Warning Number One: This chapter might completely ruin this fic for a lot of people. I apologize for that. I thought it was cool but I can understand why others would think it stupid.

Warning Number Two: I haven't written anything for a while (part of it is because I've been super busy with work and academics and part of it is because I'm super sad at the madness going on in the world. I work retail and it's really hard to see people's stupidity at times.)

Chapter Twelve

Andy's breathing was shallow and he still hadn't woken up. Woody was trying to think of a way to get him to forget about the toys and concentrate on his own strength but it was hard to both leave him and find a way to get back to the house. Instead he usually lay limp at Andy's side as the doctors and nurses checked over him. He kept looking up at the slightly older face of the teenager who had given him away and the much older face of the little boy who had sewn his arm up.

Woody hoped with his whole being that Andy would pull through. He loved this man as his close friend, his ally, someone who had chosen him as the favorite and the leader of the other toys. He watched as the doctors again monitored his body and when they looked away with saddened expressions, he felt a deep pain within him.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Davis, we're losing him," the doctor said and Woody felt his heart in deep pain. If only he hadn't spoken to Andy in the first place, if only he hadn't told him about the toys, if only he had done something, anything, to stop him. "It will only be a couple of hours."

Molly broke down sobbing heavily. How could it have gotten so bad when he had been such a fighter before? Why wasn't he fighting now? He wanted to do something but this wasn't the time to expose himself. Instead he gripped onto Andy's thumb with his hands hoping somehow that he would recover and prove everyone wrong.

"Andy," Woody whispered, "Come on, you can do this, you can show them."

There were faint beeps from his heart and he felt cold. He had been surviving fine and then Woody had come into his life and this was his fault. This was all his fault. Woody looked up as he saw another doctor approach and she looked so familiar to him. He didn't know how but this woman felt safe as if he knew her before, as if he had had another life before.

"Hello, Woody," she whispered in a way that nobody else would be able to hear. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, your son is a special person," she said as she placed a hand on Andy's head and then his heart, "but there are only a few things that we can do for him." Woody felt Andy's breath shallow even further and then he heard the sound of the long beep and the doctor only pretended to try to resuscitate him, she was saying words under her breath which he didn't comprehend.

"ut vivant, intrabit in mundo nugas. ut vivant, intrabit in mundo nugas"

Woody stared up at her as she repeated those words. He heard the sound of grief from the three women who Andy had loved most and found his own grief. Wherever he ended up was fine but he had done this. He had been responsible for this. Andy had been surviving and he had ruined his life and led him to die. "I'm sorry, partner," he whispered as he turned his head to face Andy's side.

TSTSTSTS

Woody heard Andy's mother's voice a couple of hours later and realized that he was lying in an empty bed. He remained flopped on his side so as not to draw unwanted attention but then heard the words Andy's mother was saying to that very familiar doctor. "What are you talking about!? Where is my son's body!?" she panicked. "You can't just have lost his body. His body belongs to me, it's always belonged to me. He's my baby."

Woody felt the deep pain in his body. Not only had Andy died but his body had become missing. What kind of world was this? Maybe he could talk to Claire, that was his only chance. As Woody tried to figure this out in his head, he heard the covers move and his eyes widened as he looked at what was the same design and size as a Ken doll but instead of actually being a Ken doll, the doll was so close to Andy, the same facial features, same body proportions but miniature.

"An—dy," he asked with a dropped jaw as he saw the doll look around completely stunned. He looked at his plastic hands, turning them, and Woody could hear his breaths racing. Was this Andy or was this a doll someone had crafted to take that appearance? He was even wearing an outfit very characteristic of what he had seen his owner wearing before.

He saw the doll look at him and his eyes widened as they remained hidden under the blanket on the bed.

"Why…are you so…big?" Andy asked before his breath started racing again. "No. No. No. This can't be…am I…am I a…toy?" he asked as he looked at his legs and panicked even more not knowing truly how to use them with so many less joints. "Am I?" he asked desperately.

Woody rushed over to him seeing the extreme pain on his face. He grabbed his former-owner and still friend by the shoulders. "You have to calm down. You have to," he said as he tried to take charge of what was happening. Woody heard a nurse approaching the bed. "Drop down. Act limp. You're a toy, you can't let them see you move. We'll do it together."

"I can't do…what?" Andy whispered but as the nurse took the blanket off of the bed, he felt a natural instinct to freeze and act limp as if he had been programmed to do it. He could only look up as he remained on his side. He saw the nurse's hand and tried to keep calm as she moved him to a side table. She moved Woody next but he still was panicking. He had been turned into a toy? How had he become a toy?

