My third TS story. Since "Toy Story 3: The Squeakquel" is seemingly becoming a not-so-successful story, I've moved unto my next idea.
Please read and review! :)
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He couldn't hold his breath for long.
Lotso gasped as he finally let some air into his lungs, not caring if flies were going to fly right into his mouth.
What was the point?
He was shunned by his hench-toys, pushed off by Big Baby, ended up in a dump, and now here he was strapped to some stupid garbage truck with some lowlife-and incredibly torn-stuff toys.
He hoped that cowboy known as Woody and his friends were all melded into a huge block of garbage and never seeing the kid called Andy. Andy was probably like every other grown kid...
Uncaring of his toys.
But no, Woody kept stating that Andy loved them all and would never give up on him. It was with that determination that they had managed to escape Sunnyside.
And then there was Ken.
Stupid girls' toy...he chose love and compassion over power and dictatorship, which brought all his hench-toys to turn against him.
It was that stupid Barbie that brought Ken to a whole new light...out of all the Barbies in the world, she actually had a brain.
And Big Baby.
He was Lotso's enforcer, his guard, his ally...now he was as his name implied.
A big baby.
He could remember perfectly about how Big Baby cried for his 'momma' before he threw Lotso into the dumpster.
He had no 'momma'.
Lotso knew of it because he himself had lost his 'momma'.
Again with those thoughts! For years he had tried to forget about her...but then Woody brought it up in front of everyone.
And the stupid heart tag he had ripped from Big Baby all those years ago...he hoped it was burning somewhere, along with the name of the person whom wrote it.
SPLAT!
A fly had smacked itself right on his nose. Great...
He might as well get ripped apart, lose his scent of smelling like strawberries, and just spend the rest of his life being some garbage man's truck decoration.
"Oh, here's our stop," one of the stuff toys announced as the truck stopped right next to a large building.
Losto remained frozen and kept on his usual face as the two men emerged from the truck and went inside. Suddenly, there was hooting and hollering as well as laughter. Curiously, Lotso strained his ears to listen closely, wondering what all the commotion was about.
Finally, the man that had found him earlier emerged from the building, a young woman walking beside him.
"You have no idea how proud I am of you!" The man laughed before lightly ruffling her blonde hair.
The woman laughed as she pushed his hands away before fixing her hair. "Thanks, Uncle Mac."
"I'm serious," the man known as Mac laughed as he rubbed elbows with her. "My own niece, a top lawyer!"
"I'm sure there are a lot of lawyers who are top of their game," she laughed.
"Oh, and how's your family?" He asked.
"Well, my daughter's going to lose her first tooth and Filmore's been very busy at the hospital."
"Ah, work," Mac laughed, "I may be a garbage man, but I work just as hard!"
His niece laughed...then her gazed moved toward to his truck, focusing mainly on the toys strapped on the front.
"What is that?" She asked carefully.
Mac looked to his truck. "Oh, you must be looking at the toys I've found during my time at the dump." He led her toward the truck and motioned to Losto. "I found this guy today."
"A Lots-O-Hugging bear..." Her voice trailed off as she gazed at the toy.
"Reminds you of the one you had when you were a kid, huh?" Ma asked.
She looked down. "And the second one after I lost it."
"Well, we all make mistakes," Mac assured her. He turned back to the bear. Then he smiled back at his niece. "Say, does your kid have one?"
"Nope, not really. Why?"
Mac smiled before he reached over and untied Lotso from the grilled and handed it to her. "He still smells like strawberries."
The woman took the bear and gazed at it with a soft but warming smile. For some reason, Lotso's little plastic eyes wanted to squint gaze at hers more closely...Where had he seen such a beautiful shade of blue before?
Mac's niece pinched her nose playfully due to the various smells that mixed with the scent of strawberries.
"He's going to need a good wash," she laughed.
"Aw, come on!" Mac laughed. "I haven't bathed in weeks and look how I turned out!" He wiped a hand across his cheek, only to reveal an ugly garbage stain.
His niece cringed before she held Lotso under one arm. "Well, I got to go. Duty calls. It was great seeing you, Uncle Mac."
"Take care, Daisy," Mac said before saluting her as she made her way over to her car.
As Daisy drove unto the street, Losto, who was placed in a box in the back of the car, slowly poked his head from the cover. He gazed at the young woman who kept her eyes focused on the road.
After gazingher for some time, Losto slowly slid back into the darkness of the box and sighed to himself.
"So we meet again..." He said quietly to himself.
