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As Buzz and Woody got ready to go into the cold, Bo Peep looked to them in concern.
"I don't think it's a good idea for Buz to go with you with all that cold air." Bo sighed.
"Look, there's no telling what Jessie's going through." Buzz said.
"If anything, since Woody has known Jessie like a little sister," Hamm said. "So he should go."
"She's not a baby." Woody said, annoyed. "Why do you think she's like a baby sister to me?"
"Well, let's face it, she's terrified of the dark," Mr. Potato Head said.
"And she's afraid of closed spaces," Slinky said.
"Look if it means that much to you, Woody can check on her while I make sure the room doesn't fall into chaos." Buzz said, getting frustrated. "But seriously, how bad of a situation could Jessie be in?"
Speaking of Jessie, she was dumbstruck in her former owner's basement. She couldn't believe it, thousands of her, they all look exactly like her, from her hat down to her shoes, they were perfectly identical to her.
"Why is there so many of you?" Jessie asks.
"We were at a toy store shelf for years after your show ended, and some got bought. We were put into storage until Emily's husband bought us out of there. Since then, we've been living here since Emily moved here." One of the other Jessie dolls said. "Being there for Joan and Kate when they need us."
"That actually explains a lot," Jessie said, surprised. "So, I just came by to check on Emily, so if you could..."
Some of the Jessies got in her way as one of them said, "Actually that's not a good idea."
"Why not?" Jessie asks.
"I don't think you should."
"Look, I've known Emily longer than you guys. The sooner I check on her, the sooner we can wrap this up." Jessie said, heading upstairs.
"She's going through an awful lot right now." 2 Jessies said, insistently.
"What do you mean?" Jessie asks, shrugging.
"Let's just say that separation can be hard to deal with for people." A Jessie doll shrugged.
"Speaking of things that are hard to deal with," Another Jessie Doll asks, "Why were you hyperventilating?"
"I'm not used to the dark..." Jessie said, blushing in embarrassment and shame.
"You're kidding?" The red-headed cowgirl's doppelgangers said, confused.
"I was in storage for years all by myself...so...there you go," Jessie said, feeling awkward.
"Wait, why do you wanna check on Emily?"
"I used to be her Jessie doll when she was growing up. I just wanted to see how her family was doing."
"NO!" All the Jessies said, insistingly as they yanked her by the collar. "You shouldn't!"
"Oh, come on," Jessie said, getting out of the collar grip, getting annoyed with herself. "Even Woody isn't this paranoid!"
"Woody?" A Jessie Doll said, confused. The other Jessie dolls looked to Jessie in confusion. "There wasn't a Woody doll or a Bullseye Doll around here."
"Where have you been?" Two Jessie dolls ask.
"Well, after being in storage, there was this guy named Al McWhiggin who collected all the Woody's Roundup merchandise, and..." Jessie said, starting to get nervous. She's starting to go down some memory lane, and not in a good way. Frightened, Jessie starts to hyperventilate.
"Is everything okay?" A Jessie doll asks.
"Yeah..." Jessie replies, hyperventilating. "I'm fine...I just need some air, girls."
Jessie jogs to the underneath of the air-hockey table in fright, confusing her doppelgangers, and concerning them to no end.
"You never forget kids like, Emily or...Andy...But they forget you."
"Hard to forget about heartbreak, isn't it?" Another Jessie doll was heard, spooking Jessie to no end as she looked to a flashlight and turned it on, and saw another Jessie Doll, only this one's different. Her hair is black, her hat is black, her shirt is purple with a pink belt, and her pants were dark blue. And she had black lipstick on. This didn't help Jessie at all as she shrieked in fear.
"What happened to you?!" Jessie said. "And why do you look like Winona Ryder?!"
"Well, one Emily's daughter had a goth girl for a friend, one day, she came over to play and attempted to "decorate us", by changing some of us into this for Halloween," Goth Jessie said, annoyed. "It was only one of us, that would be me, before Joan was really mad at her friend for doing this. She stopped, but my look was completed, Joan promised to find a way to clean me back to the way I was so I could be like the others, but unfortunately, the look was permanent. Worst part, her friend tossed me underneath here."
"I'm sorry to hear that..." Jessie sighed. "How long have you been stuck here?"
"Since Halloween." Goth Jessie bowed her head.
"There's one thing I'm confused about...what's going on with Emily?" Jessie sighed.
"They're trying to keep you from figuring it out?" Goth Jessie said. "Emily and her husband are separated."
Jessie's jaw drops in shock. There's something she's got to do. Well, that may be ruined by...
"Hello?" A familiar cowboy was heard.
"Woody?!" Jessie yelped. This isn't going to be easy to talk about.