Natsuki Arts! 🎨

*The lamp beside him gives out a soft, warming glow in contrast to the nighttime sky outside; until the light beaming on his face is blocked out by the young girl now standing in view. From this angle, she can be mistaken for a prehistoric predator, despite her usual happy-go-lucky expression she’s giving him*

“Look, Buzz! Jessie and Bullseye are getting along well! Just as best buddies do!”

*The spaceman doesn’t answer nor move, as he should, but he does get internally unnerved as Jessie’s face slowly leans in too close with her big eyes and frozen, sunny smile - her voice box goes off again*

‘Where’s yer buddy, Buzz?’

*The cowgirl’s little snicker is followed quickly by Bonnie wondering the same thing*

“Yeah… I wonder where Buzz’s buddy could be?”

*After such a sly tone, Buzz is picked up and soars around the room in Bonnie’s grasp; from here can he see every one of his friends paired up with their long time buddies, eyeing on him in a silent manner. Quickly is he turned around to stare at the closet doors, flung wide open by the girl, only for the inside to be nothing but a dark void full of cobwebs and dust accompanied by an eerie ambiance. However, there is one clearer space at the bottom, and it’s in the shape of a cowboy - Bonnie responds very dryly*

“Oh that’s right, Your buddy is gone.”

*Her bright gaze dulls down to more of a disgusted one as she looks back down coldly at her space toy*

“But I don’t need him, so I don’t need you.”

*Buzz is now thrown straight across the room without a second thought; he soars over her bed, over her desk and right outside the window. He feels as if he’s been in the air for a long while, before landing in what appears to be a heap of trash. The next thing he hears is the starting of an engine and a large, metal plate closes on him - the truck drives off into the distance as a thick fog covers the whole darkened street*

*Even if surrounded by uncanny darkness, only illuminated a tiny bit by glowing green armor, Buzz cannot break out of his frozen state. He may wanna scream, he may wanna break out, but he just can’t. Things seem over for him now… until they’re not. A sudden, fiery glow clicks on a few inches away, with a scrawny, worn-out figure sitting all curled up to keep warm. The ragdoll of damp cloth, torn denim and a grimy cowboy hat blends into the silence, but sticks out like a thumb whilst near the fire*

*One eye steadily shifts towards Buzz whom’s still imprisoned as a statue; its soft, chocolate-colored iris sparks joy to see him again. An even softer smile slowly spreads upon his plastic face as the beating of a heart picks up*

“Happy Friendship Day, buddy.”

*He speaks so warmly, so calmly, yet it has an unsettling hint to it. How can it be? It’s his best buddy - just as he said. The heart-beating grows to become more frantic once his serene friend turns his head around to smile even more at him; how can one smile brighter while the other half of the face is severely melting away? To the point where it looks like nothing but a goopy skull? The fire enhances it*

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“GAH!!”

*Waking up in a cold sweat (not literally), Buzz jolts up from his cushioning and immediately tries to catch his breath. After a brief minute of steadying it does he look around, finding himself back inside the closet of Bonnie’s room in a more normal state. He sees all the toys still fast asleep despite his yell, which he’s actually thankful for, and ends with gazing upon Jessie beside him. He should be relieved to be back in the normal world, one where he’s home and still loved by his kid… except it isn’t his normal world at all*