Disclaimer: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, faved or put this story on alert, it means a lot to me. Unfortunately, I do not own Toy Story. Two fifths of the way there! Not stopping now! Thanks to caralina100 for this idea! All you reviewers are really helpful! Make sure you read to the end, you'll find out why when you get there. Thanks to 'A' for pointing it out that it was psychologist and not physiologist. I knew that I hadn't spelt it right, but I had no idea how to spell it. My mind sort of had a blank moment.

The toys wince as they felt the wince of the garbage bag being thrown on the ground.

Ms Anderson was really taking a step to cure Bonnie of her traumas. She was really throwing them out.

They had to remain in silence, as Bonnie's mother walked away. When they heared her footsteps fade, they all let out a long-awaited gasp.

"Woody!" Jessie yelled in panick. "What are we going to do? She's throwing us out!"

"I think I know that!" Woody snapped.

Jessie was too concerned, about not being sent to the dump again, to react to Woody.

The Sheriff couldn't believe it; they were really being thrown out. He knew that Bonnie was bound to be scared to even touch her toys, but Ms Anderson had no need, at all, to throw them out. They could've been sent to Sunnyside, to a distant cousin. But there was no need to throw them out.

"Woody...?" Dolly asked slowly. "What's going to happen to us?"

He then remembered that the toys, that hadn't previously belonged to Andy, had never experienced the incinerator; they wouldn't want to.

"We're gonna be all right everyone," Woody said hurriedly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "We're gonna be all right."

But he knew that, if they didn't get themselves out of there before they came across the incinerator, they'd be done for. There was no-one to save them this time, the three little aliens were with them.

There was major panic radiating off the toys as they tried to break the bag. After a few moments, they saw it was useless. Ms Anderson had placed the bin bag into another bin bag. So they had two layers of polyester to break through.

"It won't rip!" Hamm said, fiercely dragging his sharp hooves against the material.

"Should I use my tail?" Rex offered, his tone even higher than usual.

"There's no point," Buzz said with a sigh. "There are two layers this time...and it was hard enough last time to break through one."

"Last time?" Chuckles asked in curiosity.

No one responded to his question, but they instead had to force winces away, when the bag was picked up and thrown onto a hard surface. A hard, cold surface.

Realization struck them.

The garbage truck had come.

After around ten minutes of waiting in absolute panic and fear, they felt the bag being tipped downwards, into the dirt, debris and waste of the dump.

Trixie and Rex screamed.

The stress had just about come to Woody, under the current situation and he was just about ready to throttle anyone he could get his hands on.

"It's all my fault," Jessie muttered blankly. "If I-I hadn't clicked on it, then..."

Her voice trailed off as they found themselves hurtling downwards.

It was all her fault, if she hadn't let her curiosity get the better of her, then they wouldn't be in this situation.

Woody's mind was reeling at a pace too fast for him to bear; that was the reason why he didn't tell Jessie that it wasn't her fault. It was simply just an occurrence that any of the toys could've done, that led into a series of chain reactions that led to this.

Her eyes began to glisten, as if she were on the verge of tears. Her breaths began to deepen as she hyperventilated. If Buzz and his glow in the dark suit hadn't been there, then her sanity would have gone completely off of the edge.

She tried to reach out for the Ranger's hand, but she couldn't; all of the toys were tangle in a mess, and she was no where near him.

Some of the toys cried out as the bag landed, on the uneven material, with a hard thump. Mr Potato-head tried to stand up, but the bag rolled down a small trash hill in the process.

Whilst it rolled, a sharp piece of glass ripped the bag open and the toys fumbled out; but not before scratching Jessie's thigh, ripping the fabric slightly. It was only a scratch, but it was enough to cause Jessie to cry out.

This snapped Woody back into reality.

"Jessie!" He yelled and he tried to leap over the pile of toys, over to her. But before he had the chance, they were suddenly pushed forward and they all tumbled onto the conveyor belt.

He choked, before he abruptly shot up, before scanning the area for Jessie.

All of the other toys were now spitting out bits of debris and lazily getting to their feet.

"Right everyone," Buzz began. "We can get out of this, there's a magnet belt ahead, we all need to grab something metal and hold on tight."

After a few moments, they were all under the magnet. Mr and Mrs Potato-head grabbed a pan and they shot up, Rex and Trixie each took a metallic rod, and they shot up as well. Before they all knew it Chuckles, Slinky, Totoro, Hamm, the peas, Dolly, Buzz, Mr Pricklepants, and Buttercup were dangling under the metallic belt.

