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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all?
I would like to thank Caralina100 for the inspiration for this idea! (Even though it's not exact...) A/N
When it came to the aspects of rest and slumber in the world, the same conclusion applied to both humans and toys; they needed sleep.
And, whilst they all needed sleep, the aspect often tended to lead to be disappealing for everyone. Since, when you had dreams, you had nightmares as well.
Now, whilst the nightmares from toy to toy, in Bonnie's room, varied, it still horrified them in different ways.
The toy with the worst nightmares often tended to be Bullseye. His nightmares protruded against the nightmares of all the others and, even though he hadn't mentioned them to anyone, it involved every single one of them.
It was the nightmare of which he had been unlucky enough to go through after he ate the three tubes of toothpaste in Bonnie's bathroom. But boy did eating the Raspberry flavoured toothpaste turn out to be a huge mistake. And because of this mistake, the nightmare became reoccurring, often striking him on what had once seemed to be a wonderful day, until the nightmare ruins it.
But it was lucky for Bullseye that Jessie was almost always beside him to comfort him after his terrifying slumber.
Bullseye woke with a slight start, Jessie's piercing scream still ripping through his ear drums; the flames of the power still implanted within his vision; the hopelessness he had once felt still clear within his mind.
However, his abrupt awaking instantly woke Jessie up and she was now staring at him in deep concern.
"What's wrong Bullseye?" Jessie asked softly, quiet enough so that she wouldn't wake the others, but definitely loud enough for Bullseye to hear her comforting tone of voice. "Did you have another nightmare?"
Bullseye nodded quickly, before he lifted his head to lick Jessie's cheek. She smiled softly at this and chuckled a sigh of relief, before she wrapped her arms around Bullseye's stuffed body. She didn't mention Bullseye's nightmare any further; she didn't ask him about his nightmare; and she certainly didn't try to get any information from the horse either.
But, to be honest, she was glad that she was able to comfort him. Still not glad that Bullseye had the nightmare in the first place, but she was grateful to the fact that Bullseye allowed her to comfort him the way she was.
So Bullseye snuggled against her restful figure as he wiped the memories of the nightmare from his mind.
Even though Bullseye was the sufferer of the worst nightmares, Mr Pricklepants was forced through heart-breaking nightmares. Which would only make the other roll their eyes when they find out what he woke up muttering the next morning.
His nightmares often tended to involve character death, and not only character death, but also Play Writer death; the worst death of them all...
"Oh Christchurch of Edinburgh," Mr Pricklepants murmured anxiously, with his claws pressed against his temples; trying to eradicate every trace of that nightmare from his mind, having just woke up from the worst in his life. "How on Earth could I have let this happen?"
At this, most of the other toys in the toy box gazed at him expectantly, their eyebrows arched towards the shocked Porcupine.
"I didn't even know it was physically possible for Zombies to rise from their grave and kill William Shakespear. Oh it was so awful!"
"What are you talking about?" A tired Hamm asked.
"German Zombies killed Shakespear!" Mr Pricklepants, still buried within his state of shock, exclaimed.
However, at this, the others burst into laughter.
"I hardly think this is funny." Mr Pricklepants exclaimed in disgust, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just woken from a nightmare. "The greatest Poet in the world in now dead! A-and I abandoned him to save Feste... What am I going to do?"
Hamm could only sigh at this.
"You do know that he's been dead for like four hundred years, right?" Hamm asked.
Boy did Mr Pricklepants now look embarrassed.
"Oh...well, he hasn't died in our hearts."
Hamm groaned as he rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to have some words with Rex and Trixie later that morning for ruining his sleep.
It looked as if someone had been watching a bit to much Call of Duty...
However, some other toys had nightmares about situations their mind mentally engaged through, in a rather self-obsessed way.
Over the years, Hamm had been carrying all the spare coins, and this gave him a sense of pride. And he often took the fact that he was with something so personal to granted.
But then his nightmare would leave him terrified, and would severely make him doubt if he should ever be trusted with something so personal as spare change.
