A/N: After seeing the movie about three different times. My mind ticks in a certain way and I do believe the velveteen Rabbit theory has gotten on well for this. But I do think that one story on this section (I forget) really, really touched me and I could not help going back and think about it. But in general think of this as the reverse velveteen rabbit story.
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the following characters of toy story and the speculations are of course fictional. Fanfiction is dumb don't read it.
Lenard.
Lenard in most cases was a neurotic. Having worked in a desk job in an accounting firm for a quarter of his life it would have the effect on most people. He was not much for social contact yet he yearned for it. Ignored for most of the time at work, most people would find him on the slight edge of annoying. It wasn't his fault entirely, with his slightly higher pitched voice and overall clumsiness it actually made him a target to be avoided entirely by the rest of the office.
This was just as well. At age forty, unmarried, and slightly balding, he seemed to be entering a state of depression. The only way to knock it back, other than his description medication, was the highlight of his day: lunchtime.
Despite being the office pariah, Lenard enjoyed his quiet lunches with a short drive to the museum. There he would enjoy a passion of his ever since he was a child. He would look up at the tall skeletal structures and smile. Had he been a little braver he would have gotten out of his job and done what he wanted. Paleontology was something of a far off dream for him. In that short hour he was for a moment, Lenard was what he wanted. As his lunch hour dwindled just as it did day after day, he would scurry back to his cubical and return to that life that was given to him. Alone and unhappy, and certainly did not have anyone to care on who he was, Lenard decided that on his forty first birthday he would do something about it.
He had made all the arrangements all year around and when the day came on his birthday he went himself go to the museum as usual on his lunch break. No one noticed him as usual; the balding man stared up at the tall reptilian figures and gave a meaningful smile. The hour dwindled away and he made his way out of the museum. Just on his way out he stopped and looked at the gift shop. It wouldn't hurt to indulge himself for today, he thought and went in. Moments later he had bought something to his liking and walked out. He fingered the small figurine in his hand as he sat in his car. It was of his favorite animal ever since he was a kid.
This year was going to be different though. He put that pleasant thought in his head, he was going to make friends and try not to be so awkward. He had a plan for himself to change everything.
Lenard then pulled the trigger at the gun aimed at his head.