Disclaimer: No, I don't own The Brave Little Toaster as I've already said many times before.


The big dark clouds high above from a fierce thunderstorm that once pelleted the silent forest moments ago had since faded away into the summer night. I sighed deeply in sorrow as I stood there all alone near a massive puddle of water (my biggest fear) left behind by the rain.

All hope I'd previously held of finding our beloved master in those big city lights quickly draining from my heavy 'heart' like a low battery in desperate need of a recharge. Blanky was lost within the big gust of wind that ripped through our campsite, and poor Lampy for all I knew was gone indefinitely after a huge lightning strike struck him while bravely trying to recharge our only power source.

His chance of survival was definitely slim.

It'd been approximately two hours since the incident occurred (well, it clearly feels that way at least). Not only was I still left downright speechless by Lampy's sudden act of kindness, but sadly we were still nowhere closer to our destination.

I could already feel a massive wave of guilt wash over me. If only we've all stayed back at the cottage like Kirby originally indented, then I most certainly wouldn't have anything to feel so discouraged about right now. Even Radio who had been formerly cracking jokes about us being stranded out here moments ago during the storm had turned down the volume rapidly in response to 'seeing' Lampy's serious injuries right there in front of us.

I wouldn't let go of my determination though and did previously mention that I'm gonna go on the dangerous journey with or without my pals no matter the decision. End of discussion!

The little lonely flower I had encountered in the meadow that same day brought enough grief, and it really didn't help said flower had the exact same shade of yellow like Blanky did.

What have I done?

This was all my fault. Every single bit of it. I never should've acted so indifferent toward him during our first night away from the cottage to embark on our important mission.

It was my wake-up call (just like the storm after awakening from a bizarre dream that literally went up in smoke involving our master I rather not speak about), and I heard it loud and clear.

He needed companionship, not loneliness. Poor Blanky didn't deserve such a harsh punishment. He must be so traumatized wherever he is out there in this big scary forest.

Who would master snuggle up with during frigid winter nights? It wasn't our prime directive.

Ugh, somebody please wake me from this never-ending nightmare. Enough is enough. If there was anything I've learned about being in charge, its sometimes leadership has its problems. Radio, our navigator and travelling expert, had a much stronger chance of being a better leader than me. He was a mountaineer-or so he says constantly.

A yawn of deep exhaustion escaped me, yet I shook it off. Under no circumstances would I allow myself to doze off until I had some kind of sign Lampy was alive. It may sound preposterous, but I wasn't gonna surrender what little hope I had left.

No matter how heavy my eyelids felt from fatigue, or sleep deprived I may be right now I must fight the urge to fall asleep. Stay alert, Toaster. Your friends are counting on you.

Radio kindly volunteered to tag alongside me in case I gotten lost (honestly, I think he was growing suspicious of my actions at this point), but I politely demanded both he and Kirby stay put in case Lampy woke up, and simply because I needed time alone to calm my worrisome mind of emotional distress.

Maybe do some more sightseeing if there's anything else to see besides trees or grassy fields.

A little glow of bright light soon interrupted my train of thought. I shield my bloodshot misty eyes, then sadly looked up to see dozens of fireflies all around me. Their tiny wings fluttered in the calm summer breeze without a care. If only I could join them in their freedom from fear and responsibility.

Remembering our private conversation earlier about warm toasty feelings, and just how much Lampy adored light a lone tear slid down my faceplate.

How I wish I could save him. He would help chase away the pain in my darkest hours. Sure, Lampy might not be the brightest in intelligence. He is still one of my dearest friends though.

Just as I was about to turn around and trudge back down the pathway, I could instantly hear Radio's voice call far out in the distance.

"Attention please! Toaster, come quick! It's Lampy. He's alive!"

To be continued?


AN: Just a little what if/'deleted movie scene' told from Toaster's POV that I've written over the summer as to what happened shortly after Lampy's brave sacrifice during the infamous thunderstorm. It's a bit shorter than my other stories for this underrated fandom, but I didn't really plan on expanding this too much. Since we didn't get to see what occurred after that scene, I thought it'd be fun to write my thoughts on the situation. What do you guys think happens next right after Lampy wakes up from his near-death experience?

Be sure to check out my other Brave Little Toaster fics if you haven't already or you're a fan of the trilogy. They are worth the read if you've got some spare time on your hands. I may do some more adventures with the beloved appliance gang in the near future, but since this site isn't very active nowadays and I'm finally moving on from writing stuff here, I'll totally be posting them up on my DeviantArt account with all my other Toaster content if you're interested.

Thanks for reading. :)