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furby stories

"I got a Furby for Christmas in '99.
I had it for forever. It fell into a coma and years later it woke up in the middle of the night in my closet and I woke up hearing "IT'S DARK IN HERE."
I was so fucking scared.
"

This is a blog to share your childhood memories of Furbies, good or bad. Submit your stories here!

Posts tagged furby

Sep 9 '14

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)

Sep 9 '14

Purple teal

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

Jul 17 '14

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.

Jul 11 '14

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

Jul 11 '14

Furby Custom

White furby

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!

Jul 11 '14

Once when I was 5 or 6 I had a zebra print furby. I thought those guys were terrifying, but for some reason my grandma that it was cute to get me one. She always set it on my bed when she cleaned my room. I couldn’t ever get to sleep when it was on my bed cuz I could feel it’s eyes on me. So each night I would throw it off my bed. One night I couldn’t get to sleep so instead of throwing the furby off my bed I pushed it to the crevice in between my bed and the wall. I got to bed quickly, and then I woke up a few hours later probably 2 am, and I noticed that somehow the furby got back on my bed so I pushed into the weird crevice area. I swear I heard it making those walking noises so I went to sleep. I quickly awaken to see none other than the fur by on my bed again. The next morning I trashed his little zebra ass no more creepy magic animal for me.

Jun 19 '14

I never had a furby so I never knew how creepy they were. But my sister has one and I find nothing creepy at all. When it gets mad, it is kind of scary and I leave it alone and it’ll go off. Well today I decided to play with it and it needed new batteries and I changed them and it still didn’t work, so i left it on the floor. After an hour or so my dog got a hold of it and it turned on and my dog flipped his shit and attacked its plastic little ass. It was something else. When it would talk he would bark at it and run away. So not all the furbies are bad, just give one to a dog and give yourself a show. (I do have a video of it barking at it and might submit it soon.)

Jun 6 '14

i love it again

im not scared

Jun 6 '14

I’m scared of her

I have a furby boom, but ever since i have started watching videos of it, it has creeped me out, thinking it will wake up and say “I hungry. Me eat you!” Now I always avoid waking it up. I try to overcome my fear of it by playing with it, but I can’t bear to wake it up. It’s a cute little fuzzball, but I want it to forget everything it knows about me, and for it to be the normal personality.

Ever since the last time I have play with it (it used to always be in the mornings when my parents weren’t up) I have been scared of her. Sorry, Bee-Doh. (her name)     

May 21 '14

Furby army

Many years ago I began a furby collection. I began with two so they could communicate with each other then I added a third and so on. Eventually I grew bored of them and pulled out their battery’s and put them in a series of boxes. Cut to a few years later and I’m talking to my best friend who I find out had a total fear of furbys. I go and unbox my furby army and some of them seemed to have badly melted but luckily they worked. Later that night some of my friends and I snuck into her house and placed them all over the place. I also covered the front door step in them. We waited in the bushes for her to come home. She ran up to her room and was greeted with several talking and melty pelt less furbys and I heard her start screaming. She ran threw the hall where we lined the sides with them. And she opened the front door screaming to find an army of them waiting for her. To this day she still hears the furbys I hid in cabinets and in the garage that will randomly turn on. I’m a cruel friend.