A/N: About a year or two later and I'm finally re-booting this story. I've been doing that a lot lately.
Rating: K+ Main POV: Jessie's Words: 500+
One-shot
Jessie sat in the dark box; the same one that had tormented her for so many years already. It horrified her because during this deafening silence, she had time to think, and had time to remember. She had lost so much in the past few years, her owner, the life she knew, and her happiness for that matter. For the little doll whose home was once a thrift shop, those things were what made up her life, her very existence, but without them... Well, she didn't know what to do without them. She was so reliant on them, that even in her dreams, she would dream of the day Emily had gotten her, and sometimes, she would stay in a dream so long that she was able to dream her life all over again. Every hug, sleepover, tear, secret, confession, stage, every thing that had happened to Emily that she just so happened to share.
Suddenly, the packing peanuts around her jolted awake as her good friend Bulls-Eye moved in his sleep. He would never know this, but it always woke her up from her dream and would plunge her back into a cruel reality. The warmth of the dream sun and Emily's embrace would vanish, not slowly fade as it had first been, but would vanish away from her all together and left behind an empty feeling. She never let Bulls-Eye know what it did to her. She always cried in silence so he could not hear her. She didn't want him to worry about her. She would be fine eventually, because she knew that hopefully, they wouldn't be in that box forever.
She sighed heavily, not trying to mask her noises this time when she remembered she had heard that if they were a complete set the would leave storage and go to a museum in Japan. She had such high hopes of finally seeing the light of day again. She let her hopes get so high, the day she had heard this news all of 7 years ago, but they were all crushed with each passing year. Every year when she heard the final chimes of midnight on the TV each New Year, those hopes were dimmed. Every midnight, She wished to be free again. That they would finally become a complete set and she could leave that horrible storage box. Even if it was just in a clear glass case. To her, even if she got to see the sun again, or at least see a child's face again. As long as she could see anything but darkness again, then to her that was freedom.
The door of the apartment opened then it closed. It was Al again, whose steps sounded lighter today. He was humming a tune, a tune that sounded like that of the television series Jessie's character had originated from. She only heard him hum this tune one other time, and that was wen he had found Bulls-Eye. A member of a complete set...
In her surprise, she did not hear Al leaving the room, or see Bulls-Eye jump out of the box or the sunlight that flooded in. She was numb to the change that went on while in the box, so she did not get her hopes up. It wasn't she finally heard a startled yelp that came around and saw the sun, and felt the cold air on her face. She heard a voice yelling in the distance. A voice that she recognized from the old episodes of that God forsaken cartoon. Finally, after all of those years of waiting-
Her hopes rose.