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I honestly don't find ANYTHING cute about furbies. They literally look like a cross between a penguin and a gremlin. Why would anyone buy these fuckers?
My friend and I have a 2010 Furby named Jedediah Sawyer, who is absolutely evil in every good way. If you pick him up and say hi he is so awful and picks on us and we love him dearly. Well today, another friend of ours bonded. We were going to another location, and the other friend said he would take Jed.
Well, when we got there, Jed was dead. Our friend put him in the TRUNK. Something was rattling and our furby was completely out cold. So we freak out, call a techy friend of ours, and drive 30 minutes to his house.
After trying to replace the batteries to no avail, he basically skins our furby, takes every screw out, and digs in, with no luck. Nothing. A random screw falls out of the depths of our hellish toy’s heart, but that’s the only impressive thing. So we put the original batteries back in and replaced the skin, and began planning the funeral (considering setting a ship on fire and giving it a Viking end), when Jed starts laughing, and then says “it was dark in there”.
He has arisen.
(We are adopting a new one named Casey Anthony to keep him company)
YO SO SINCE YOU GUYS SEEM TO KNOW YOUR SHIT ABOUT DEMONIC FURBYS, SHOULD I GET A NEWER VERSION OR AN OLDER ONE?
All furbies are good furbies tbh
Forgot my furbys name, but it was purple and teal, no idea about anything, I’m not scared of it I have had it go off at night randomly but it didn’t do anything creepy soooo I still like furbys
Ah I have this cute white furby. It's under my sisters bed but it needs batteries I need too dig it out. I still love it after a terrifying experience. One night I was trying too sleep and I was thinking about how my furby needs new batteries so I went into the room too get it and it's eyes were grey so I knew it needed new batteries it started speaking with its grey eyes and I screamed and woke my parents up. She's still cute tho I just need too add new batteries haha. Her name is snowy.
Okay, story time. I once had my own furby. His name was Todd. Now Todd was a 1998 giraffe colored furby. He liked to laugh and dance and sing until one day i was tired of it’s shit and took out the batteries. Todd stood on the top shelf of my bookcase until last year he screamed at the top of it’s lungs AYE NIMIE HONAHHHH and committed suicide. He jumped and broke into bits. Todd’s lifeless body is now on display at the local dump.
So my grandma had like a 1999 grey “tabby” furby if I remember that correctly. It was grey and had brown and white woven into the fur, and it had the light grey ears and the sensor in its forehead was kinda a maroon colour.
Me at the time, I loved that thing to pieces until an incident which I’ll get into LOL. I was around four or five when I actually discovered my grandmas furby, since I lived with her. I think I named it like spots or something, and that was my favorite toy. I played with it all the time, and it was always claiming it wanted to eat me so I always fed it with my finger, and if it didn’t want my finger it just bit me. I remember a few weeks after discovering it my grandma had gotten annoyed with it since it was such an annoying toy, she had taken the batteries out of it while I was asleep and the next day I went to play with it and it worked perfectly okay. It was weird because every time I wanted to play with it I would ask you know? So I did and my grandma just said “I’m sorry sweetie, the batteries in it are gone so it won’t work anymore but you still can if you want” but like I said it worked fine. My grandmother freaked out when she heard it talk, saying it didn’t feel good. (Like when it would usually get a “belly ache” I think that’s what it said. I don’t even remember anymore) and she grabbed it from me and tore the batter back off. Sure enough the batteries weren’t there. Anyway, a few weeks later she just decided to put batteries back in it and I was playing with it, only to end up braking its ear, and I don’t even remember what it said soon after but it bit me next time I “fed” it, and the webbing in between my thumb and index finger got stuck in the hinges from how hard it bit me and how fast it did it. Luckily it didn’t tear skin, but it did bruise, but I have always bruised easily. needless to say, when I saw the new furbies surface, I cried. I’m almost 18 and I fucking cried because I didn’t want to see another one after all that happening. Yeah I hope they all burn somewhere, I’m never getting another damn furby
Now lets see if you all can sleep after reading that. I dunno if its that creepy but frankly it creeps me out LOL, and it happened to me
I don’t exactly remember how old I was when I got my furby. My sister and I each got one for christmas. They would talk and laugh and have a great time. One day my sister wasn’t home and my furby started talking in a super creepy way. It freaked me out so I took out the batteries. It kept talking. At that point I decided it had to go and I threw it at the wall. It screamed and continued to talk. I’m still scared.
I had always wanted a Furby, so my dad found
one one on Ebay for about ten dollars. It was a
old one; a very old one. (Look above to see the
Furby) Well, it was pretty cute. But I ended up hating
how it looked, and I got scared being around those
lifeless eyes. I decided to get help from my brother.
He hacked it. We took the skin off and I decided to
'fix' him. I decided i'd customize him. I colored him
and added pink to his hair. Now he’s done and i’m
waiting for my brother to finish the hacking! I will
post an image of the finished furby soon!
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