Toy Story Short: Batteries Not Included

I worked for Disney. That dreaded evil company. That dreaded evil mouse. That dreaded, l-lovely studio. I found all sorts of weird shit there. From Mickey Mouse sketches that didn't make the cut. To, oh, movies. Loads of movies.

I found one thing that caught my eye. It was a tape called Toy Stroy Short: Batteries Not Included. I ignored the misspelling. Thinking it was a joke.

I took the tape into a room. Just a normal room. It seemed normal. However, something was off. I didn't worry about that shit. I watched that tape. Oh no. It was the horrifying expreince of my pointless and opinionated life.

It started with Wood. He had testicles. Large ones that hanged down like Christmas tree baubles. He scratched his ass. Woody walked up to Buzz. With a evil smile. He started to choke him and he slowly murdered him, ripping his head off slowly. He said one thing.

'You've got a friend in hell...'

This wasn't normal. I knew something was wrong. Wood sounded demonic. He started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Rex came over and he said something.

'Hey Woody, what the hel-'

He was cut off. Before he was sliced in half in a graphic way. Yeah. Rex was my favorite character and seeing him die in a such graphic and brutal way made me resentful of the very thought of Woody killing anyone.

Woody started to shoot all the other toys with a gun. Blood went everyone. I turned my back against the wall. I said something that I hadn't said before.

'I'm no toy expert but I'm pretty sure toys don't bleed.'

I was right. Science wins. Or. Didn't it?

The next scene was, disturbing. I saw Sid, hanging in his room. The camera zoomed on. I heard a swinging sound and then the camera was shaking. I heard the familar music. But it wasn't how I remembered. It was You've Got a Friend in Me, right? But the music was, backwards. I was so scared.

Woody got closer. And closer. And closer. And closer. And totally closer. And 100% closer. And. Well, you get the point by me.

Woody stared at the screen. He pointed his finger up. Then down. Then left. Then right. Then, he pointed his pointing finger at me and he said one thing that really, really, really, really, really got to me. I promise. It did get to me.

'You...'

It cut to static. The tape ejected itself. Yep. I. Was. Scared.

It must've been a prank. It must've. Right? There's no way it wasn't. R-right?

It wasn't a prank. It was all real. It was. All of it. All real. In IRL. It all happened.

I went home. I was exhausted. I fall alseep. I at least try. But. It still haunts. It still boogles me. No seriously. It blows my mind. It minds my blows. Now, I'll forget that exprience. Woody is coming and you can't escape his wrath.

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Written by TheBigLG
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