere thought of what he wanted to do. He knew the others wouldn't agree to his idea, but he was in charge. He looked back and down at the other toys, who were all staring up at him with an inquisitive look, waiting for him to respond. "I'm going to let him know about us. The real us."

Hamm interrupted, "You're joking? Please tell us you're only joking!"

There was a stir of frantic voices within the toy box. Woody suddenly gained the whole gang's attention.

"Have you gone mad?" Buzz kept his hand on his shoulder.

"I spoke to Sid and look, he turned out okay! A bright young scholar he turned out to be." Woody snapped back, despite the fact that the child toy torturer was so traumatized that he became a garbage man. "Look guys, I know you're all a little...upset at the idea of breaking a few rules but-"

"Listen to yourself! You're a darn Sheriff talking about breaking the rules when you're supposed to enforce them."

Woody didn't respond, he felt that no matter how hard he tries to persuade them to see it his way, they'll never understand. They don't share the same passion for Andy as he does. Only Woody possess this need to be his favorite toy again. He has a difficult time accepting Andy growing up and moving on.

"Let go of me."

The grip on Woody's shoulder was more forceful as Buzz successfully pulled the sheriff down to his level.

"I said let go!" His frustration grew with his anxiety and need to win this battle. The Sheriff placed both hands on the spaceman's suit and pushed him back with all his strength, sending him back a few steps. He jumped up to throw the toy box lid open and grabbed onto the edge, his second attempt of jumping out and freeing himself. His legs kicked vigorously against the wall of the box to help himself up.

"Rex, grab him!" Jessie shouted, clearly not on Woody's side with this bright idea. The green plastic dinosaur went to help but stopped suddenly, realizing that he had stepped on a few of the smaller toys and immediately began apologizing to them, forgetting his mission.

Woody would've made a soft landing had he fallen on his body, but instead he landed on the floor on his face with a loud thud. "Ow!" His hat flew off somewhere in the midst of his escape and landed nearby him.

"Someone get that cowboy back in here!" Random voices took turns shouting out to get the lunatic back inside before he jeopardizes their lifelong mission.

Andy poked his head out of the bathroom door as he continued to brush his teeth. No one likes cavities now. "Hewwo?" He said, a mouthful of toothpaste. He heard a noise from his room, figuring it was his little sister going through his personal belongings again.

The toys could hear footsteps coming their way.

Woody sat up, his eyes shooting up at the door. This was it. If there was any better time to say something and tell Andy how much he loves him and needs him, it was now. If he had a heart it would be beating out of his chest.

"Woody!" Buzz looked down at the sheriff but dared not jump out after him, not with Andy being so close. His voice was a harsh, scolding whisper."Woody, think about what you are doing! You can't speak to him. You're just a toy!"

Woody didn't show any signs that he was listening to Buzz. He knew that this was what he wanted. He stood up, facing the door.

"Darn it, Woody!"

No answer. He kept his eyes on the doorknob, watching it turn slightly.

Woody froze in place.

He held his breath. And what he did next, he couldn't really explain. Not even to himself.

He hit the floor as his body went lifeless, returning to his toy state. His usual smile appeared on his face; it was as if he never had the idea of talking to Andy. In fact, all the toys had the same exact reaction when Andy walked in.

The 14 year old boy came up to Woody, noticing his beloved toy on the ground right away. He grew up as a neat and organized kid, so finding him on the floor was unusual. "What the...?" He picked him up, examining him. "How'd you get out here?" He wasn't really expecting an answer from an inanimate object. It was a rhetorical question. He never did spit that toothpaste out of his mouth, so his speech sounded drunk and distorted.

He took a long look at his toy, a wave of nostalgia hitting him like a train. All those years he spent fantasizing with him and playing western shoot outs...it was sure as heck real to him. To the both of them. Sometimes he would pretend Woody was real and talk to him about his day. This all stopped when he hit junior high and figured out he was the only boy who did that. The teasing never ceased.

He would sleep with him every night if he didn't have the fear of his mom or sister calling him a girl. Darn that 14 year old boy pride.

He placed Woody on his bed and spoke to him with a soft tone, "I wish you were real." Yet again, his speech was barely audible, but Woody knew what he said. He felt it.