Hamm awoke with a shocked gasp, his breaths heavy and deep as his mind reeled.
Sighing in relief, he soon realized that he was no longer falling towards a certain death, of which would certainly shatter his porcelian body.
His nightmare had been horrible: If the fact that Bonnie had chosen to no longer use the piggybank hadn't been enough, then the fact that she had knocked him off the desk intentionally certainly tugged at his strings.
But it was just a silly nightmare. Nevertheless, it was still pretty unsettling.
But little did the piggy bank realize that he had woken Mr Potato-head, who was currently staring at him in concern. Usually Mr Potato-head would be the first one to burst into a fit of laughter; but, given the fact that they had recently endured the terror of the incinerator, Mr Potato-head was able to overlook the fact and force the laughter away.
"Hey," The Spud began in concern. "Are you all right there?"
Hamm's eyes widened in horror as he lifted his head to gape at Mr Potato-head, coming into realization that he was never going to hear the end of this.
However, noticing Mr Potato-head's look of worry etched across his eyes, Hamm was able to relax.
"Yeah," Hamm murmured. "I'm okay."
"That's good."
Smiling at Mr Potato-head's current act of kindness, Hamm rested his head back down on the ground as he let his eyes close.
'But with other toys, thier nightmares involved those that meant the most to them; the ones they never took for granted; the ones that they never used to have.
For example, Mr Potato-head often dreams of being in the Incinerator control room; the knobs and levers facing him ominously. However, he is the only living source currently in the room. He had been the only one with control.
And he had dream that his kids (the aliens and the recently adopted peas) and his wife were all struggling to climb up the debris of ashes; the broken particles of what once used to be toys. He didn't even have the faintest clue of how he even got there in the first place. But this wasn't what mattered at that moment. He had to find someway to stop it.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he had been unable to find the right lever and could only turn his gaze away in horror as his family were engulfed in the deathly flames.'
Mr Potato-head woke up with a loud gasp, unwillingly waking up his wife beside him as the nightmare reeled within his mind, almost as fresh as he had been when he was first opened from his toy box.
"What's wrong darling?" Mrs Potato-head asked in concern as she looked up to her quivering husband.
"Erm..." Mr Potato-head began, the sight of his wife causing the recollection of his nightmare to fade into a speck of dust that was currently being swept away by vicious winds.
His nightmare had been beyond terrifying, almost obliterating his wits entirely, but his nerves were filled with a sense of relief when he saw his wife. And boy was he grateful that it had all been a dream.
"Are you all right?"
When he finally had the chance to catch his breath, Mr Potato-head smiled.
"I'm better than all right." He told her as he wrapped his lanky arm over her body. It wasn't long before they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
'For a woman with the heart of Mrs Potato-head, she'd always be able to find a special place in her heart for every single individual (of who she cared for).
And her worst nightmare, we being torn away from her family like a leaf could be ripped away from a weak twig during a vigorous storm. Her worst nightmare was having her family torn apart by anger and hatred.'
Mrs Potato-head awoke with a start, her plastic insides pounding like a busy set of storms as her eyes adjusted to the surroundings of the toy box.
She sighed in relief when she saw that everyone was still here, instead of being torn right away from her unfairly. Looking to her left, she saw her husband nestled beside her, just as everyone else were currently scattered around the box.
So she smiled, before snuggling back into her husbands embrace, grateful for the fact that everyone was still here, and not away from her.
'Slinky had always been a dog who remained loyal to Woody. Well...as loyal as he could. He liked to think of himself as Woody's 'trusted' one.
But what if Woody no longer trusted him anymore?
This was what lead to become Slinky's worst nightmare.'
"Whoah!" Slinky exclaimed as he woke with a start, waking the sleepy Sheriff up in the process. It took the slinky dog a few moments to realize that it had all been a nightmare, Woody still did trust him.
"What's wrong?" Woody asked as he yawned from tiredness. Even though he wasn't annoyed at that moment, he sure was tired.
