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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 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!
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.
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.)
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)
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.
I remember when I was around 5/6 one of the things I wanted was a furby (didnt everyone at the time?). Anyway, I got this white one and my little sister got this pink one, Innocent enough colors I guess. When I was opening the box, I remember thinking that they were cute, when I put in the batteries I thought they were kind of cool because I was five and was like COOL my toys TALK to me!!!! Eventually though as the christmas day dragged on it started getting creepier and creepier, it wouldn’t say anything scary really but something about those plastic eyes that somehow come off as accusing as hell when you put it down and try to sleep for the night is eerie as hell. I was sleeping with my younger sister and I can distinctly remember, I heard the whirring of its ears and eyes moving, which was creepy as fuck since they were supposed to be activated by motion sensor. And of course it would start to ramble on s furbies do….but the topper of this story is when it stopped moving and said in its devilishly furby voice, “I’m hungry.”
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