Toy Story Sid's Room Novels & Stories

The fire in her core was banked but not out, and if anything, their touch reignited it, fingers trailing teasingly over her sensitive skin. They pulled her toward a side door marked with a discreet plaque: "Toy Playground." The brunette pushed it open, revealing a room that made Lara's eyes widen behind her sticky lenses. It was a pervert's paradise, walls lined with shelves upon shelves of toys. Dildos of every size and shape, from realistic veined monsters to fantastical ridged beasts in neon colors. Vibrators humming faintly on chargers, wands with bulging heads, bullets small enough to hide, plugs in graduated sets, some with tails, others jeweled or inflatable.

VENUS It’s Christmas, and my room looks like it’s been taken over by festive chaos. Sid is standing on a chair, arms stretched as she tries to secure a string of warm fairy lights along the curtain rod, muttering under her breath every time one slips. I’m on the bed, wrapping silver tinsel around the headboard and taping it down before it can slide off again. Red and gold baubles hang from the lampshade, clinking softly whenever Sid bumps into it, which is often.

Benson asked him. “Yes. Yes we do you guys all got to decide on the last film. So now it’s my turn” Sid replied sticking his tongue out and flipping me and Benson off. The girls couldn’t contain their laughter at Sids childish behaviour. Looking back at Sid he got down on his knees and began giving me puppy dog eyes. Rolling my eyes I chucked the remote at him. “Thankyouuuu… you’re welcome” he sang back.

Just from the kid-friendly design, I knew exactly who it belonged to. “This is Sevi’s room,” Sebastian confirmed, then he pointed to a door on the left side. “The study and playroom aren’t finished yet—” “We don’t need a big room.” "We?" Sebastian scoffed and closed the distance between us in three long strides. "You've got it wrong, Nesh. This room is only for our son." “Okay,” I said and walked over to Sevi’s suitcases to start unpacking them into the closet — which I guessed was a walk-in. “Where are my things? Are they already in the guest room?”

I patted his back, trying to calm him down “No one here wants to give you a shot. They’re too scary.” “You can’t fool me.” He sniffed and something about his pouty expression reminded me of Connor in his childhood, but I pushed that thought away. “You’re going to want to stick me too!” “Oh, no. Actually, I’m just here for the toys.” I winked, pointing toward the colorful playroom we had at the end of the hallway. “They have cars and costumes in that room, but I especially like the arcade. There’s an extra-scary ghost game there. Only the big kids can finish it. I hope I get there someday.” I sighed theatrically, pretending not to notice how his eyes had lit up.

Eddie said around a mouthful of brightly colored marshmallow shapes, "this is the best place ever. The toilet seat is heated. Did you know that?" I snorted into my coffee, leaning against the marble island. "I did. But thank you for the report, Inspector Gadget." "Bryant has a movie room too," he went on, his little legs swinging under the bar stool. "It's got, like, ten couches and a popcorn machine and a soda fridge and-you're not even listening!" I grinned at him over the rim of my mug. "I'm listening, baby. I just-" I sighed, watching him shove another spoonful into his mouth. "It's a lot, isn't it?"

"Upstairs. Second door on the right." The hallway is lined with photos—Marcus and Melissa's wedding, Tommy as a baby, family portraits that document years of showing up for each other. Tommy's room is exactly what I expected. Dinosaur sheets. Fossil collection arranged on shelves with hand-written labels. A poster explaining the Jurassic period in language designed for children. He's on his bed. Holding the triceratops from Marcus's place card. "Can I come in?" "Okay." The floor seems safer than the bed. Not too close. Giving him space to be angry if he needs to be.

I can tell they will take a seat to watch us if I go inside. Would Sophie like that? ….. My heart pounds in my chest as I scan the room with intensity. The thrill courses through my veins, and I feel like a predator in pursuit of its prey. This playroom is more unique than the usuals. It has a layout of a house. Like the ones they have in sitcom shows. The idea is to use household items to create a scene. It’s good that I grabbed a few toys on my way. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls. I carefully tread across the carpet, my footsteps light and deliberate. Then I listen for her…. Hoping to catch the slightest sound that might give away Sophia’s hiding place. But she’s go

'This is beautiful, Gideon,' I said, mesmerized by the shimmering water and the lush greenery surrounding it. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with a secret. 'Just wait until you see the inside.' He pulled my arm gently and led me through a hidden door behind the waterfall. The cool mist from the falls brushed against my skin as we entered a dark corridor. We moved forward until we reached another door, and Gideon pressed his thumb to a scanner, using his fingerprint to unlock it. When the door swung open, I stepped into a large room that felt like it had been plucked from an old castle, but modernized with comforts. A huge TV dominated one wall, surrounded by gaming consoles, a big plush sofa,

Amos has kept the nursery top secret. Aiden helps me out of bed, and I waddle down the hall to the room. My jaw hits the floor when I see what Amos did with the space. My son's half of the room is a pirate ship like the tree house with the crib and nursery built into the ship and wall. My daughter's side is a castle with a draw bridge you cross to get to the crib and the changing table both built into the wall. A huge willow tree seperates the two sides of the room with a fairy garden around it. The tree is attached to the wall, and the branches that hang are the lighting of the room.