"Oh...it's nothin'"
"Well...if you're sure, then I might just..." Woody began, but had been too tired to murmur the rest as he quickly fell asleep.
Smiling, Slinky then rested his head on Woody's thighs and fell asleep quickly.
'The three little aliens were often quiet, and never really made a big deal out of anything. They went along with everything without much said between them. But it was agreed that they had played a big part in saving the life's of the other toys, of which used to belong to Andy.
But what if they hadn't? What if they hadn't managed to get to them in time? What if they had never payed back their father?; this was their worst fears.'
"Ah!" One of the aliens exclaimed, in a rather robotic way as they woke from the horrible nightmare.
It was rather ironic that they always seemed to have the same dreams. So it had been no surprise when they shared nervous glances with each other, exchanging the fact that they all feared the same thing.
So, making a mental agreement with each other, they then headed towards their father, working their way around a few other toys in the process.
And when they came across Mr Potato-head, they all enveloped him in a giant hig, as they cooed: "Daddy..."
"Will you kids knock it out?" The spud, acting grumpy having just woken up, as he swatted at them with his plastic hands. "I'm trying to sleep!"
After a few moments of constant struggle, Mr Potato-head then gave up.
Yep, he certainly was their Daddy. And the best one they could ever have.
'Even though the dreams of the toys, who had once belonged to Andy, had dark nightmares, the nightmares of the others were much more...different?
Dolly just loved watching High School Musical, even though she'd never openly admit it to anyone, and Troy Bolton was her world...
And having Troy Bolton state that singing was uncool literally broke her heart'
"No Troy! Please don't say that! Gabriella needs you to get into the contest!" Dolly exclaimed as she woke with a start.
It wasn't long before the Triceratops beside her woke up groggily, before yawning deeply.
"What's wrong Doll's?" Trixie asked half-heartedly, trying to keep herself from yawning again.
"I just had a terrible dream that Troy from 'High School Musical' told Grabiella that singing was uncool."
After a few moments it all sunk in, and Trixie could only let her jaw drop in horror. She suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore.
"He didn't?" Trixie exclaimed in shock.
"He did, but I'm glad it was all just a silly nightmare,"
"Yeah," Trixie murmured after a few moments of silence. "Just a silly nightmare..."
It wasn't long before Dolly fell asleep completely.
However, it was a very long night for the Triceratop's
Even though dinosaurs were very aged and ancient indeed, they were never unmodern. They never wanted people to believe they were of ancient times.
But what happens when the best of the best has been destroyed?
This was Trixie's worst nightmare.
"No! We have to find someway to fix it!" Trixie yelled as she woke with a terrifying gasp. No! This could not have happened!
However, she did feel her cheeks heat up when took in her surroundings. She was in Bonnie's toy box; exactly where she should be.
"Pheew," Trixie sighed in relief when she realized it was all a nightmare. "It was just a silly dream."
"What was a silly dream?" A voice suddenly asked, almost causing the dinosaur to leap to the moon and back. It was only Rex, who was currently pretended that he had just been woken up.
"I had a really horrible nightmare," She murmured before continuing. "I dreamt that our Call of Duty game snapped in half."
Rex eyes widened at this.
"What?" He demanded in disbelief. "That must've been horrible."
"It was..." Trixie murmured before she slightly whimpered. That certainly had been the most terrifying dream of her life.
"Well you don't have to worry anymore," Rex murmured before he sat himself beside her. "It was just a nightmare. Call of Duty is still here...it's not going anywhere. Call of Duty's still here..."
Smiling, Trixie let herself relax, when the one question dwelled on her. It had been obvious that Rex was awake before she woke up.
Wait...? Had Rex been spying on her?
Her eyes widened in shock for a moment, when she remembered that digital game they played; one that involved spies. Splinter Cell was it...?
Rolling her eyes, they both shortly fell asleep.
