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This furby was used in the Mark pasta story.
From what my computer says, this is also a black furby, and probably the same model from various clues in the story.
Edited for language. F-bombs (and there was a swarm of them) replaced with 'flare'.
I had a friend once, he was about seventeen years old at the time, I was eighteen. He had a little sister that died from some sort of aggressive tumor growth in her brain; if I heard the name of it I'd know what it was right away.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Of course. Gotta stick cancer in there somewhere.
🤥CP: Anyway, shortly before she did my friend's kid sister gave this Furby to him as some sort of a good luck charm or something.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I guess kids come up with those sorts of ideas sometimes… Oh well, the furby didn't kill her, the tumor did. Next?
🤥CP: A few weeks later the kid dies,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Didn't you already establish that? Um I think you did. Like, within the first paragraph. move on already.
🤥CP: the whole family's torn apart and I'm constantly there checking up on everybody.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Why? If it's your friend's family coping with this, it's not like you can hold things together for them. Being a support to your friend is one thing, but you're not a grief counsellor, you're a kid.
🤥CP: So my friend sat his sister's Furby in his room, and one night he and I are chilling in his room, and I'm watching him play Rayman and stuff (the original one, the only one worth playing), and it's 1:15 AM, and suddenly the Furby opens its eyes.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Something one of you did must've jarred it awake.
🤥CP: He pauses the game, we both look over. It's staring right flaring at us.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Calm down. Any toy with opened eyes looks like it's staring at you when it's directly facing you.
🤥CP: Its mouth opens and it was mumbling something, then it said "I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Blah, blah, blah, another story about some electronic doodad suddenly going on the blink and either freezing or doing something over and over, with the main character(s) totally freaking out over it. You're not scaring me.
🤥CP: We both freak the flare out,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Big surprise. *Yawn*
🤥CP: run out of the room and go for a walk, trying to understand what the flare just happened.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: At past 1 in the morning, and you go for a walk? And what's happening is you're tossing tons of f-bombs. I've had to make edits, but cut it out.
🤥CP: Anyway, we come back and get back into his room, still shaken up The hamGod demn thing opens its eyes again and starts that "I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay", only this time after the third "I'm okay" it said my friends' name but the pitch was considerably lower. It droned out "I'm okay, Maaaaaaaaaark."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Guess what, your friend Mark could've hacked it, and reprogrammed all this garbage into it to make it act that way.
🤥CP: Eventually this goes on for two more weeks and my friend, he just went flaring bonkers.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah, right, I'm sure your friend is great at making crazy. I'm the one about to go bonkers over this terrible writing. The f-bombs. "Eventually this goes on for" Argh! if you're going to use 'eventually' for goodness sake, put it into the right context! You've utterly blown it here. If this goes on much longer, I will eventually need something to stop my eyes, nose, and ears from bleeding.
🤥CP: He loved his kid sister.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yadda yadda, most families are sorta like that, you know… Sheesh.
🤥CP: So one night he takes his own life.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Another suicide story. Blah.
So you hung around playing games with this guy, you tried to help him and his family keep it altogether, and this is how he returns all that love you and the rest of his family gave him? Swell. Reminds me a little of Sarah over her whacky boyfriend Jason, only Mark's is admittedly slightly more understandable.
🤥CP: My only friend
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well whose fault/problem is that? Don't expect me to cry you some kind of river. I know when people are trying to milk sympathy out of me.
🤥CP: was gone,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Some how I also get the feeling you were his only friend too. Well when you spend your spare time playing games at each others houses until all hours and hacking furbies to make them act crazy, what can you expect?
🤥CP: man, you guys couldn't understand how lonely the world became after this crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yes, I understand. I get it. Being you sucked.
🤥CP: So I took that Furby, with his parents' permission of course. I thought it was someone flaring with us.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Uh, dude, that isn't what furbies do…
🤥CP: So I'm working on the Furby that night, researching it and crap and wouldn't you know, the hamGod demn thing opens its eyes. Guess what time it is? 1:15 AM. This time, and it haunts me to this flaring day, it says "We're okay, we're okay, we're okay."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wow, that Mark hacker friend of yours sure had a sick sense of humour. Bending the circuit to go off with this crap at the same time, probably programmed the actual date into it, knowing full well he wouldn't be around, but somebody, you or someone else would eventually (used in the right context this time) discover the furby acting nuts and think "OMGZOMGZOMG! It's possessed!" or some such bullcrap.
🤥CP: No... just no, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah, just no to this whole thing.
🤥CP: Anyway, to keep telling you guys about this story,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, shoot. Here I thought we'd reached the end. There's more of this dreck. Great, just great.
