Chapter 10

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His breath caught in his throat as he proceeded to scan Bonnie's room. He hadn't had the chance to examine the area before when he first found himself in the room, because by the time he realized he was in a room, Jessie fell on him and her had been too concerned over her to examine the surroundings.

But his mind was reeling over the fact that they were back in the room: They had been away from the porch and were almost completely free of the house, but then he heard the loud screeching...and then he had the vision.

"Bye, Woody..." The voice went over in his mind. He had no idea why, but there was just something about the voice that struck Woody as odd; as if he had heard it in a long forgotten dream...or the dream of a dream?

But the voice was definitely protruding; as if it meant something. But Woody just wasn't able to pick it up. He was still unsure how he ended up back in the room in the first place. They had been so close to getting free from the house, but something brought him back.

Even though he was unsure what happened, it didn't take a mastermind to figure out who was responsible for all of this.

And because of her, he saw no way out; out of his state or the house.

One of the worst things about this all was probably the fact that he had no idea he was a toy before Jessie pointed out the fact. He had been unable to detect the difference when he first woke up in the room; as if it had all been a dream after all, not just a stage of the altered reality that lay sprawled around the two of them.

Sighing, he took the hat off his head. No-one seemed to notice him yet, but they most likely would later. He didn't even take the fact that he hadn't worn the hat when he arrived at Mrs Hay's into account. It wouldn't matter now anyway. When you've been turned into a toy and are stuck in a house, that acted like a never-ending maze, you tended to not worry about these things...

And he remained this way, until he placed a hand on his head. His jaw dropped.

His hair was plastic!

Surely nothing could make this day any more of a hell.

If he thought this day was a living hell for him, he should've been in Jessie's mind at the time.

She wanted to slap her hands against her ears as the piercing screechs tore at her ear drums with vigorous pursuit, much like a set of hungry wolves determined to catch their long awaited prey.

Everything seemed to reel around her; but in truth, her entire world was blank, as if someone had personally ripped everything of value away, to leave her life dull and meaningless.

A sharp pain viciously stabbed at nape of her neck, almost as if someone was hammering the bone from the inside.

Her world was completely blank; dark, until everything she could comprehend focused itself on a certain memory; a certain aspect; a certain vision of her mind.

And she was opening the cold locker door.

She was yelling at herself to stop, trying to do anything she could to save herself from facing the evident embarrassment for yet a second time. Flexing her nerves, that usually controlled her arms, to the side, nothing happened. She was able to see everything through her own eyes but this time, she knew what was going to happen next. But it seemed as if her conscience had no control over her past self. Or, if it did, she refused to listen.

'Please!' She urged desperately. 'Don't open it!'

Everything that had just happened was a long-term cause of opening this locker door. Maybe if she just didn't open it, she wouldn't have left and Woody may have found some way to persuade her from going to Mrs Hay's house in the first place.

Maybe if she didn't open it, everything that would proceed would be avoided...?

'Don't open it!' Jessie mentally screamed. If she could speak, she may have well ripped her lungs out from the stress of her screams. 'Please don't open it!'

But the girl wouldn't listen and Jessie was forced through the embarrassment for a second time as the locker door swung open with ease. Just as easily as white stream of the contents flooded out, swamping the floor around her feet like a ghost haunting the killer.

The few seconds of silence that hung in the air seemed to toy with Jessie's patience.

Okay, there was still a way that she could avoid the events that would occur within the next twenty-four hours. If she just ran now, she could maybe avoid all of the embarrassment.

She tried to run, she really did. But her legs seemed to be glued to the floor and she wasn't able to react before the echoing laughter rose within the school hall.

Or maybe if she didn't move at all?

But she still didn't seem to listen as her hands curled into fists. She felt the exact anger overwhelm her for yet a second time.

'Please. Please don't move..'

But that was when Eddie Vast yelled out. And she then realized that Buzz Lightyear's voice wasn't simalar to Edward Vast's; it was exact.

Buzz Lightyear did no longer resemble Eddie Vast; he was Eddie Vast.

"Hey look, the orphan's going to cry! What is she going to do? Go home and cry to her boyfriend?"

Did snapped Jessie's thin line of patience yet again. She wanted to scream. But she couldn't do anything, other than watch and listen.

'Don't move. Just stay here. It can all be avoided...'

But Jessica Jane was at the end of her string and she ran; leading herself into the inevitable fates.

But then the scene merged, and the world seemed much larger. It didn't take much to realize that she was now in toy form. But she had never seen the area around her, in toy or human form.

And she suddenly realized that she was being lifted, out of a bag most likely. The cool Autumn breeze skimmed the edges of her plastic face and if she was human, the hairs on the back of her neck would've stood up; in either fear or anxiousness.

She had no chance to examine the features on the face, of the person who held her, as she was placed into the cramped box. Only the silhouette of the figure was viewable from the slit in the side of the cardboard box.

However, Jessie was unable to make sense of anything at all. She didn't know who the person was, if they were even a human at all. They could've beene a giant toy, a monster? And the space inside the box was too tight for Jessie to withstand as she felt her ice melt. morphing into a pool of hard ice. She had no idea who the person even was, but she still felt all her hopes simmer and die out as she gazed longingly and glumly in the specific direction.

It was as if the figure meant something...or had been something.

And then her mind was blanking itself again. Before she knew it, she opened her eyes to the pitch darkness that surrounded her. She felt herself cowering against the corners of the concealed box. She was far from being accompanied...and had so much longer to wait. Years...

Her breaths deepened and the pace of her heart increased as she drew her plastic hat over her ears. Maybe if she could just get to sleep, she could waste away another terrifying day from the darkness. It was as if she had been in there for years, a decade at the most maybe, and she was already going insane.

"Just get me out," She kept urging anxiously, her voice was a jumble of breathless murmurs. "Please let me out."

Then, after what felt like weeks, the box opened and the light flooded in.

'Finally,' Jessie relieved mentally, believing that she could finally be free from this hell-hole.

But what she didn't realize was that Al wanted his items to be contained in an extra careful way.

She felt her terms coming to an end as the crushing weight of the Styrofoam peanuts halted her lungs...

But then, the scene shifted and all she could see was the fire completely centering her vision; as if it was trying to consume her until there was nothing left.

The blazing heat made her want to scream in terror and everything blanked again for a moment, before she could clearly see the outline of a face within the hearth of the flames, protruding ominously against the blaze.

"Make use of what memory you have Jane," The chilling voice began. "Before its messed with."

Jessie gasped aloud as her eyes widened in terror.

"You think you know him?" The voice asked. "Well we'll see about that..."

'In future times.'

At that moment, Jessie wasn't sure whether she was being forced into the flames, or if the fire was spreading vastly. But eventually, the fire engulfed her entirely.

Her piercing screams remained unheard.

But she really couldn't scream at all.

A/N Mwhahahahaha! I'm evil...even though that wasn't really a cliffhanger...lol!

So, are y'all confused yet? 'Cause I am...sort of. Is it even possible to get confused by your own story? Or is or just me? Hmmm, its probably just me:) Lol!

But I am finding this very interesting to write though. I hope you enjoyed it!:)

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