Furby, that’s Me!

I had a Furby back in the 90’s, when they were still a craze, it had started as a little robotic pet, then it started swearing at me and the people I knew, and it even started saying death threat, and eventually, we just got rid of it.

I had got mine on Christmas 1998, when It was still a big thing, I even brought my Christmas money everywhere, I eventually found one at Target that was pastel blue and white, it was perfect and I named It, Cutie. I would bring it everywhere, sleep overs, birthdays, even brought it hidden to school once or twice.

One night, I had heard a loud bang on my closet and no one had been awake at the time. I took a bat from my moms room and walked quietly in my room if there had been and intruder in my room, but I found no human, only, Cutie. He was sitting on it, with a dent on him and him whining. I knew he was hungry because there was usual a glitch that caused him to whine when he was hungry.

I went to my sisters room to go grab so fake food when I looked at the door to bring it to him and I was horrified. He was sitting right there with dead eyes as he whisperd ”Your f—king dead...”

In the morning, I went to eat with my family for breakfast since it was New Years Eve,

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