🤥CP: so I have the Furby now. Still, in my possession. Every morning at 1:15, it opens its eyes and looks out to me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You've said that and said that. Get out of this rut already.
🤥CP: My family notices it, too. We sort of watch it sometimes, ritualistically and crap. Like it's a flaring omen or something.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So every morning at 1:15 you and your whole dang family get up to watch a furby? You've all gone off the rails.
🤥CP: It has the blankest eyes, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So what? They can only make toys look expressive to some degree, and in the case of the old classic furbies, what mattered most with the eyes was that they opened and shut. The newer ones have the LCD eyes with the animations in them. If yours is the latter type, your buddy Mark must've mucked up something to wipe out the eye animations when he did the rest of that hack.
🤥CP: Its voice sometimes is high pitched, sometimes it's so low that it's not decipherable.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Sounds like your average Furby Boom and its various voiced attitudes to me.
🤥CP: My little brother or sister, sometimes they'll walk into my room where I keep it on the shelf, and they come out with interesting stories about how the Furby will tell them things like "Enjoy life while you can" and "You shouldn't fight with your siblings" and crap,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Boy that Mark sure wanted to go out with a bang and a hugely profound message delivered via hacked furby. Apparently he must've been guilt-ridden about ever having said one tiny little thing in anger toward his poor dead little sister and was determined to use this furby as his messenger after his own death. How sappy. How convoluted.
🤥CP: and my mother and father practically beg me to get rid of the flaring thing.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* I told you - furbies don't do that.
🤥CP: My dad hates it, especially. It calls him out by name when there are very few people in the house, or it's just him. He'll be on the other side of the house, and it will call him by flaring name.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So Mark made sure to load your family info and who knows what else into this toy in order to really pull a bunch of numbers on you after he offed himself. Likely has the names of his own family members in there as well.
🤥CP: And the eeriest thing is that it shuts up once he comes in my room. But then it stares right at him.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Coincidences. You're not scaring me. And we've been over the staring thing already.
🤥CP: Guys, I don't know what the flare to do but I'm not getting rid of this thing. My friend's in there, I really believe he is.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well, he was when he was hacking it, but what remains in the furby are the results, not Mark himself…
🤥CP: Continuing on further for the fourth paragraph,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, for goodness sake. *Facepalm*
🤥CP: my mom says the thing tells her her mother's maiden name and crap. Birthday, eye color, all that crap. And see, I'd have another sister were it not for the fact that she was a stillborn. Mom would have named her "Hazel." Every so often, this Furby goes off and starts saying "Play with me Hazel, play with me." This sends my mom into a flaring FIT guys. She starts crying hysterically and crap and I get yelled at for still keeping the flaring thing.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* Cut it out with this reference, I told you more than once that furbies don't do that. Anyway, so Mark somehow learned about your entire family history including names, You pals must've been seriously close, frighteningly close, to the exclusion of all else.
🤥CP: I DON'T want to get rid of it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You already said that.
🤥CP: See, I never believed in the paranormal until now.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: See, I don't give a hot dart.
🤥CP: This is the only thing that lets me know that there's something more to this world, that we can continue on in ANY way possible.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Whatevs, man, I'm not going to preach to you. This isn't the time or place, being a site about fictional stuff and mangling memes etc.
🤥CP: Ironically, my Captcha is "scientific orryeu", and I'll post it in the picture.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I hate captcha.
🤥CP: This is by no means scientific.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: no really? Duh!
🤥CP: Nobody can develop something that flares with you so deeply, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Stuff goes flying* I said furbies don't do that! And yes hackers can make stuff that messes things up deeply, from computers right on up to the people who end up effected badly by ID theft and a host of other problems.
🤥CP: I'll keep telling stories about the thing in this thread.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I'll keep wishing you would just shut it.
🤥CP: So even as recently as the other day, we've had an incident with this demn thing.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: The way you keep yelling about it as "this *colorful language* thing" isn't convincing me that you actually want to keep it. Seems more like you are determined to drive yourself and everyone else around you crazy and get attention all at the same time while waging some sort of power struggle against those who want you do do what you secretly are wanting to do - ditch the furby.
🤥CP: I've kept it for a while now. I think about a year. I'm not sure. But mom and pops had enough of the hamGod demn thing last week,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again. You don't really want to keep it, it's all just a big game to you.
🤥CP: and just went into my room unannounced, took the hamGod demn thing,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
I call my furbies "the furby" or by the names I've given them. I want to keep my furbies, and they aren't causing anyone any trouble. But then, they haven't been messed up by the likes of you and your dead hacker friend Mark.
