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Edward and the Furbies

Ah, the 90's...

This was soooooo fun to write!

1. Chapter 1

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The fuzzy little owl-like toy sat in my hand. Its crazy hair stood up and pointed in all directions. Its plastic eyelids were down, and the entire thing was still. It was supposed to be on. I checked the switch on the bottom; it was indeed on. I held it, turning it and trying to figure out its purpose. I checked the instruction manual. Talk to your Furby, it said. What kind of weird toy was this? I starred at it for several silent minutes, unsuccessfully trying to figure out what that could possibly do. Despite my confusion, I spoke.

“Um, hi, Furby?”

“Goo!” Its eyes flashed open; its ears started moving up and down robotically.

“Holy crap!”

I dropped it and jumped back. That thing belonged in a horror movie. Had I been human, I would have been having nightmares about this. Why would someone give this to a little kid? Why did I let Alice give this to me?

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. From behind me came a giggling Alice, blocking her thoughts from me by singing “Ice, Ice, Baby” in her head. How I hated that song! I growled at her, and, not surprisingly, that triggered more laughing.

She walked down the stairs with her usual grace, her goofy little light up sneakers flashing the whole way down.

“So how do you like your Furby?” she said, attempting nonchalance. She couldn’t keep a straight face.

“You knew that you were buying one of the many 1990s horror toys, and you gave it to me anyway?” I glared at her; she smiled.

“Yeah, well. You know how we settle who gets stuck with it?” Bubble gum, She thought. I sighed;Alice was way too into this decade. “Ugh, that’s so goofy!” I groaned. I knew I would end up going along with it to placate Alice in the end, though. She got a blank look on her face for a moment, and smiled.

“Put your feet in,” she said, sitting down and putting her feet together. I did as she said, rolling my eyes.

“Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish, how many pieces do you wish?” Pausing from her bouncing back and forth between the 4 feet below us, she turned to me.

“Um, four,” I said.

“One, two, three, four.” Her hand landed on my foot. I frowned, hoping that I wouldn’t end up losing and getting stuck with the monstrosity. I shuddered after a quick glance to my side.

“Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish. How many pieces do you wish?” She paused and pondered for a moment. “Seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.” Once again, it landed on my foot. She picked up the Furby and handed it to me. “Have fun!”

“Oh, yeah, sure I will. I love this thing.”

“Uh-huh.” Her face went blank, and an evil grin spread across her face. “Yes, you will definitely have fun with Furby.”

“You know that bubble gum isn’t fair, right? We need to come up with another way to decide,” I stated, trying to fight it.

“Oh, yeah, Edward, no problem. NOT!”

“That’s so not–” I started, but she cut me off.

“Talk to the hand,” she said, holding her palm to my face and then walking away.