Rex, however, had always been a very timid toy, despite his make and size. He was made to be scary, and he tried so hard to scare the wits out of his friends. But it just didn't work, and this he knew for sure.
But what would happen if he actually was scary?; like those dinosaurs on Jurassic Park?
However, it turned out that he had never actually watched the films, and had only seen the scary dinosaurs on the cover. They seemed ferocious, hungry, and certainly terrifying indeed.
And, even though it had once been his dream to terrify people, he changed his mind after one nightmare.
He had been as tall as a giant, with his teeth as large as sharpened daggers. His roar was as loud as anything they had ever heard, the vibration itself was enough to blow them off their feet.
In this dream, he was hungry.
And eating his fried was the worst nightmare he could ever have.
"Did you hear what Dolly did-" Peaty began to ask his siblings, but had been interrupted when Rex woke up whimpering.
They had been unable to sleep that night, due to unknown reasons, so they chatted to each other briefly until they heard Rex scream, of which caught their attention instantly.
"What happened Rex?"
"Ah!" Rex whimpered, his jaw quivering uncontrollably as he rose to his feet and stumbled backwards.
"Don't come near me!" He ordered. "I'm dangerous!"
Exchanging glances of curiosity with each other, wondering why on Earth Rex was acting like this, they burst out into a fit of laughter. They just couldn't help it; Rex was so darn hilarious.
"You, dangerous?" Peanolope asked in disbelief. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard."
"W-what do y-you mean?" Rex asked in a stammer as he nervously wrung his hands together.
"You're not scary."
"I-I'm not?" Rex asked, his anxiousness fading into disappointment.
"No, not at all."
"But I'm supposed to be scary though..."
"You're not scary," Peatrice began. "You're the nicest dinosaur we know...along with Trixie."
"I-I am?"
"Yeah. We wouldn't like you if you were scary."
"You wouldn't?" Rex asked with a sense of keen interest.
"No, we don't like scary toys."
And after this conversation, Rex realized that maybe being scary wasn't so good after all? Maybe it was better being humble and shy?
There was no question about it really. He wasn't liked for being scary.
He was liked for being himself.
However, some other toys had nightmares that were beyond ridiculous. But they were innocent and childlike.
What would happen if a big part of someone's childhood had been ripped away from the roots? Something that satisfied the sweet tooth.
Yep, the nightmares that often ran through the minds of the Peas were quite silly.
"Oh no!" Peaty yelled as he awoke from the most terrifying slumber he had ever engaged through. "All the Ice cream in the world has been stolen!"
His siblings woke almost instantly, having just been through the exact same nightmare.
"Who would do such a thing?" Peanelope asked, waking a very annoyed Chuckles in the process.
"What are you three getting up to now?" Chuckles asked expectantly, his voice slowly and undirected as the tiredness roamed through him freely.
"We had a nightmare," Peaty admitted, causing the annoyed clown to roll his eyes.
"Someone stole all the ice cream in the world and hid it from us!" Peatrice added anxiously.
Chuckles could only groan as he placed his forehead in his stuffed hand.
"This has to be the most ridiculous thing you have ever said to me." Chuckles muttered half-heartedly.
"It isn't! We can't have any more Ice Cream ever!"
"You do know that we're toys, right?" Chuckles asked, forcing himself not to slap. The only thing he hated more than being woken up, in the middle of the night, was giving someone else a wake up call at this time! "We can't eat or drink - anything."
"Oh," Peaty murmured, before he tried to come up with a come back to pay back the party-pooper. "Well, you're just a Chuckleless clown!"
Chuckles only rolled his eyes.
That was a new one!
The dull clown often hated being faced with his past: Lotso; the daycare; Daisy...
But sometimes, there was just no way he could ever prevent the inevitable. His mind was bound to drift back to it sooner or later.
And this was, of course, involved in nightmares.
Chuckles woke with a shocked gasp as he shot up, his eyes wide from the previous nightmare.
