AN: Here's a really short yet bittersweet fic I've written a month ago on what happens right after Toaster's big heroic sacrifice during the horrific junkyard scene. And yes, there will be spoilers from the film. Just a heads up for those people who hadn't seen it.

Enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: TBLT doesn't belong to me, but I DO own all the artwork and fanfics that I make for this underrated gem (along with the movie trilogy on DVD, and some mini character plush I made myself of Toaster, Blanky, Lampy, and Radio.)

"TOASTER!"

The rusty metal gears of the diabolical trash compactor came to a screeching halt at long last. Both his best friends and their beloved master Rob were all finally saved from what could've been a rather cruel untimely death. Something Toaster knew he just couldn't live with or would ever forgive himself had they been devoured right there before his own anxious eyes.

At least he can die with dignity knowing his family was safe from great harm.

"Quick, somebody call 911! We need to get Toaster out of here before he bleeds out, stat!" Radio cried out in alarm. He frantically bolted around the spooky old junkyard in desperation and search of something useful. He eventually spotted an abandoned purple skateboard in a nearby trash pile.

''Have no fear, Radio the paramedic is here!'' Radio rushed over, a loud siren sound blasting out of his speaker. Blanky and Lampy both flinched from fright and hid behind Kirby with fearful eyes.

''Calm down, idiot!'' Kirby barked out of irritation. "Now isn't the time to be playing ambulance!''

"Toaster!" Radio repeated like a broken tape recorder. "Toaster, can you hear me? Say something! Lampy, get me a first aid kit! An investigation must be done at once! It's an emergency!''

"Uh, it's a little too late for that, Radio!" Lampy panicked, shivering uncontrollably. He was unable to pull himself together at the horrific sight of the giant oil puddle leaking from beneath their mighty leader while he lay there unconscious on top of the skateboard Radio used as a gurney.

"Toaster! Please, don't leave us. We love you." Blanky pleaded on the verge of tears. He cautiously wrapped his fuzzy arms around the mangled toaster, pulling him closer. He was clearly the most distraught out of the group.

"You're gonna be okay. The master can fix you. I know he can. He's superb."

"My sincere condolences goes out to all toasters across the nation. I hate to break it to ya, Blanky. But I'm afraid his injuries are far too deep even for the master to fix. Sure, he may have a high school diploma. However, not even he can patch Toaster back up to perfect health. Face it, his warranty is long overdue. Allow me to demonstrate.''

Blanky shook his head. "No, you're wrong. I know he can. He's our master, Radio." His usually timid childlike voice slowly beginning to crack the more he stared down at Toaster's broken body. Finally, after a few long minutes ticked by he forced himself to look away before breaking down in tears.

Kirby narrowed his eyes in annoyance at Blanky's highly sensitive personality. ''Don't hold your breath, blanket. He would want us to move on without him. Crying isn't gonna bring him back. This isn't some stupid fairytale that somehow magically fixes everything in the end. It's real life."

"Don't be so hard on the poor kid, Kirby. Toaster was very much like a brother to him. He risked his own life to save us all from doom and gloom.'' Radio pointed out. "He shall be forever missed and I will help keep his legacy alive."

Kirby could only grumble something insulting about the radio being an idiot under his breath. This whole bloody mess they found themselves in was overwhelming enough, and unfortunately he felt Blanky's enthusiasm was growing more sickening by the second.

Although the grumpy old vacuum was beyond annoyed by all the ludicrous shenanigans among those other three appliances, he also couldn't help but feel some remorse deep in his circuits.

Toaster was more than some ordinary kitchen appliance, or the compassionate peacekeeper who tried his absolute hardest day after day to get everyone else in the gang to cooperate instead of fight. He was family, and Kirby knew they'll all be truly lost without him.

"Knock it off already, Radio. There's simply no point in trying to break the bad news to the kid. We all know just how darn stubborn and whiny he is. Like dim bulb over there.''

''Hey!''

Before another word could be said a familiar yet hoarse voice caught their attention.

"It's…it's okay, Blanky."

Blanky immediately pulled himself away from Toaster so he could look him in the eyes. He shouted with glee, hugging him a little tighter.

"Toaster, you're alive!"

Once they heard Blanky's voice sing out nearby, the other three appliances quickly stopped arguing and came closer. They were taken aback by what was happening.

"Look who's back from the dead. Oh, thank goodness you're alright. You gave us quite the scare there, Slots. Had us all petrified. Kinda reminded me of Lampy's own heroic sacrifice back in the bloodthirsty wilderness."

"Don't remind me. I can still feel a painful bolt of electricity zap through my snout." Lampy cringed, trying to erase said image from his memory banks. Blanky even eyed the gooseneck with some curiosity after hearing him bring up that frightful night.

"Long story. Don't ask."

"You…were very…brave that night, Lampy." Toaster coughed, feeling quite groggy in Blanky's warm embrace. "Didn't…know you…had it in you. Thanks."

Lampy nodded in gratitude once he noticed the toaster looking over in his direction. "No problem, Toaster. I just thought I'd do my part in our mission to rescue Blanky. Mission accomplished.''

Radio scooped up a small red bandana from off the dusty ground, sliding it gently over Toaster.

"Consider this a medal of true bravery. Why, look! You even have your very own battle scar to go along with it underneath your left eye. You're invincible, Toaster. No other toaster could survive all the damage and peril you've been through. We salute you. You've made this old mountaineer very proud.''

Toaster gave the little crimson chatterbox a weary smile. Indeed, he may be rather broken and fragile on the outside, but he was still feeling invincible within.

"Never…lose your sense of humor, Radio."

The End

AN: So, this was originally gonna end off on a much darker note, and actually tie in with my first story "Comfort in the Storm" right before Toaster wakes up from his nightmare. But of course, it turned into this big fluffy mess instead. Yeah, I'm a real sucker for that warmed-hearted trash haha. What can I say? It's a main weakness of mine.