"Jessie!" Woody yelled.

He then saw her struggling to get up a few feet away from him. He ran over to her and helped her up.

Out of fear, Jessie stared at the rotating spikes, spinning around so fast that they just looked like a blur, in horror.

Woody scanned the area for something metallic.

He eventually spooted a rod, that was twitching, eager to get up to the metallic plate and he grabbed it. He had a firm hold of Jessie's hand.

For some reason, Jessie felt as if there were something emptying inside of her as they shot up. They were almost passed the spikes, when she saw a lump of debris twitch behind them.

Her eyes widened in horror.

"Bullseye!" She yelled and she yanked her hand away from Woody's grip, and she fell to the ground.

She painfully scrambled to her feet, and ran towards Bullseye.

"Jessie!" Woody yelled. At that moment he was absolutely helpless to do anything to try and save Jessie; he and all the other's had already passed over the rotating spikes,

He just had to hope she was quick enough, or else she'll be ripped to shreds.

"Jessie!" Buzz yelled. A few of the others just stared in her direction in absolute horror, their jaws wide open.

Jessie flung the bits of debris to the side, desperately. She tried not to comprehend how close the spikes really were. But it didn't matter if she was ripped to shreds, the only thing that mattered was that she got Bullseye to safety. Maybe the others could find a way to stop the incinerator, since Lotso wasn't here to betray them.

When she spottedm Bullseye, trapped under the debris under her, she pulled out a small metal rod.

She flung the excess debris away, causing just enough room for Bullseye to scramble out.

Bullseye, instinctively, bit the end of a metal rod, and he was about to shoot up, when he stopped himself. Jessie had somehow managed to let go of the rod, without her on it.

His eyes widened when he saw how close they were to the spikes.

"Bullseye go!" Jessie yelled.

He shook his head; he wasn't leaving without her.

"Bullseye! I said go!"

She was too far away to hold onto Bullseye.

"Bullseye! Just go!" Jessie yelled and he shook his head. "Please?"

His eyes began to glisten and Jessie could see that he wasn't going to go up to the magnet unless she was with him.

But Jessie loved him too much to allow him to do that.

With one last attempt, Jessie leaped towards Bullseye and she whacked his foot to the side, causing him to lose his balance.

He was unwillingly sent flying upwards, and he just missed the spikes by the skin of his teeth. Bullseye's eyes were shut tightly as her deafening scream echoed.

By now Woody had tears in his eyes.

"Jessie!"

No-one else was able to speak, but they instead stared in horror for moments, watching the flames largen, until the heat became unbearable.

None of them were even able to think properly. Jessie was dead, that was just simply too much to handle. They saw no point in trying to get out.

Their screams were muffled and crackled, as they were engulfed in flames.

Death came very slowly.

Bullseye woke with a start.

For a brief moment, he thought they were all dead, he thought that Jessie was dead.

His eyes glistened.

But when he looked around, he saw that all of the toys were in Bonnie's toy box. As per usual, Buzz and Woody were on the bed with Bonnie.

He felt something move towards his left.

"Bullseye, are you okay?" Jessie asked.

Bullseye had never been so happy to hear her voice.

He leaped on her and licked her face, causing her to giggle slightly.

"Okay, okay, okay Bullseye," She said. "Down boy, down."

Bullseye did as he was told, and she sat up.

"You seem to be in a very cheerful mood this morning." Jessie commented, with a smile. It wasn't as if she didn't mind though.

He was.

But he still felt tired, so he curled up next to Jessie, leaning against her chest and his eyes beamed up to her.

She stroked his mane and very soon, she fell asleep.

As his mind wandered back to his nightmare, a sudden thought occurred to him.

Yeah...maybe he shouldn't have eaten so much toothpaste.

A/N Had you for a moment there didn't I? You thought it was all real, didn't y'all? I, of course, would never make that real. Jessie is wayto awesome to be killed off. And if you think about it, it would be sort of hard to write 51 more moments, when Bonnie knows there alive. In case any of you forgot or skipped some chapters, the end of this chapter refers back to 'Spring Fever' when Bullseye ate three tubes of toothpaste.

Hope I had you!

Wow, never thought I'd ever get so far with this story, seriously, I didn't think I'd get this far.

Thanks again to caralina100 for this idea!

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