...Okay! So I've wandered into Leon's song collection. Oh well. It just goes with the sur-reality of my entire LIFE at this point.
So what's wrong with Woody? - seems to be the keyword conversational piece around here - and I figure I owe everyone an apology for being so grouchy and distant ... except Goofy who is the only person I haven't snarked at the entire time. (Sora, Leon, and Cloud don't count, because I haven't seen them. I would have snarked. Just ... no visuality to snark at ... you know what I mean.)
So, I'm really sorry for being an Oscar the Grouch. And this is the explanation why.
The stars are going out.
I'm a ... Fate.
I've been pseudo-elected to be Mayor of Traverse Town.
And all I ever wanted was to be Andy's toy, and be with Peep, and Buzz, and everyone else in Andy's Room...
But it's not there anymore. Nothing that I loved is there. And on all these stars, it's happening. People are just not ... there.
It's daunting, all right? I am toy enough to admit that I am scared out of my little wooden head. We have to stop this - and I'm a FATE - and I don't know how. I don't even know what a Fate CAN do. Aren't we all supposed to be quiet and taunt people with what we know or don't know? Are there kind Fates?
I don't know. I don't LIKE not knowing. I didn't KNOW Riku was going to do that stupid thing with Kairi, and she could have been HURT, bad! Forget what Khan could have done to her ... what about the Darkness?
How can I take care of people if I don't know what's going to happen to them?
I miss the days when the biggest problem was someone's dead battery, let me tell you.
It's not good for a toy to brood. We're kind of like fairies in that respect, we can only really take one big emotion at a time. When we brood? FULL-on brood.
I just want to know the people I love are going to be okay. Is that too much for Fate to ask?
...this song's not bad.
Playskool. I think I've been infected by the 'yaoi' virus. If I start dreaming about GI. Joe naked, then I'll worry.
And probably beat up Riku for starting the whole darned thing in the first place.