Toy Wars

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Chapter 2

Chucky wasn't sure how much time had past. When the toys promised to introduce him to everyone, they really meant everyone. All corners of the room had been reached, and every toy had their moment to introduce themselves. The killer doll's patience was beginning to wear extremely thin. However, he had to play along if he had any hope of them introducing him to the one person that mattered…their Andy.

''So, who was your owner?'' Jessie asked.

He couldn't find any space as the toys crowded around him. Many were happy about the idea of making a new friend, while Woody still felt sceptical.

Chucky stared at the cowgirl bewilderedly. ''Owner?''

''Yeah, your kid that you used to be with! You did have one, right?''

Not wanting to come across as suspicious, Chucky's mind rattled for a moment, piecing together a convincing backstory. ''Oh…yes…him! I did have one!''

''Did?'' Buzz inquired.

''Well…it's a long story,'' Chucky stressed, mentally counting how many toys were in the room. ''But, the most important thing to know… is that he was my Andy.''

Rex wagged his little arms excitedly. ''Your kid was called Andy too?''

Hearing this, Woody quickened his pace until he was the closest one to Chucky. ''Why aren't you with your Andy now?'' He folded his arms over his chest.

''We just…drifted apart,'' Chucky shrugged. ''You know how it is.''

''No, I don't.''

Realising that he wasn't swaying the cowboy, Chucky decided it was an appropriate time to pump up the sympathetic angle. He hid his trembling fist, making sure none of the toys saw him clenching it in frustration. Pouting aggressively, he summoned up every bit of willpower he had and attempted to sob. ''Okay, okay, I confess, things ended terribly between me and my Andy.''

''What happened?'' Slinky questioned.

''It's hard to talk about, but I'll do my best…'' The Good Guy Doll squeaked and brushed away an invisible tear with his thumb. ''My Andy didn't treat me kindly. He'd torture me. Punch me. Kick me. Throw me in the fireplace.''

The toys gasped in unison. Even Woody's eyes widened and his body froze after hearing the horrid tale. Despite Chucky's tone and cries sounding forced, he couldn't think negatively of a toy treated poorly. Although, he questioned how Chucky seemed to still be in one piece.

Bo-Peep covered her mouth with her hand, wanting to reach out for the discarded doll. ''That's awful.''

''I know,'' Chucky whimpered and turned his back away from them, masking his face. ''I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't put up with it. So I ran away and never looked back. That's why I'm here. Because…I wanted to find a new home. A new Andy.''

Before anyone could stop him, Rex jumped. ''You can always play with our Andy. He treats us well.''

Mr Potato Head rolled his eyes so hard they almost dethatched from his head. ''Yeah, when he can actually be bothered with us.'' His snarky remarked earned him a light smack from his Mrs standing nearby.

Without missing a beat, Chucky turned heel and beamed. ''You'll let me stay?'' He kept one hand behind his back, crossing his fingers.

Buzz nodded affirmatively. ''I don't see any reason not to. You can stay for as long as you want-…''

''Need!'' Woody quickly cut in. ''You can stay for as long as you need. We can't promise you'll stay forever.''

Slyly, Chucky's eyes narrowed towards Woody, now knowing that he was going to be the most troubling obstacle to deal with. His intense stare was cut short when Bullseye proceeded to lick Chucky's face over and over again, despite the doll's protests. He tried to push the horse away, but the toy animal was too strong for him. As Chucky was about to be smothered with affection and shoved onto the floor, his fists clasped. ''Get away from me you...'' He erupted before silencing himself.

Bullseye backed away slowly, fear written all over his long face. The other toys flinched and glared at the short-tempered newcomer. Chucky cringed and gritted his teeth at his slip-up. He was beginning to win them over. The last thing he needed was to literally blow his cover and be kicked out before he could put his plan into motion.

He cleared his throat and opened his arms in a welcoming manner. ''Guys, I'm sorry. You can understand I would have a short fuse after everything I've been put through, right?''

There were still a few shady glances thrown his way. To be fair, Chucky knew that wasn't the best defence to go with.

Shuffling for a second, Chucky continued. ''Well, like Woodchuck here said…''

''It's Woody!'' The cowboy corrected.

''Yeah, like he said, I can't stay forever. I promise that I'll be out of the door and gone before you miss me. I'm just passing through until I get my body back into shape.'' He winked.

There wasn't much time for any of the other toys to respond to Chucky's words as they could hear the rapid pounding of little footsteps coming from downstairs. They started faint, but gradually grew louder and louder with every passing second until eventually, they could hear barking.

Chucky turned sharply with a bemused look. ''Is that a dog?''

''Buster's coming!'' Woody announced in a hushed voice. Immediately, the toys began to scatter and find suitable places to hide.

Chucky scurried briefly, taking a second to catch up with what was happening. He silently cursed his luck and misfortune. Of course, it would have been too easy if it were just toys to deal with. Now, he had a dog to worry about as well.

He heard the paws frantically scratching on the outside of the bedroom door. The animal was attempting to come in, and Chucky was still without a place to hide. Frustration turned to panic and the doll scanned the room. Over in the far corner, nestled between a few dusty books on the bottom of a shelf, Rex waved his tiny arms, beckoning Chucky to follow. A grunt rolled out of Chucky's mouth while the dinosaur continued to offer a spot next to him for his 'new friend.'