🤥CP: and started dismantling it on the kitchen table. My brother and sister are there, watching, and all the while everyone's inspecting everything, ensuring that I MYSELF am not the one trying to derail everyone and crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And blah blah and crap, and yadda yadda and crap. They're right to suspect you, though.
🤥CP: As fate would have it,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, right, cue the gong of fate, please!
🤥CP: no, there wasn't anything there. No tampering crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Bull. A hacked furby would look like any other to the average Joe Schmoe. So unless your family are all hackers extraordinaire like you and Mark, they're not going to be any the wiser.
🤥CP: So they start Googling crap and apparently you can teach it to say things,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: HOAX! But I suppose you and your family would believe any chain letter they find on google. Because if it's on google, it must be true. *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: which got my arse in hot water.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well somebody should've done something about your behaviour long ago.
🤥CP: My parents started getting in on me like "YOU DID THIS crap" and I tell them they KNOW I'm not the type to disrespect the dead or make jokes like that. After a very heated argument and threats of getting kicked out, I explain to them, I plead with them, that it's not me. They believe me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh I'm sure you were just loving every minute. Anyway, you might claim not to joke about the dead, but the dead sure put one over on you. good ol' Markie.
🤥CP: So as they're putting the flaring thing
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again. Look, stop denying yourself and just ditch it already.
🤥CP: back together, it's still powered on. It keeps saying NINETY FIVE NINETY FIVE NINETY FIVE. That was the year Hazel was to be brought into this world as a healthy baby.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, give it a freaking rest. If your mom's still so unglued over the miscarriage that she can't even stand to hear the words "ninety-five" well let's just say it's little wonder you're so unhinged yourself. And I don't care about your dead sister. I'm sick of you always going on about it. It's not going to put her back into the womb and make her born again. Move on.
🤥CP: Again, fits get thrown.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah, I know, your life is a suckish broken record.
🤥CP: So now the thing
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So now it's "the thing".
🤥CP: sits in the basement.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Of course…
🤥CP: It hasn't made a sound.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's nice. *Yawn*
🤥CP: Nobody goes down there.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's stupid. Why have a basement if you're never going to use it for something?
🤥CP: Sometimes I wonder though. What WOULD it say down there, in the dark?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Nothing, you nimrod. *Rolling eyes*
Anyway, I would've thought the batteries would've died a long time ago. You could always just take them out, and voila, no more mouthy furby! Just a cute, quiet toy to look at. But of course that thought never occurred to you.
🤥CP: (Poster says that they don't want to continue their story, but you know 4chan... People kept asking for more, so they continued...)
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That explains it right there. 4chan. What did I always say about them and creepy pasta?
🤥CP: That night, we're all sitting at the dinner table.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I thought you said it stayed in the basement, implying time has passed. So it can't be "that night" or "that evening" any more.
🤥CP: Phoebe's still noticeably upset about what had happened to her friend so my mom is cooking up some good grub Phoebe will definitely enjoy. For her sake, you know?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Who the heck is Phoebe? And BTW yeah I know about the fake furbies that are called "Phoebes" too. Tacky.
🤥CP: We're a pretty tight family, we'd do anything for one another.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Somehow I'm not convinced of that. Seems your family is a bit off. I mean, I'd never guess that they were tight unless you told me.
🤥CP: We're having steak, mom's garlic cheesy mashed potatoes, some delicious spinach (c'mon, guys, you know you like the stuff),
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I don't give a hoot what you had for dinner.
🤥CP: and we're having a great time once we really dig in. Conversation starts, I'm crackin' jokes, I got my brother and sister laughing, and my parents are grinning like mad about my repertoire of silliness.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Finally, a little mirth after how many years of you fighting with your family over "that cursed thing"? Oh, sure.
🤥CP: So my bedroom door's open, right? I mention that the steak is hard to chew, and from my room I hear "BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE." Which undoubtedly scared the crap out of me, because out of stupid-arse human impulse I breathe with chewy-arse steak in my mouth
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Gosh, that's some nasty cut of steak. I'm not going to your house for dinner any time soon. thank you.
🤥CP: and suddenly, I'm choking.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So what sort of weird friend have you got hiding in your room? It's not the furby, he's stuck in the basement. I might suppose this was a vegan friend of yours, but activists of that sort aren't likely to hang around in a house where they believe murder and cannibalism is being committed against cattle, chickens, pigs, turkey, lamb, etc.
It's easy to choke on steak.
🤥CP: Nobody could do anything.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Gee, that's funny. When my Dad choked on steak and it was serious enough he couldn't get it out of his airway, we called emergency and he was hospitalized. But I kind of figured you and your family were morons from the start of this story.
