Goal: update my toy story stories. Sorry for the delay!

"How much longer are we gonna be in here!" Jessie screeched one day, banging her two fists on a side of the box. Al put their box into a closet six months ago so that they didn't sit in the middle of his apartment.

"Calm down, Jessie." Said a voice somewhere else in the closed spaced. She assumed it was the Prospector, only because it was the two of them and Bullseye. She wouldn't have known otherwise because they were in pitch darkness.

"Calm down…calm down!" Jessie screamed. "I have seen nothing but darkness for the past six months. I need light. I need air."

"You're a toy, Jessie. You don't need oxygen." Stinky Pete said.

"You get what I mean." Jessie retorted. She sat in a corner of the box, clinging her knees to her chest.

"Trust me, Woody will be found soon enough."

Jessie nodded and drifted off to sleep. Her dream took her onto a blank, black page. She ran nowhere in particular, but there was nothing put pitch darkness. Out of nowhere, she began to fall downwards, as if going down a black slide. When she finally landed, clear walls-that the darkness showed through-surrounded her in a box form. The more she pushed on a wall, the closer the sides pushed together, becoming smaller and smaller. Jessie stopped struggling and sat in a ball, but the walls kept pushing, until it was cramped enough that she couldn't move an inch. She let out a blood-curdling scream, in and out of her dream.

"Bullseye, Bullseye. Go comfort the poor child." The prospector pleaded. Bullseye nodded in agreement and nuzzled his nose to Jessie's face. Jessie's eyes opened and became wide. She pet Bullseye's mane.

"Thanks, Boy." She said gratefully. Jessie looked around and realized that her reality became a dream, or a nightmare.

"You're giving us quite a scare, child. Are you alright?"

"Actually, I'm not. I swear, if I don't get out of here now, I will go crazy, Prospector." Jessie said shakily.

Bullseye stood up and tried to tip the box over. He felt bad for his friend and needed to do something. He wanted to open the door for her. Jessie saw this and felt bad for putting her horse in pain. "Thanks, Bullseye. But I'll be alright."

Months went by, about thirteen. Jessie kept having nightmares, but kept it low-key as to not scare Bullseye again. But the feeling of being trapped never left her mind. One day, the closet was opened and the toys became lifeless. Al took the box out and Jessie's stitches tightened. She was out. Woody was here. But he wasn't. It was a toy repairer. Before Jessie had time to think about who was outside the box, a long, bony hand grabbed her gently around the waist. He had a long, thin nose and big, wide glasses. "She needs a few touches." The guy's voice was crisp and worn. He turned to Al. "It'll cost you a little, though." Al nodded vigorously as the man set up his workshop.

Jessie was set up in a miniature barber's chair and a mini apron was tied around her neck. A big magnifying glass was placed at an angle above Jessie's face. First the repairer used a duster to clean her face and outfit from being in the closet for all that time. Then, her lips were polished with the original shade of pink-red. The final touch was simple, but took a long time. The toy repairer carefully strung thread through a needle and sewed millimeter-sized stitches along Jessie's shoulder, where a miniature, hard-to-see rip was. Jessie felt a wave of guilt as her shoulder was being re-sewed.

She got that rip one day in the park, when she was riding Emily piggy-back style, with Emily's hands holding Jessie's legs. With Jessie on her back, Emily leaped off the tire swing and started to run in the open field. That was when Jessie's shoulder stuck to a very thin branch hanging off an oak tree, and then the stitches broke. Emily didn't notice 'til that night, when she did a poor job trying to sew her on her own. Emily was proud she "fixed" her best friend on her own, and told Jessie so. Metaphorically, officially closing the rip was like closing Jessie's old life all together. Jessie mentally shook her head, 'No.' she thought. 'That part of my life has been over for a long time already.'

Once the man was done, he unstrapped the apron from Jessie's plastic neck and took her out of the chair. Before Jessie's eyes, the little barber shop was compacted into a mini suitcase. The two grown men walked out of the room with Al pleading, "C'mon, Bill, gimme a discount! I thought we were pals…"

Jessie sat up on the desk where Bill placed her and pasted on a wide grin. "I'm out!" she exclaimed

She climbed the edge of the box and peered in to see Bullseye and the Prospector smiling back at her. "I'm out! I'm out!" she reiterated many times before her boot lost its grip on the cardboard and the cowgirl feel forward into the box. "I'm in…" she grumbled and crossed her arms. Unfortunately, there was no time to tip the box over because Al came storming back in, muttering, "Thirty-bucks to use a sewing needle and thread!" A loud ring was coming from Al's pocket.

"What is it!" he snapped. "Oh, um, I didn't know it was you-…yes of course sir…I just need a little more time…I assure you, sir, I have the entire collection. I just need to…yes sir, two more weeks is perfect, sir…check is fine, sir…Thank you!" He hung up the phone and hastily stormed out of the room. Jessie took this opportunity to knock into a side of the box and knock it over. With no such luck, Bullseye ducked under Jessie's jumping legs and gave her a boost.

"Thanks boy!" she said, petting his mane before she climbed over the edge. From the edge of the box, she saw a bright light reflected inside the room from a large window. Jessie craved to be in the center of that light; she needed it. So she shakily ran towards a chair and had enough momentum to jump on it, and from there she climbed on top of the windowsill. Bullseye joined her a few minutes later and they sat in silence

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Al was caught in Saturday traffic when he tried to get on the highway, so he turned his car around, looking for a back way around town. While driving, he went up a local street and saw tables filled with old junk. 'Old junk,' he thought, 'means cheap gifts.' So he parked his car a few houses away, so it looked like he was already in the neighborhood and only came across the yard sale by coincidence. He picked up a few cheap necessities, when…

"There's a snake in my boot!"

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Jessie and Bullseye sat in silence, that's how they hard the loud pitter-patter of footsteps in Al's office. Bullseye jumped up and when he saw Jessie did not do the same, he got under her and then galloped back to the box, not realizing Jessie did not move on purpose. But before she could get a word in edge-wise, kind-hearted Bullseye decided to help Jessie and pushed her into the box using his nose. Bullseye hopped in to, and with no time for Jessie to argue, Al walked in. He was there for a matter of minutes, before he started yelling into his phone again, this time about work, put on his chicken suit, and slammed the door behind him.

The toys in storage heard another toy's gasps and its footsteps, which were assumed to be trying to find an exit. Jessie's hope increased. "Go investigate, boy!" she told Bullseye, forgetting why she was mad in the first place. Bullseye nodded and jumped out of the box, this time, in his excitement, foam pieces were bounced out of the box and onto the floor.

A lot of commotion happened in the last few minutes. "Heal, boy! HEAL!" yelled the new toy as he was flung into a wall. Before he could get up, Jessie, with her newfound strength, jumped onto the Prospector's box and then jumped out of the cardboard. She turned her head upside down so it was the same way as the cowboy. It was him.

And with a blood-pressure rising yell, Jessie screamed, "YEE-HAW!"

And the rest of the story is known.

Hope everyone enjoyed my take on Jessie!