"Wait," Molly said as she rushed over to him and picked him up in her hand, studying him with wide eyes. Andy let his fear keep him frozen, even as he looked forward at his sister's gigantic face, he had the same expression. Molly was staring at the doll in horror and had moved to the side of the room and turned her back to everyone else. She moved Andy's body in the only ways you could move a Ken doll but never turned his head to the back. She started to have a panic attack but when her mother approached her, she tried to calm down and stuffed the new toy Andy into her jacket pocket aside a used tissue and a few wrapped candies.

"What do you have there, Molly?" her mother asked and Molly looked at her in horror but it was quickly mistaken for grief.

"Bathroom," she whispered. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"It's down the hall," the nurse said to her and Andy's mother walked over to Woody with tears streaming down her face. She took the doll in her arms and held it close. He was a family toy. He had been Andy's pride and joy and it was incredible he had found the same one but she recognized his stitching.

TSTSTSTS

Molly rushed into the restroom. Despite it having multiple stalls in it, she was relieved that it was empty and went to lock the door so no one could come in. She sat on the floor despite what germs might be there and took the doll out of her pocket. "What the hell is this!?" she yelled as she looked at him in shock. "Who the…is this a…"

"Molly," Andy whispered and Molly dropped him on the floor, pushing her back to the wall. Had that doll just spoken in her big brother's voice. How had he done that? Andy moved up to sit as best as he could in his new form and Molly started trembling, she tried to scream but it wouldn't come out. "I don't…" Andy tried to say, "I don't want to…scare you…I'm sorry…"

Molly wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to control her fear. Tears ran down her face. "I've lost it. I've lost my mind. I…I…"

"I'm sorry," Andy said quickly before he fell limp again. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he didn't move. He hated the terrified appearance of his younger sister. Maybe if she really thought she had a moment of hallucination she would feel better.

Molly slowly approached the doll and picked him up extremely carefully. "No…" she said as she looked him over and then grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up where his shirt had become slightly damp. "No, I'm…" She bent his legs and sat him down, propped against a wall next to the mirror. She took a slow breath. "Andy?" she squeaked out. "Are you…are you alive? Is this you? Are you my brother?"

"Yes," Andy whispered with only his mouth moving. Molly felt more tears in her eyes. "I don't want to scare you. I won't move," he told her and Molly looked at him and the plastic body he now had. She touched his shirt and jacket, straightening them for him before she smoothed down his pants and slipped his plastic shoes on and off.

"Please move, I can prepare myself," she tried to promise him and Andy managed to – with a lot of effort – get up to stand in front of her. Molly felt her eyes fill with even more tears if that was possible. Molly reached out her hand to him. "Here," she said as she saw him reach out a plastic hand and place it on her fingertip. "No, please get on my hand," she whispered. "I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you."

She saw his hesitation as he climbed onto her hand and then sat down as she lifted him up to face her. She cried again. "I'm sorry," she said to him before pulling him close to her chest. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure that you're safe. Nothing's going to hurt you anymore," she attempted to promise him. She heard someone tugging at the door trying to get in and quickly went to unlock it .She felt Andy's new body fall limp in her hand as if he was truly the toy he looked like.

She quickly left the room and held the unmoving doll in front of her. "Bro?" she asked as she moved his arms and legs. "Are you still in there?" she asked as she started to cry again.

"Molly, yes," he whispered but didn't move. "But I'm a doll. I have to act like a doll."

Molly shook her head. "No. We have to tell Mom. You're always going to be my big brother, you're always going to be a part of our family. I have to tell Mom this," she said and Andy hesitated. How would his mother react to this? How would Claire react to this? Would they just toss him into a box or shove him into a drawer now he wasn't human. Molly pulled him to her chest. "You're okay. You're safe. I'll protect you."

She returned to the hospital room where only her mother was still holding the Woody doll. "M-Mom," Molly stuttered as she took a couple of steps forward. "I have to show you something. Don't…don't be scared…try not to be scared…"

Mrs. Davis looked at her with the only expression a loving mother could have when she had witnessed the death of her baby boy. Soon Claire would be back and Molly felt that it might be best for her not to know. "Mom," Molly whispered before holding Andy out and saw the horror on her mother's face. Andy still remained perfectly still. "I know what happened to Andy's body."

End of Chapter Twelve

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