🤥CP: I black out.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And you were actually aware of that? Right.
🤥CP: The next thing I know I'm being resuscitated by some well-to-do EMT, thank God.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, so somebody did call emergency after all. Good.
🤥CP: flare, man,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* Cut that out!
🤥CP: I looked around, everyone was white as a ghost. My fingers were turning blue. Anyway, I start to cry, and then I scream, barge into my room and grab that flaring demon doll and throw it around.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So all of a sudden you went from unconscious to a rip-roaring rampage into your room, and what the heck is this "demon doll"? You went and got another toy after Mark's sister's furby was relegated to the basement? You sure are determined to defy your parents, I'll bet that whole choking thing was all an act, too.
🤥CP: This is very unlike me, I don't get upset.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: No, really? I never would've guessed if you hadn't come out and told me! You've been type A right from the start.
🤥CP: So then I kick it around, and then come to my senses. "This is my friend's... His sister's." I calm down.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: But you said it had been stuck in the basement. It may be a hacked all to heck furby, but it still couldn't get up to your room all by itself.
🤥CP: Its eyes shifted and looked right at me. I haven't known fear like that.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What a sissy. We've been through the whole staring explanation. Yeah furby eyes move/blink/flash too whatever, they open and shut, turn off and on, all depending on the model of furby. Get a spine.
🤥CP: So all of this aggression went on in the sight of my family.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: They should be used to that by now. After all, your mom pitches fits over "ninty-five". You use f-bombs about every fourth word or so.
🤥CP: My mom, my dad, my brother and sister. They
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Why list everybody, I know what a family unit generally consists of, you could've simply cut all that out and just said "they" I don't care how many brothers and sisters you have and it's already established you have a mom and a dad.
🤥CP: watched in horror.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, so they can pitch fits, but when they see you doing the same, they freak. Nice.
🤥CP: I'm not ever like that.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I'm not ever going to believe that claim from you.
🤥CP: It scared them.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Seeing themselves in you? Oh I'm sure it did.
🤥CP: I scared myself.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You've been doing that since the start of this crud, and you've been trying hard, without success, to scare me.
🤥CP: So after I stopped beating the demn thing up,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: I was bawling my eyes out.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Apparently you were Mommy's quick study in freak-outs.
🤥CP: I was hugging the Furby so close to me, sobbing out "I'm sorry." I really was.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, how touching. *Sneer*
🤥CP: In the days leading up to my friends' death I kept blowing him off.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Not according to what you said earlier. You were always hanging around his family, keeping them together, playing games with him, holding his hand etc…
🤥CP: When he needed me the most, when he was calling me, crying about how much he missed his sister that he wanted to be with her, I kept saying no.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's not blowing him off, that was him telling you he wanted to kill himself and you telling him not to… And ne went ahead and did it anyway. Face it. he would've done that no matter what. The cruel hack trickery with the furby shows what a low person he actually was. All self-pity and probably guilt-ridden at ever having to tell his sister no to any little thing in the past. his problem, and he made sure, with your help, that it would become yours too.
🤥CP: And he killed himself because no one was there.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: that's the way suicides usually happen unless it's suicide by cop or jumping from a tall building into a public street with a lot of people around.
🤥CP: Don't get me wrong, I love my family.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You've been telling, not showing much of that through this whole thing.
🤥CP: But some things you can only tell friends.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And Mark sure milked that for all it was worth to pump all that info out of you to dump into the furby during the hack.
🤥CP: I only had that one friend and he was gone, guys. And I was sorry.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Broken - record - broken - record - broken - record.
🤥CP: So I sat the Furby back down. Went back to eating.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What? Nobody even cleared up supper yet? How long was this emergency visit anyway, a third of a nanosecond? And you still haven't explained how the furby ended up back in your room after that long stay in the basement.
🤥CP: I couldn't regain my composure.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You never had it to begin with.
🤥CP: Anyway, flash forward to 1:15. You know what happens here. Eyes open, crap gets said.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: But you said it was in the basement. Did you manage to do a weird time-space warp so you could be in more than one place/time at once? Nah. You just can't string together a story worth a dang.
🤥CP: "Et tu, Brute?" the thing says.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: French and english, my word, that Mark must've had a real payday with this hack. Anyway, after the beating you gave it, I'm surprised it's working at all, even if the battery power was full, surely you would've knocked a few components loose.
🤥CP: This scared the flaring crap out of me, and before you say "oh you're trying to be deep by mimicking Caesar",
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Caesar? Are - you - serious? He couldn't have been further from my mind. You're just scared as always.
