A Toys Intuition

A Toy Story Fanfic

Authors note: Hi! So this is my first Toy Story Fanfic and I'm actually somewhat nervous about it, you know the fear of destroying your childhood and all. Anyway if you hate it that's cool. If you like it that's even cooler! Make sure to favorite and review and follow (that was too many ands I know). Anyway hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warning: There is self-harm in this so if you are negatively triggered please don't read.

Note; Andy's dad's name is Dillan because he apparently was never given a real name.

To the story and beyond! (Cheesy I know)

Woody was concerned about Andy. He had been watching the kids for years now. He had known him for years. Literally his entire life! He had known his Dad. He knew Andy better than his own mom. They were best friends (next to Buzz of course). So when Woody said Andy was in trouble, there was no denying it. Andy was in trouble.

Andy was twelve now, he still played with his toys and they loved every minute, but he was also starting to hang out with his friends a little more. They had watched them a few times when Andy invited them over. The other kids didn't play with toys, and they did make fun of Andy for it (something that all the toys were ready to beat them for), but Andy didn't care. He stood by his toys. They were his best friends after all. Andy didn't really hang out with them much after that. Reverting back to a few limited friends at school and then going home to his toys. All of the toys knew how lucky they were to have such a loyal kid. He was special, even Jesse would admit it. Which was saying something after Emily! (The thought of Emily made Woody's nonexistent blood boil). Woody had watched Dillan grow up into someone Woody respected and loved greatly and that love and respect grew even more as his original owner held onto him and Slinky. When Woody was introduced to Andy for the first time Woody knew how lucky he had gotten with this family. Andy was so much like his dad. Woody felt like he was living the life he loved all over again.

As Andy got older Woody never stopped loving him, or his life. He was eternally grateful to whomever had brought and Andy and Dillan to him. Slinky and he had spent many nights talking about how happy they were. Both toys had begun with Andy's dad. Dillan was the best of the best when it came to owners. Always treating his toys with such respect, the joy he had playing with his toys always made them shine bright knowing they gave their owner such happiness. Andy was no different.

Even getting older did not stop Andy from playing with them. Always taking time out of his day to at least check on them. This warmed Woody's heart, but he couldn't help but worry about Andy's new friends. They weren't the best of kids that much Woody could tell. He would watch anxiously every time Andy left to go to said friend's house.

"Woody I'm telling you he's going to be just fine. You're worrying for nothing." Woody turned from his spot watching as Andy slept. He couldn't get past the worried lines that seemed to be placed on his kids face. The exhaustion was obvious, something that shouldn't be on a kid his age.

"Buzz I'm telling you, something's wrong with Andy. I don't know what it is, and I really do want to believe I'm wrong. I just have a feeling." Buzz stared at his best friend. Worry settled into his mind, Woody had been worrying about Andy for weeks now. The other toys had noticed little changes, but just assumed that it was part of him growing up.

Buzz sat down knowing he wasn't going to be getting anywhere with the cowboy tonight. "What are you doing?"

"I'm joining you."

Woody's fear only grew as Andy began to change. No longer spending as much time with them (which was not like Andy), no longer laughing (another thing that was un-Andy like), and no longer spending time with his family. Andy seemed to be changing into a different person altogether. Woody watched as the light seemed to fade from Andy's eyes each passing day. "Woody look, whatever is going on with Andy we will figure it out, but until we know what's going through his head we can't help him."

Woody sighed turning his attention to the second most important person in his life. "I guess you're right."

"You know I'm right."

"Don't get cocky." Woody smiled at his friend, really appreciating the company. Buzz put a hand on his shoulder allowing him to lean into him.

"What fun would I be if I wasn't?"

"This is true. Come on Cowboy, let's go to bed." The two spared one last glance to their kid before going back into the toy chest.

Woody and Buzz watched Andy closely the next week. Only ever taking a break occasionally when it was time for him to play with them (this was both theirs and Andy's favorite part of the day). Woody loved seeing the carefree look on his kids face. It reminded him so much of Dillan. He tried not to think much about Dillan. While there were many good moments associated with his first owner the idea of his owner no longer living really got to him on some days. Woody shook the thought off and continued to enjoy the time he currently had with Andy.

All of the toys were laughing and smiling brightly. Andy had left to go eat dinner, leaving the toys happy after such an exciting play time. What made Woody happier than anything was seeing the brilliant smile that adorned his kids face as he left. He was glad to see they were helping Andy with whatever he was silently dealing with.

He was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing the heavy footsteps of The Buzz Light-year coming up to stand next to him. He felt arm go around his shoulder. "See! Told you Andy was going to be just fine." Woody laughed actually quite glad he wasn't right.

"Yeah yeah, don't let it go to your head or anything Space Ranger." The two laughed going over to join the rest of the group. The others were so caught up in their conversation they didn't hear the argument occurring downstairs among the humans.

Andy's Pov

Andy had joined his family and was currently sitting at the dinner table enjoying the meatloaf that his mom had made. He loved his mom's cooking! He laughed happily watching Molly play with her food and his mom goofily scold her. "So Andy how was school?" He looked to his mom the smile ever so slightly fading. His mom could see it though, and she instantly worried for her son.

"Umm it was okay." That was all he said, dropping it as quickly as possible by scooping more mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"What else?"

"What do you mean?" Andy really did not want to talk about what happened at school.

