Hey guys! So shortly after writing my first Toy Story fanfic after wanting to make one for so many years, I soon came up with an idea for my second one! It's a crazy idea which popped into my head while laying in bed. Set after Toy Story 4, it focuses on Forky. We saw him get a knife wife at the end of the movie - and in this tale, he has since adopted a baby spoon! XD
Crazy, eh? Could this work as a story? I'll let you be the judge. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Toy Story.
"Come on, Spoony. Come to Daddy."
With his blue dough lips stretched into a smile, Forky extended his pipe cleaner arms towards the little plastic desert spoon before him. His goggly eyes watched as it tried to walk with much difficulty on its popsicle stick steps across the floor of Bonnie's bedroom. The small utensil-turned-toy was determined to help Spoony to learn to walk.
That was precisely what a father would do.
From the arrival of the newest creation Bonnie had crafted in school out of things she had scavenged from trash, Forky realised he was the luckiest spork in the world. Not only was he adored by the child who created him, but she had given him his very own family. The year before, she had made him a knife companion to become his wife - and now she had pieced together a baby spoon to be their child.
Forky's smile softened. He felt so grown up from the young self-hating spork he been when Bonnie first made him. Never would he had experienced the joy of having his own family if he followed his original belief that he was only good enough to be trash. He had a certain cowboy doll to thank for showing him that life was worth living. His plastic family would have never come together if it wasn't for Woody.
Spoony tried to walk on a little further before falling onto his front. Forky waddled over to his adoptive son's side, cradling him lovingly in his pipe cleaner arms.
"It's okay, son," Forky whispered softly. "Daddy's got you. Daddy loves you."
The baby spoon peered up at Forky with his goggly eyes (which matched his father's due to being different sizes). His small pink dough lips slightly parted - as he began to make some sounds.
"Uh… Ah… Um…"
"What's that, Spoony?" Forky gasped with surprise. "Are you going to say your first word?"
The babbling sounds continued to be let out from Spoony. He sounded as though he did indeed have something to say. The infant toy was eager to let it out as he prepared to speak for the first time.
"Go on, son!" Forky urged, having an idea what he would like his baby's first word to be. "Say Dada! Say Dada!"
With his innocent gaze fixed to his father's, Spoony summoned all his strength in his little plastic body as he stuttered out what was to be his first word.
"T … T … Trash?"
"No, Spoony." Forky smiled. "Not trash. Toys."
"Trash?" Spoony said again in a sweet infantile voice.
"No, son. Not trash, toys." Forky sighed with a roll of his goggly eyes. Bonnie had sure managed to keep the same first thoughts he'd had running through his family. "I'm a toy. You're a toy. We're all toys."
Right at that moment, Spoony slipped from his father's arms. He attempted to pick himself up, unable to lift himself to his popsicle stick feet. Still staring up at Forky, he stretched his yellow pipe cleaner arms towards him. The baby spoon proceeded to say his second and third word - to make a request to his father that Forky himself has once made constantly on repeat to Woody.
"Carry me?"
"No!"
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this and it gave you some laughs! Never thought in all my years of writing I'd be making a story about a spork's family! XD
See you again soon! Remember, life is worth living for the good things to come your way! Take care of yourselves, guys! Stay alive and awesome! :)