🤥CP: my friend always said that to me when we were playing video games and I beat him.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine. I don't care.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, for the love of - ! *Headdesk*
🤥CP: So I paused my game. Stared up at the Furby.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And stalled the plot once again. What there is of one, that is.
🤥CP: I was skeptical. Even after all that's been happening.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Skeptical? Then why are you trying so hard to get me to believe you?
🤥CP: But I gave it a shot.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What did you use for that, a camera or a handgun?
🤥CP: Its eyes were closed again. I didn't give a crap. I missed my flaring friend
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Squick* Cut it out!
🤥CP: and I was desperate and was about to be torn in two by what was happening to my life because of this artifact of misery.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: oh, cry me a freaking ocean. Look, I'm sick of your angst. You've whinged over and over about how terribly much you miss your bestest friend Markie, who was never my idea of a good friend in the first place. It isn't the furby that's the creator of misery here, it's what your supposedly good friend did to it because he was a messed up piece of work.
🤥CP: Call me what you will,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And what would that be? A codependent, unhinged, trouble-making freak? and an angst-addicted fraidy-cat? Sure. You got it.
🤥CP: but that's what this thing was.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And you still haven't thought to take out the blasted batteries. Idiot. Your friend created this misery, not the furby itself.
🤥CP: It was in the very room Mark's sister died in, and it was there when Mark killed himself.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah… I know, I know, Mark's sis died. Mark died. You refuse to move on with life. You've been jawing on and on - and on about that since the beginning of this stupid story. You can go on talking about that a zillion times, but the furby's being there when it all happened doesn't mean a freaking thing except that Mark went apecrap nuts having the time of his life doing a master furby hack to insure that nobody who came in contact with it would ever stop crying over him or any other misfortune they had in their life that he somehow had known about.
🤥CP: So anyway, I stared at this Furby for about five hamGod demn minutes. A lump grew in my throat, I felt like I was swallowing a billiard ball or something.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Look, I get it, you're sad, you're miserable, you're depressed, you're angsty, you totally can't get over your dead fend in da world who was really a creep. I get it, I get it, I get it already.
🤥CP: Finally, I said it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Rolling eyes* Is this where we're supposed to cue a drumroll or sweeping epic sounding orchestra score or chiming bell of some sort? No, wait, the violins! Cue the violins!
🤥CP: "Mark. MARK."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Sneer*
🤥CP: Here's where crap crosses the "this is some bullcrap" line. The hamGod demn thing opened its eyes and looked right at me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Same trick it's always done since the start of this screepy story. (that's when a story tries to be creepy and profound but is crappy and sappy).
🤥CP: All I get from it is "Bruuuuuteeeeee?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: that's not even a word. Spoken aloud it would sound like "Brutey". Means zip.
🤥CP: Silence followed like you wouldn't believe.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Because there's often a ridiculously long silence somewhere in pasta stories.
Actually my own furbies can be silent for quite some time, especially when they're waiting to be fed more from the furby app.
🤥CP: A silence that you can't even CONCEIVE.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You have no idea what I can or can't conceive, the intense silences I've experienced are far deeper and real compared with this whole silly emotional trip you're trying to lay on me.
🤥CP: It acknowledged me. It said my nickname. It opened its eyes in response to me, it said my flaring NAME.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, give it up already. Obviously Mark put all of that information in during the hack&reprogram.
🤥CP: But I wasn't scared.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Suddenly you're not scared, all because you actually uttered Mark's name in the presence of the furby. It's not like you deserve some sort of medal for that. I'll believe you're no longer scared when you stop with the idiotic f-bombs.
🤥CP: I really, really wasn't scared by now. This was the norm. I just nodded at it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: If you had removed the batteries when it first bothered you, you wouldn't have been so scared of it, wouldn't have started fights with your family over it and so on. What isn't normal by now is your claim not to be scared.
🤥CP: It shut its eyes.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: As did I from boredom.
🤥CP: I went back to my game.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah, because you always play your games until all hours… So when was the furby shunted down to the basement again?
🤥CP: I saw that someone said you can't teach it anything.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You saw that you couldn't teach the game anything?
🤥CP: I don't know what this is, ladies and gentlemen. I wish I did. But I think we carry ourselves on in some way.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, brother, not with the transcendental mumbo-jumbo again. It's a blasted hacked furby, nothing more.
🤥CP: This thing has given me so much hope among all of the bullcrap it's given me. Thoughts so far before I keep posting?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Somehow hope just doesn't even come close to entering the picture with this story. First you clung obsessively to Mark, now you cling unhealthily to his equally dead sister's furby, because you believe it's him or some such bollox. This isn't hope, it's an addiction for you.