He had dreamed that the toys in Sunny Side had overtaken Lotso, and threw him in the trash, where he was to face the incinerator, that lay before him, on his own.
Even though Chuckles had never encountered the incinerator with his own eyes, he sure did make a note of how lucky he had been that Bonnie found him and took him back to her house. He fully well knew what would've happened to him if he hadn't been so lucky; he would've been sent to the trash, and woud've been forced through the incinerator: The end of a toy's life.
However, in his dream, it was Lotso he saw battling to climb up the debris as he struggled to escape from the deathly flames that threatened to engulf the strawberry-scented bear at any moment. His cane had been ripped apart in the tearing blades that were literally just an ominous blur that protruded viciously against the background.
Lotso had struggled against the flames, to no success as he was quickly burned to little more than ashes by the flames.
During his time with Daisy, Chuckles and Lotso had been as close as best friends; heck, they had been best friends.
So it was only natural that Chuckles would still be concerned about Lotso after all those years. It was his fault, this Chuckles knew for sure. The events from years ago just made him snap.
And Chuckles was left terrified when he saw Lotso perish within the flames, but when his eyes adjusted to the dim light in Bonnie's toy box, eh could only sigh in relief: It had all been a silly nightmare.
And his mind was left to reel over the fact that he was beyond lucky that he had Bonnie as an owner, instead of being thrown away when that toddler broke him.
Oh yeah, he sure was one lucky toy.
Buttercup had always been a toy who was unafraid to speak his mind. But he was also the one who'd take offence when others spoke their mind.
The unicorn had always feared that one day, he might might say something that was misunderstood. Or, even worse, he feared that he might overreact to something he shouldn't.
So what would happen if, one day, a misunderstanding led to a falling out between him and his family?
This was what he feared the most.
"No, I didn't mean that...honestly. Please don't go." He murmured anxiously as he woke. He was never the one to yell, but this didn't stop his voice from quivering and shaking when his anxiousness overwhelmed him, taking control of every single one of his unwilling nerves.
He had dreamt that he had muttered something that one of his closest friends took in the wrong way. But he just couldn't recall who he had said it to. Heck, he didn't even remember what he even said in the first place.
But the only thing he knew was that he had something something he should not have said; something he should never say.
And it caused his family to fall apart, one by one, until there was nothing left apart from a selection of toys that could barely even stand being in the same room as one another. And, to a toy, rooms are pretty large.
Looking around, he saw Totoro twitch in his sleep.
But his tiredness became overwhelming and it dragged him willingly into a peaceful slumber, finally grateful that it had all been a dream.
It had turned out that the nightmares of Totoro and Buttercup were surprisingly similar. They both involved the use of speech, and they both involved using the power of speech in a bad way.
Totoro had always been a kind-hearted toy, and he never said anything that was out of line; mostly because he was unable to say anything at all.
However, there have been times where he's wondered what it would be like to speak. Sure, he had managed all right without the power of speach, but his curiosity was all too powerful to rid the wonders away.
But there was one nightmare that changed his mind completely.
Totoro awoke from the chilling depths of his dream with a terrifying, but silent, start. The dream had freaked him out more than ever.
He blinked hard as a sense of guilt overwhelmed him completely. How could he have been so selfish, wanting something he could easily do without?
It wasn't long before he realized that it had all just been a terrible dream.
But he still felt awful over the fact that he had been greedy for the power of speech within his dream.
He had been so desperate for the power of speach, that he had been unable ot realize that his loved ones were drifting away in the process. And by the time he even could speak, he was no longer on speaking terms with the others; since they had hated him.
Maybe being speechless wasn't so bad at all? Maybe he should really just be grateful that he has friends and family there for him in the first place?
It was lucky that he hadn't woken anyone up in the process, otherwise it would've been quite uncomfortable.
Closing his eyes, he slowly gave in to the tempting sleep.
Now Woody had always been the leader of Andy's room, so it was quite expected of him that he quickly gained authority over the toys in Bonnie's room; he was born (well...made) to be a leader after all - He didn't have the Sheriff badge for nothing!
