The Cursed Jessie Doll

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Toy Story. Ah yes, the classic franchise made by the king of animation studios. I was the ultimate fan. I had almost the entire Thinkway Toys collection, from Buzz to Rex, from The Aliens (dear god those were so cute) to the Potato Heads, from Woody to Slinky. My personal favorite was Jessie, mostly because of how badass she was.

Unfortunately, childhood doesn't last forever. When I got into high school, I had to decide what to do with the toys. I decided to put them in the attic to save for my kids later on along with a few other non-Toy Story ones. When Jessie was the only one left, I pulled her string one last time and shed a tear. She called me "Partner," and I put her in the box with the others.

High school wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone was more mature, even those athletes that would always make sex jokes in class. I met my best friend Adrian in the hallway, and he asked me how my summer was. I responded that it was good, aside with having to transition to practically being an adult. He responded in a similar way, as he loved Toy Story as much as I did. He said, "Meet my new friend, pussy!" and his new friend was the school bully, Kurt. He stuffed me into my own locker. And Adrian and Kurt started laughing continuously.

I spent 5 minutes trying to get out, and I was devastated. My new friend had ditched me for the school bully. By the time I got to class, I was yelled at for being late. However, I was told to sit in my assigned seat, next to a girl named Mackenzie. She was taller, had blond hair and blue eyes, and had a pink backpack. She asked me how I was doing, and I told her about my situation. She understood and asked me to hang out by the coffee shop after school.

I slogged through the rest of the day, learning mind-numbing concepts, eating the gross food, and avoiding my former friend Adrian. Once I got the coffee shop, Mackenzie was there like I expected.

"Hi, Alex!" she said kindly.

"Hey, Mackenzie," I said. She asked if I was alright, and I said that the day was boring and uninteresting. She then asked me what I'm into. I told her that I was a Toy Story fanatic, and she also said that she was. We hung out for a bit longer, and I asked her if she wanted to come over. She excitedly said yes.

Mackenzie wanted to come again on Friday, and I let her. Whenever we got there, she said she would like to stay for dinner and sleep over. Later on, she surprised me after I got out of the shower, as I was only wearing a towel around my waist. I told her I was surprised, and she grabbed me and kissed me on the cheek. We then went to my bed and started making out (NOTHING ELSE!) and went to bed later on. However, before I went to sleep, I saw the Jessie doll on my desk. I disregarded it and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and found a small bloodstain where Mackenzie was. I called her name and asked if she had a bloody nose or something, as that was something she said she had. I thought, "Maybe she left already?" and went to wash my face. However, when I opened my door, I found the most gruesome sight in history. Mackenzie had her head in the sink with a knife in her back. I looked to the side and saw Jessie standing on both legs with no support, and there was blood on her jeans.

"YOU DID THIS SHIT?!?!?!?" I yelled. She nodded, and pulled her string by herself. She said, "Howdy, partner!" like usual, but it sounded extremely distorted and low quality. I called my parents, but they just said over the phone, "JESSIE IS COMING." She showed my parent's corpses, so I yelled, "THEN WHO WAS PHONE?!?!?!?!" She pointed to herself. Chills went down my spine. She pulled her string again and did her yodel. Suddenly, all my old toys from the attic, even the non-Toy Story ones started popping out of nowhere.

"Don't you get it?" she asked. My heart stopped for a few seconds. The toys aren't supposed to say that! But then I got the meaning. All the stuff that happened to me at school, from Adrian ditching me to the teachers being jerks to school being boring, was all from her. Jessie wanted me all to herself. And since it didn't work, she resorted to murder.

"That's right," she said, but this time, she didn't even pull her string. So now she could talk on her own, move on her own, and read minds? I kicked her into the wall and ran for my life. Suddenly, all the contents of a barrel of monkeys exited their barrel and made a tripwire. I tripped and sprained my wrist. It hurt like hell. The Buzz Lightyear toy then got on a shelf and blasted his "laser" in my eye. It temporarily blinded me, but once my vision was fixed, I hid in my bathroom. I heard some rattling, and then a plastic skeleton popped out of my cabinet while Mr. Potato Head leapt out of my shower with a knife in place of his hat and hyper-realistic blood coming out of his eye holes, which otherwise were empty. When I got to the hallway, several LEGO bricks were spread out, and I stepped on the most painful pieces. I found my Etch A Sketch and Magic 8 Ball, both saying 666 on them. I limped toward the kitchen, but then my dog was in there, on the stove, which was overheating. Bullseye ran into my legs, knocking me over, with my brother's head in his mouth. Jessie then jumped out of a vent, and the other toys got into the kitchen with me.

"What the fuck are you doing with me now?" I asked.

"You left me to rot, and now I will do the same, partner," she said. "Happy trails!"

During this whole process, the toys turned on the radio and played a distorted version of You've Got A Friend In Me. Rex and Hamm pulled my arms off, knocking me down in the process. I tried to reason with Jessie, but it was far too late. I was tied up by Slinky Dog and had a tennis ball in my mouth to shut me up. Zurg tied a jump rope around my neck, and Jessie did the finishing blow by pulling the jump rope (or jump noose) up and strangling me.

So I am writing this final message on my last dying breath. Never, and I mean never, put your old toys in the attic if you want to keep them. They will find you. Especially if you own a Jessie toy. It's so cold, I can see the light...



Written by AwePlushProYT
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