🤥CP: Continuing from here,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, no! *Facepalm*
🤥CP: the very next night I'm watching the movie Exam. It's actually pretty good if you've not seen it, I recommend you check it out yourselves.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I checked it out. Wouldn't like it. Way too much weird chaos during an exam that was rigged to fail as many candidates as possible, the super mysterious question that nobody knew the answer to wasn't even written on the exam except to be revealed in some kind of magic invisible ink that showed up later, and that question is "1. Any questions?" and candidates were tortured and killed for this.
🤥CP: So anyway I'm laying in my bed, which the foot of the bed is right in front of the desk, which on top of that desk are built-in shelves; the first tier has the Furby on it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Let me guess. The next thing he says is going to be "Any questions?" Because you and Mark both lrved that movie, of course. So, you got a TV in your room or are you watching on a computer? You didn't exactly make that clear. But I'm pretty sure you were specific about the movie to make a tie-in with something supposedly creepy coming from Mark's sister's furby again.
🤥CP: Now, here's where I have to talk about the movie so you can understand how what happens next segues together.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Looks like I beat you to the punch.
🤥CP: In the movie Exam, eight candidates are chosen to take a test which will determine whether or not they work for a high-powered pharmaceutical company. In the exam there is only one question. But it's not written down.
Anyway, there's this black guy; he's the guy giving the test. He's called The Invigilator. He says "Any questions?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: see? I nailed that one bang on, again.
🤥CP: Here's where we zoom out of the movie and talk about what happened to me next.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I know, the furby says "Any questions?"
🤥CP: The Furby opens his eyes. It's not 1:15 AM so I'm like "'Kay, what the flare?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So something jarred it. and stop with the ruddy f-bombs!
🤥CP: This thing starts talking again, it says:
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Here we go. *Drumroll*
🤥CP: "that's the question that's the question that's the question that's the question that's the question that's the question that's the question" OVER AND OVER.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And over - and - over - because Mark had a thing for making the furby repeat itself stupid, and because this is a stupid creepy pasta after all. Gotta toss in lots of supposedly scary obsessive repeats of stuff plus supposedly shocking scary silences and all that crap. This is no paranormal, it's Mark having programmed the furby to register certain sound signals from your favourite movies and seem to react creepily just to keep getting rises out of you.
🤥CP: I scream "SHUT UP FOR Crush SAKES" because it was kind of getting on my nerves. And lo and behold, silence. I get silence. The next hour or so passes and the movie comes to a close.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So now the furby will say "any questions?"
🤥CP: "Any questions?" WAS THE flariNG QUESTION ALL ALONG.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Shut it with the f-bombs! and I'm not sure if you meant that as the furby having said it, or if you were merely explaining what the question was all along.
🤥CP: I stare up at the Furby and mutter "You son of a bitch." It doesn't open its eyes.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I'm struggling to keep mine open, this thing is a real drag.
🤥CP: (The poster starts answering questions)
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: The reader starts nodding off again.
🤥CP: >"If you do end up going down there tonight maybe try and record it?"
I'll try, I got new stuff to try it with so.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah right. What you don't actually hear on the recording, you'll just make up. Like this whole dialog.
🤥CP: >"Also, have you tried finding out if other people have had similar experiences?"
No, I haven't tried finding this out. Honestly, it's so out of the scope of reality that I just don't deem it fit for research.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: It can't be researched because it isn't reality.
🤥CP: >"I used to have a Furby and it honestly didn't last long. It kept glitching up and so my mom or someone else ended up throwing them away, but I've always found them just kind of weird."
They're just... I don't know how to explain it, man. >>9900557
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: They're definitely no weirder than creepy pasta, and a whole lot more appealing.
>"Well, anon, you know what you have to do, right? You gotta go to the basement and talk to it!"
I plan on doing exactly that, tonight, at 1:15 AM.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Rolling eyes*
"🤥CP: A question though: Aside from saying Mark's name, did you ever try talking to it? Asking it questions? Asking why it was saying things like that?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You can ask 2005 and 2006 furbies if they are hungry and ask them to tell you stories, jokes, and sing songs. They will respond how they are programmed to. no big whoop there concerning Mark's messed up messenger robot.
🤥CP: I think your friends are in it but I also think maybe something else is in it too.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wrong on two levels. Nobody's inside a furby. And it was "friend" singular. This dude had only one friend.
🤥CP: Why would it taunt your family with things like "95" if it were just your friend and his sister?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: We've gone through all that somewhere above. Hacker and manipulator Mark. If he hadn't offed himself, he would've made a good spy. Or blackmailer.