And his worst fear was being unable to keep his family away from constant struggle and this was a gear he faced during the time at Sunny Side, and a fear that crept up to his heart watched the bin bags being crushed in the garbage truck.
His worst nightmare was, ultimately, losing his family and letting them down.
Woody's dark, scared eyes snapped open to the dim light of the toy box as he awoke from his nightmare. Panting heavily, he felt his heart crawl into his throat.
They were all still here.
The sight around him made it obvious that it had all been dream and not reality. He hadn't lost his family; he hadn't let them down...
But his head still felt heavy as his mind reeled over the terrible experience. He didn't want to think about it anymore.
But the dense air around him made it almost impossible to clear his thoughts. It did, however, make one thing obvious; he needed fresh air.
So this was why he stood up, before making his way over to the edge of the toy box, careful not to make any noise that may wake up the others. He pushed the lid up, before climbing out and he gently lowered it down.
Careful not to wake Bonnie, Woody climbed up onto her chair, of which currently stood in front of her desk, before guiding himself up onto the desk.
Once he was on the desk, he directed his gaze towards the window, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the familiar figure sat against the glass.
"Jess?" He asked, his voice arched in confusement. "What are you doing up?"
Lifting her head to face the Cowboy, the small rays of moon light reflecting graciously off her forehead, she didn't look surprised.
"I could ask you the same thing," She murmured half-heartedly.
"Nightmare?" He asked. This was his reason, and he could pretty much guess that it was also her's.
She nodded glumly.
So Woody then sat herself beside her, and placed a hand on her shoulder, before smiling.
Even though Jessie cared about her family very much, she still had that special place in her heart for her old owner; Emily.
Emily had once meant everything to the Cowgirl. You could even say that Emily had once been Jessie's whole world.
But when Emily dropped the Cowgirl in the donations box that day, before striding off unknowingly, Jessie was left in a stage of guilt. What had she ever done wrong?
However, Jessie's worst nightmare was that Emily may have ditched her intentionally. Who would want a stupid Cowgirl doll?
Jessie woke up with a whimper as her eyes snapped open.
In her dream, she had overheard Emily say how she hated her doll because it was 'stupid'.
And this had certainly broke her heart.
Shaking her head, she scanned the area around her. Why did she decide to sleep on her own? She had no idea why, but she certainly did regret it.
She eventually noticed the dim green glow in the corner of the box, emitting from Buzz's space suit, so she decided to head over there.
"Hey Jess..." Buzz murmured as Jessie gently shook him away. "What's wrong?"
"I had a nightmare," She admitted nervously, trying to keep her voice from cracking. "Is it all right if I stay here for a while?"
Blinking hard to clear his blurry vision, Buzz nodded, before yawning.
"Of course," He murmured.
Jesise smiled softly, before she snuggled into Buzz's comforting embrace.
It wasn't long before they were both fast asleep in each others' arms.
However, the nightmares of Buzz Lightyear were probably the most ridiculous (not to mention frilly) of them all.
Buzz woke up, approximately half an hour later, with an abrupt start, waking up a sleepy Jessie in the process.
"What's wrong Buzz...?" She asked slowly, barely able to keep herself from yawning. God was she tired.
Buzz began to mutter sounds, of which were all incomprehensible, before he shut himself up.
"Erm - nothing." Buzz stammered quickly, trying to keep the obvious blush from his face.
"Well if you say so then..." Jessie began slowly, but cut herself off when she fell asleep, almost instantly snoring softly.
Buzz smiled weakly as he settled himself back down.
The nightmare he had made one thing absolutely clear:
He hated the colour pink.
A/N Wow, I think this is the longest chapter I have written for this chapter. Wait, no. It is the longest, lol. (Third longest ever!)
How do I even remember that? I have no clue.
I know that this is pretty long...and a bit crap as well, but I still enjoyed writing it, nonetheless.
Thanks again to caralina100 for the inspiration!
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