''Couldn't have been stuck with the cowgirl,'' Chucky moaned. ''No, instead I have to be seated next to Jurassic…''

BARK! BARK!

Buster's yelps were louder than ever, snapping Chucky out of his disgruntled daze. Before he had any longer to think, he sprinted over towards Rex.

High above, peering down from the treasure box-shaped chest, Woody refused to tear his eyes away from Chucky. Not when the doll squeezed himself next to Rex. Not even when Buster burst through the door and ran excitedly around the room, searching for any sign of movement.

The brown miniature dachshund continuously yapped and buried his nose in whatever tight corners he could fit his snout between. If he found nothing of interest, he would dart over to another corner of the room. It seemed like nowhere was safe, and this alarmed Chucky. He was the new toy after all. It would only be a matter of time before the dog sniffed out his unusual scent and most likely rip him to shreds. That's what the killer theorised would happen judging by the way the toys disappeared as soon as possible.

Rex quietly tapped his tiny arms nervously. ''Oh, I hope he doesn't get me. Buster's never found me before.''

Chucky rolled his eyes and snapped in a hushed tone. ''I know that. If he had, you wouldn't be her-,''

A wonderfully awful idea struck Chucky like lightning. His eyes gleamed with a sinister spark. He knew that reaching Andy would be difficult with so toys with watchful and protective eyes around. So, if he evened the playing field, things might start to turn in his favour.

He stared outwards, keeping as still as possible as he saw Buster the dog edge closer and closer. The canine sniffed the ground, smelling something new and interesting. His tail wagged so fast it was almost like a blur. Rex also watched Buster, failing to notice Chucky slowly reach over and creep his hand behind his back.

''First time for everything, Dino!''

Woody watched in disbelief as he saw Chucky push Rex out from his hiding spot and out into the open. It was too easy for Buster to look up and see the green dinosaur rolling around on the ground, struggling to push himself back up. The dog leapt forward, towering over Rex in an instant. The dinosaur squeaked and prepared himself for what was in store while Chucky watched on with a wicked gleefulness.

In an instant, that diabolical joy evaporated when Buster proceeded to lick Rex all over. Rex giggled. ''Ah, that tickles.'' He attempted and failed to push Buster away. The dog was driving the toy across the floor, overwhelming him with licks and kisses.

Chucky's bottom jaw threatened to detach from his mouth and fall to the floor. ''He was just playing?''

''Help, I can't get him off me with my arms!'' Rex called out between bouts of laughter.

Woody hopped out from his hiding spot and patted his knees. ''Buster, over here, boy!''

The dog's ears picked up immediately and without turning, Buster charged towards Woody, tackling the cowboy to the ground and giving him the same treatment he gave Rex. Woody let his friend have a moment to enjoy the company, even if it was a slobbery experience. Soon enough, he patted Buster on the side and the dog obediently backed away and sat patiently. ''Good boy.'' He praised the dog. Once he stood back up, he scratched Buster behind his ears, causing the dog to drum his back leg on the floor like a passionate drummer in an orchestra.

Looking over Buster's shoulder, Woody saw the other toys emerge from their hiding spots and rushing over to help Rex stand back up. After helping their friend up, Ham couldn't stop himself from snickering. ''There goes your perfect record, Godzilla.''

''Yeah,'' Mr Potato Head said. ''So much for the cautious approach you've always talked so much about.''

''I was doing so well too,'' Rex whimpered. ''I think a book fell on me and knocked me over.''

Woody's smile faded. While everyone was either consoling Rex or playing with Buster, he glared in Chucky's direction. The Good Guy doll stared back like a deer caught in headlights. Without a word, Woody marched towards him and folded his arms over his chest. This cowboy didn't need a gun in his holster as his eyes were already burning through Chucky's skin.

Instead of owning up to his crime, Chucky shrugged. ''What?''

''You want to tell me what that was about?''

''I was trying to make more room. I accidentally nudged him.''

''With the way you smiled afterwards, I doubt it was an accident.''

Seeing that the innocent act wasn't going to work on him, Chucky merely scoffed and waved his arm dismissively. ''I don't have to confess to anything.''

Either bravely or foolishly, Woody took one step forward, locking eyes with the doll. ''Let's get one thing straight here. These are my friends, and we look out for each other. If I think for even a moment that you're trying to hurt any of them…''

''What are you going to do? Strap me to the back of your horse and have him drag me around the Xbox till I throw up?'' Chucky interrupted, showing little fear over Woody's threats. ''You're soft, Woodberry. You don't have it in you to come after me.''

Woody's expression darkened. ''You'd be surprised what I can do. And my name is Woody.'' He said ominously before turning to join the others.

On the outside, Chucky appeared poised and undeterred by Woody's warning. However, a spike of fear pricked him from the inside. Already, he was finding it difficult to keep his alibi going. And the cowboy was setting himself up to be Chucky's biggest obstacle to get to Andy. If he was going to do something, he needed to make it quick.

''When I'm human again,'' Chucky growled under his breath, too quiet for anyone else to hear. ''I'm going to enjoy stamping your face in until there's nothing left.''

To Be Continued…


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