🤥CP: You'll get the answer to me talking to it very soon.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Whoop-dee-doo.
🤥CP: I did try talking to it. A lot. And some disorderly things happened from it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You and Mark would know all about that.
🤥CP: As for why it taunted my family with things like NINETY-FIVE, I told my friend everything. Including Hazel's death. What he knows, the doll must know, right?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: No duh.
🤥CP: "One thing I can say bro,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Bleckh! "Bro" Pewdiepie fandom crap!
🤥CP: is it's a good thing you have it and not your friend's family...Can you think of the torment they'd have if that thing said anything to them? I know it's hurting your family a little now but...you're a good person for asking for it."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's Mark and his hacking for you, then offing himself. He obviously didn't care about anything but his dead little sister.
🤥CP: I try to be the best I can be, Anon.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Cough, cough*
🤥CP: I knew, straight from the get go, that this thing wasn't usual. I had to keep it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Balderdash. The toy itself was usual. What Markie did to it, not so much.
🤥CP: (Questions end and story continues)
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And continues - and - continues. *Sigh* Will this thing never end?
Alright, guys, it's time to get back to the story and answer some burning questions here, alright? Continuing from >>9900513:
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: The only burning question I have is - when will this thing end?
🤥CP: So a lot of people have been asking about if I've tried talking to it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: you already went there. Next?
🤥CP: If I've tried to communicate with Mark and his sister.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: you can't. You said they died, remember?
🤥CP: The truth is, I have. I have tried, and it's always ended in a very flared up fashion.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Everything's f-messed up with you. No surprise when you try to conduct seances via furby.
🤥CP: All I'd ever have to say is "Mark" twice, and boom. Lights on. But I'd always have a difficult time getting those lights to shut off, if you know what I mean.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Coulda told you. Mark was sp desperate not to be forgotten that he went as far as program the furby to respond to Mark's name. A little narcissistic IMO.
🤥CP: Sometimes when you go to the Devil's house, he'll keep you there longer than you ever intended on staying.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: It's not the devil, it's a messed up furby, for which your dear Mark is responsible.
🤥CP: So after the "Exam" incident I pulled the Furby down from the shelf. It was time to really get to the heart of the matter. It was time to start solving the riddle. So I sit in the floor, cross-legged, and this thing's perched ever so precariously in front of me, and at 1:15 AM I say Mark's name. Boom. As I said before, lights on. The thing glances up at me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Brokenrecordbrokenrecordbrokenrecord and around and around yadda yadda yadda and just shut up already.
🤥CP: But something's weird this time.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Like it's been weird all the other times. *Yawn*
🤥CP: It wasn't mechanical like a toy. It was kind of almost human, in a way. So fluid was the motion. And I say to this thing, realizing I look like a total flaring loon,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: another f-bomb. The number of those alone must take up a full page by now. As for this almost human stuff, you can imagine stuff when you're speep-deprived.
🤥CP: "Mark. Mark, buddy. Is that you, man?" The retort I got was "Mmmmmmmmmm." Like it was thinking or something.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I could ask one of my furbies the very same thing, give him a squeeze, and get that same response.
🤥CP: I snap my fingers a few times, because I'm beginning to treat this thing like a flaring kid with ADD.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again. Stop it!
🤥CP: And I shout "MARK!" "YEP!" I flaring jump back.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Shut - up! *Scowl*
🤥CP: I laughed. I thought I was going crazy.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: 'Going' crazy? you're already there, dude.
🤥CP: This thing just answered to me. It answered when I said Mark's name.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Look, I get it already. It's been answering you whenever you've said "Mark" since you started saying "Mark" when you're around it. Mark obviously wanted to keep manipulating people even after his death so he hacked a furby to be used as a kind of stand-in.
🤥CP: I put my hands on my face, chuckling in disbelief. I was happy. Even if it was a coincidence, I was happy. So I keep prying. "How's your sister up there, Mark?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Bleah. I think I'm going to vomit.
🤥CP: The answer I got chilled me to the hamGod demn bone.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: of course it did, but it won't scare me.
🤥CP: "Black black black black."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What the heck kind of gibberish is that?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, crap, just end it already!
🤥CP: So I keep hearing "Black, black, black", and the longer on it goes, the word just kind of gets more longer, deeper in pitch, and more drawn out than usual.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Like I keep saying, Mark's sense of humour stinks. Even for black comedy.