"Andy Davis, I am your mom. I know when you're not saying everything. Something else happened, might as well tell me what it is. Maybe I can help?" She was trying to be nice and caring. He could tell she was. It didn't stop him from becoming frustrated though. It was like the more she talked to more and angrier he became.

"You can't help me so please stop trying to." He had tried to make it sound nice, but he couldn't cover for the bite in his tone. His mom was getting angry as well, he could tell. He felt dread bubble up in tummy knowing this was not going to be pretty. Even Molly seemed to know something bad was about to happen for she wasn't playing with her food anymore instead looking between her mom and brother as the fight broke out.

"Young man you will not speak to me in that tone! I am your mother and you will treat me that respect. Now tell me what is going on at school." Andy stared her in the eyes, tears threatening to spill over as he hated getting yelled at. It wasn't even that he was truly offended he just really really hated getting yelled at!

"No. I'm not going to tell you what happened because nothing happened!" He had stood up from the table now and was leaning over it as he felt like what was unwillingly yelled at his mom. She too stood up making sure to lean further over which did make Andy ever so slightly widen his eyes. Before she could really think about what she was doing she whipped out her hand and smacked him across the face…hard. Way harder than she had intended to. Not that she really even intended to…oh what had she done!

Andy looked up at her holding his reddening cheek. His entire body showing the betrayal he felt. He quickly covered it up allowing anger to take over as he marched away without a word. She didn't follow him. She didn't feel like she had a right to.

The dolls were still laughing and talking waiting for Andy to come back to play (Which he almost always did after dinner). Woody frowned ignoring the conversation as he began to hear footsteps. He looked to Buzz who was also looking confused. "Everyone get in the box!" While everyone did seem confused they did as their leader asked.

Eyes widened as Andy came storming in crying. He was trying to keep it together but once his door was closed he lost it! He covered his mouth leaning down against his door. The toys watched in despair as he sunk down to the floor sniffling. He quickly grabbed as pillow from his bed screaming into it. He screamed and screamed and screamed. And the toys couldn't do anything about it. If they could cry they would have. They had never seen Andy like this NEVER. He stayed like that for twenty minutes before he finally lifted his head from the pillow His eyes were red and puffy and the rest of his face wasn't much different. Tear streaks ran down his cheeks. Woody noted the red handprint adorning the right side of his face. He felt his blood boil thinking about anyone hitting Andy. He didn't think anyone should hit anyone, but Andy was his kid and he was especially not okay with it when it came to Andy!

Andy lazily got up almost in a daze and walked towards his nightstand. The toys watched in fascination as he pulled something about plopping down against the side of his bed. Buzz had to catch Woody from falling out of the toy box as he spotted what it was. It was a knife! Why did Andy have a knife! No logical explanation came to Woody's mind because there wasn't one! Andy should not have a knife!

Andy held onto it tight as though he knew the dangers and really didn't want to get hurt. Which was what Woody hoped was running through his head. He of course could only watch in fear with the rest of the toys as Andy threw the knife up and down in a rhythmic motion. Catching it every time without fail, avoiding cutting himself to Woody's relief. He of course couldn't be comfortable with what Andy was doing but maybe he didn't have to worry as much. Andy was a smart kid after all.

Andy had grabbed the knife because it had been a hand-me-down from his dad. He always felt comfort when he touched it. It was usually at night though when everyone was asleep. He had an overprotective mom and it had been a secret with his dad. He couldn't bear it if his mom through it away. Andy didn't care today though, he didn't care about anything. He just wanted to pain to stop. School had sucked. The kids were all so mean, he wasn't really doing well and when he did the others only teased him. This was the third time this week that he had been left to sit by himself. He was tripped in the hallway and was shoved in the lunchroom. He didn't feel safe! Now he couldn't even feel safe here. He had always trusted his mom but never did he ever think she would actually hit him.

The thought made his teeth clench as he threw the knife up again. He gasped as he didn't catch it correctly and instead cut his hand. He had quickly started to get up to grab tissues but stopped as he stared at the cut once more…there was something so peaceful about it. Watching the blood run down his hand. He found himself not caring as it continued to run. Finally after a few more minutes he pulled out some tissues cleaning up the cut. He frowned realizing he didn't want to see it go away. There was something about it he didn't quiet understand but, he liked seeing his pain on the outside. Knowing it was real felt freeing somehow. He looked at the knife was more before holding out his wrist. He took a breath before putting just enough pressure to make a cut without causing any real damage, he didn't want to hurt himself too badly. Just enough to make him feel better. He sighed feeling the release of pressure. He smiled watching the lines run down like it was a race. After a minute he wiped that one up.

Woody watched in heart wrenching realization at what Andy was doing. "No Andy!" It wasn't loud, not enough to stop the kid no matter how much he wished it was. He couldn't break code though. He felt nauseas as he watched Andy make another cut and another. What scared him more than the cuts themselves was the smile that adorned Andy's face. Not the same smile that he had when playing with them, but a different kind all together. 'Oh Andy what are you doing to yourself.'

As Andy went to sleep that night, cuts clean and knife put away. Woody made a plan, because he would not lose another owner. He would do whatever he could to keep Andy safe, no matter what the cost.

Authors note: Hello! So hope someone out there enjoyed the story and if anyone liked it make sure to review, favorite, or follow or all of the above!

P.S I love reviews more than anything. Anywho I will hopefully post again soon. Have a great relaxing day and if it's raining where you are play in it!