CHAPTER TWO

"Well that's not gonna be easy to fix!" Said Hamm.

"What did you run into out there?" Asked Slinky.

"Woody, what happened to you?!" Jessie cried. Everyone in the room had gathered around Woody as soon as Bonnie had brought him back, and the questions were practically being flung at him.

"Look," Woody said. "Just everyone calm down and-"

"Calm down!?" Rex exclaimed. "Woody, if you saw yourself, I didn't think you'd be calm!"

"Relax, it's only a matter of time before Bonnie and her Mom find a needle and thread. Then it'll be fine." Woody really felt like he wanted a semi to run over him, because it hurt quite a bit, but he didn't say a word. He couldn't have the toys get more worried than they already were. "What happened was a bunch of cats got a hold of me. But I'm fine."

"You know," Mr Pricklepants said, "if they don't find a needle and thread, the Seamstress will come to fix him."

"Who's the Seamstress?" Asked Jessie, as everyone turned to him.

"Well," he begin, lowering his voice, so everyone had to lean forward to hear. "If a toy gets broke, and they've heard of the Seamstress, then she'll come at night to fix them. And..."

"And what!?" Rex cried.

"And for each stitch, she can answer any one question." As the toys ooed and aaed, Woody smacked his hand on his forehead. "Ludicrous," he muttered under his breath.

"Wait a minute," Said Hamm. "You mean Anything?"

"Now that's not possible," Mr Potato Head cried. "What if it's a question about the future, huh? What then?"

"Then she will answer it," Mr Pricklepants said rather dramatically.

"Look," said Woody. "There's no such thing as this Seamstress, ok? Bonnie or her mom will find a needle and thread soon."

Pricklepants smiled. "You've already heard about her, and wether or not you believe she exists will keep her from coming."

Woody wondered if Pricklepants could be any more dramatic. Or cheesy, for that matter.

That night, as Woody leaned against one of Bonnie's bedposts, he couldn't quite get to sleep, so he stared up at the window, waiting to feel sleepy.

An hour passed.

Then another.

And another.

Before Woody realized it, it was nearly midnight, and everyone was asleep...but him. He tried counting stars, backwards, to a million, anything he could think of, other than counting sheep, but he didn't even feel a tiny bit tired.

At the moment, he was staring out the window, still against the bedpost, at the sliver of the moon he could see. Chuckles was on the shelf, so no one was on the windowsill to keep him company. He was amusing himself by opening his eyes for two seconds, then closing them for two seconds. Opening them, then closing them. Opening. And closing. Opening. And closing. Opening.

And then he saw a tall, dark silhouette of a creature-like toy standing on the windowsill.

Woody jumped and gasped, blinked, then looked again. There wasn't anything there.

He sighed, and leaned back on the post. He was starting to wonder if the things Pricklepants had said about the Seamstress was true. But it wasn't true!

Was it?

Suddenly he heard a strange noise in the living room that resembled a growl. Then he heard the heat vents creak and rattle slightly, and he nervously looked all around.

Then, all was very silent. Woody started to relax again, until he looked up at the window once more, and saw it again. The creature.

It was on the outside of the window, however, and it looked like it couldn't get in. Woody waited, hoping it would go away, but as he watched, it calmly raised the window open without a sound.

And it slithered in, and slowly approached him, and he stared in surprise and fright. It had a cloth body that resembled a snake, and looked about two feet tall, but it had a large, three-foot long tail with fishhooks on the end of it. At the two foot mark it had six giant, metal, spider-like legs that were sharp and skinny, making it look like a snake with legs, and it had six metallic arms, each with something different at the end of it. One had a hand that was made of sewing needles, and another had a triclaw, and another had a hand made of small knives. But what made Woody stare was her face. Her face was mostly cloth, but her right eye, which was a greenish-yellow color, was surrounded by plastic. Her other eye was a black button, and the corners of her lips had been cut, so they nearly went to her ears and it somewhat resembled a Cheshire cat, but it looked like had been sewn back up carelessly, and it appeared to be a permanent smile. Her small, red lips in the center of the smile looked like the color of blood, and she had long black hair that was straight as sticks. She had been stitched up all over her, and she even had a stitch over her button eye that ran across her lips.

She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly lifted him high off the ground with her fishhooks, and raised him till he was eye level with her. Her eyes glittered, and the pupil of her right eye dilated, then suddenly turned to a silt.

"Well, well," she said, eyeing him over. He realized she had needles for teeth. "Aren't you surprised?" She suddenly dropped him, and he landed on his head.

"Who are you?" He asked, but he was sure he already knew the answer, though. But she didn't seem to be listening. She was slowly walking around him, looking him up and down.

"I thought you would be a bit taller, Woody," she commented, as she flicked her tail under his legs, making him land flat on his back. She leaned over so her face was only a few centimeters away from his, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, as calmly as possible. She smiled a full smile, revealing that her seemingly sewn up Cheshire smile was not sewn up, and Woody's eyes grew wide in fright.

"I'm the Seamstress; of course I know your name. I know everyone's name. In fact," she added as she suddenly took a hold of his head and lifted him to his feet. "I can see, EVERYTHING." She said it nice and slow, and with a flick of her wrist, his head was spinning. Then suddenly it stopped, and he was facing her. He jumped.

"Oh, don't be scared, Woody; there's no such thing as the Seamstress. It's...ludicrous, isn't it?"

Her eyes narrowed once more at Woody.

"Oh well. Wether or not you REALLY think I exist, I'll have to do something with you."

With that, she grabbed him by his boots, and slithered out into the living room, through the dog door, and was out of the house.

With Woody wondering in fear what on earth the Seamstress would do to him.

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but thank you toystorylover, jmc42199, Sudoku MusicBannana, and TrinaAngel for not giving up. I apologize for the little chapter one.

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