The boy left his room and headed towards the bathroom again to finish brushing his teeth. He still had to rinse and wash his face as he was paranoid of acne.

Woody sat up slowly, a defeated expression on his face. 'Why couldn't I do it? I was going to. What stopped me?'

He began to see the situation like the rest of the toys. Maybe he should give in. He should accept this new life of sitting in the toy chest and not being loved. It's his job after all, right?

"Woody." Came a call from the toy box.

He sat there with his head hanging low and his eyes closed. If he were human, he would experience the degrading feel of tears.

"Woody?" The voice repeated.

He didn't hear them this time.

'If I were human...then I could talk to him. I could tell him things without breaking the rules.' He felt warm. 'If I were human, just for a little while...I could tell Andy how much he means to me. Why couldn't I have been born as a human.'

The word human embraced him and gave him a sensation that words cannot express. He felt at bliss as his body began to change in height and dimension. There was no glow or magical sparkles, but a slow transformation from plastic and stuffing to living organs and skin.

He kept the thought in his head of being human. If only he were a full grown man, just for a little while. Then he won't be breaking the rules of the toys.

He opened his eyes, gasping loudly for air, the precious air he so longed wished to possess in his body.

He looked around frantically, now sitting on the edge of Andy's bed. He was in complete shock and awe, his jaw dropping as he looked around the room.

Bringing his hands up, he felt one with another, embracing the senses of touch and smell.

"My God." He couldn't help but whisper as he stood up, standing at 6"2. He was tall with long, lean legs to support him. He was an attractive young male and wore his exact cowboy attire. He reached up expecting to find his hat, but felt soft velvety hair. The feel of hair was much different than what he had expected. The only element about him that stayed the same was his voice.

"Oh my God." He repeated, looking at the toy chest. The others haven't seen him yet, so now would be the perfect time to-

His eyes went up to the door. There he was. Andy. Standing at the doorway with wide, aware eyes. He looked petrified.

Woody couldn't help but smile in complete bliss and joy, feeling happier now than ever before. This was surely a dream so he should make the best of it. He doesn't know how long this will last.

"Andy!" He exclaimed loudly, arms reaching out to him in a warm and embracing gesture.

There was a long awkward pause.

The boy blinked at him, following shortly was a scream that reached the top of his lungs. How would you react to a full grown man in a toy's outfit appearing in your bedroom? Or your 14 year old's room?

"Mom! Mom there's a man in my room!" Andy yelled, not turning his back on the stranger.

"W-wait no! Andy, it's me! It's me, Woody Pride, you're good ol' pal." He pleaded, trying to calm him down before he woke up the household. He reached out to try and calm him down and hopefully to give Andy some reassurance that he was really his toy. "Please, just hear me out on this one!"

Too late. Andy's mom had already reached the top of the stairs with Andy's Lil Slugger baseball bat. He sure was a kid of sports.

Without hesitation she pushed Andy to the side, and in protective mother mode she was wielding the bat behind her, ready to strike at the strange pedophile with full force.

"Hey, Mrs. Davis! It's-" His sentence was cut off short as he ducked to evade the weapon. He fell back onto the bed, his arms up in defense. If that blow would have hit him, he would surely be knocked unconscious. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, lady! Listen to me, I'm your son's toy!" He didn't realize that that was the wrong thing to say.

Another swing.

-Thwack!-

The loud crack of the bat smashed against the side of Woody's head, a blow that could've given him permanent brain damage had his arms not taken most of the impact.

His body fell against the bed, mimicking his lifeless plastic form. He laid there with his eyes shut tightly in pain, he was unable to think clearly. He was hit with a wave of nausea. Unsure of how to react to this new emotion, he just laid there and soaked it all in. 'So this is what pain feels like? This is amazing.'

"Andy call 911!" Mrs. Davis yelled, holding the bat over Woody's face.

Woody heard her but didn't comprehend what was going on. 911? What was that, their friend? Hopefully he's friendly, but what a strange name.

While this bizarre event was happening, the toys in the box all watched through the smallest crack. All of them thinking the exact same thing.

Holy shit.


Well really, how were you expecting that to go?

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