It was the middle of the night, roughly 3am. This late at night, everybody at Bonnie's house was asleep. All the toys. All the humans.
That's when Woody heard the footsteps in the other room and jolted awake.
The thing to know about Woody was that he was a proud toy. He always tried to show a macho exterior. So though he felt a tinge of fear, he was not about to show it.
The footsteps were light. Whoever it was seemed to be tiptoeing. Or was a very small toy. It was probably just Bonnie, sneaking around.
He heard the closet door creak open and then shut. It couldn't be Bonnie. The closet only had clothes in it and Bonnie would never care about clothes.
If it were her, she'd have come for the toys.
His palms began to sweat. Something didn't feel right about what was going on.
He climbed out of his bed and went to Buzz's.
The door to the playroom creaked open.
Buzz sat up. Woody held his finger to his mouth and pointed at the door.
Nobody came in. Buzz glared at Woody.
"Wait for it"
Still, nobody came in.
Buzz laid down.
The scream was Bonnie.
As the other toys groggily woke up whispering "What happened?" Woody and Buzz jumped into action and run out of the playroom.
They bound up the stairs and peak into Bonnie's room.
They see a broken window and Bonnie's parents. But Bonnie isn't there.
"Please....we'll do anything", the mother pleads outside the window.
"I swear! Anything!"
She drops to her knees.
"They've seen too much. Kill them all." A voice retorts.
Gunshots go off.