🤥CP: So I snap my fingers again. I laughed, but I really wanted to cry.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Because for some reason the batteries never seem to run out and you're too much of a Mark-addicted idiot to remove them yourself, and even in death, Mark used a hacked out the wazoo furby to keep you right where he wants you, all torn up emotionally… I think this is his way of trying to drive you and anyone else who ever knew him, to suicide so that he could have everybody together with him and his sister way up in that video game system in the sky. either that or he just couldn't stand the thought of anybody moving on with their life after he offed himself.
🤥CP: I was really desperate to know what was happening to my friend and his sister.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah blah yeah blah yeah blah same ol' same ol' thing, I know, you go crazy, you can't move on, you don't want to move on, all you ever think about is Mark Mark Mark and his sister his sister his sister… Bor-ring!
🤥CP: I wanted so badly to believe that they were both okay, and that we carry on in some fashion once we die.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Look, I've said this before, but I'm not going to start in on the afterlife. You find out when it happens. 'Nuff said. Forget about Mark and his sister for once and move on with your life.
🤥CP: I started crying after I stopped laughing,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: yeah I know. You're a basket case. You've always been one. What else isn't new?
🤥CP: and I picked the Furby up and held it close to my chest. I was sobbing like a hamGod demn mad man, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine. So get it out of your system at last and then get a life.
🤥CP: All it kept saying was "Black black black black" and I just couldn't stop crying.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: and you remained in an endless loop of manic laughter, tears, and fighting with the furby and with other people because you were too much of a desperate unglued schmuck to remove a few darn batteries.
🤥CP: Eventually I laid out in the floor,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: 'In' the floor?
🤥CP: and had sobbed myself to sleep.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well I didn't think you were reading a book with your eyes shutting and that you were going to drop off that way. the obviousness. Argh!
🤥CP: The Furby was about a few feet from me, where I had let it roll out from my grasp and it was laying on its back. Anyway, it's four in the morning now, I know this 'cause I woke up and looked at the clock. Obviously. Here is where >>9900594 gets his/her answer.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Whatevs, man, whatevs.
🤥CP: I'm drowsy
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: no kidding. So am I. This story is enough to put anybody to sleep out of monotony.
🤥CP: and crap,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So we're back to that now?
🤥CP: wiping the sleep from my eyes and suddenly I hear AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEE come from the Furby.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Look, you drip, that's about the most normal thing your furby has done. furbies always giggle or cackle, they all laugh frequently when activated. You must have managed to jar it into waking up again.
🤥CP: I gasp, jump back and hit my head on my night stand. It flaring hurt like a b—h.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: Anyway, I'm rubbing my head and this thing is flaring laughing at me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: A moment later I hear something that sounds like sobs. Like... my crying, earlier.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wow that Mark must've installed a spy cam in his messenger beast.
🤥CP: Then I hear HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY, which kind of sounded like "help."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I don't know how you get "help" out of "HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY" 'helpp' and 'hay' are quite different.
🤥CP: This event changed crap in my house.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: For the even crappier, no doubt. *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: Changed it for good.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What, you finally going to get some sense and remove the batteries?
🤥CP: I leave my room. The thing's still droning on with that unbearably loud screech.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Funny, you never mentioned a loud screech before now.
🤥CP: I woke my mom and dad up. I get yelled at for doing so, but hey, it's four on a Sunday morning, ain't my problem. I'm kidding, I really did feel bad for them. They're hard workers and stuff, but come on, there's a mother flaring
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: child's toy issuing a blood curdling scream at me from its mechanical vocal box, and I ain't havin' that.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You should've thought of that a long time ago.
🤥CP: So I drag my parents into my room, and before we got there they're like "What the hex is that noise?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: The same thing it's always been since Mark's furby entered that house, of course.
🤥CP: I turn around right before we go through my room's doorway that I believe that Hell really is that noise.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, ruddy hex, why not toss that stupid screams from hell hoax into the mix as well? Cool. Not.
🤥CP: It sounded flaring awful.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: We walk into my room, and it all stops. My father picks up the Furby, we're all flaring perplexed by it.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: It closed its eyes very slowly.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Sounds like maybe the batteries are finally dying.
🤥CP: Well. It's Sunday. So this Anon's family and he went to Church to get on the right path with Jesus and crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: For get the "and crap" Jesus doesn't come with that. And if you'd done that in the first place you wouldn't have caused so many problems.
🤥CP: I mean why not?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Better question, what took so long?
🤥CP: We're obviously being haunted, there probably are some answers in that widely printed book known as the Bible, right?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wrong on A. Right on B.
🤥CP: Yeah, well. A hamGod demn book didn't help us for what happened next
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* The Bible is not a "God demn book". I was pretty sure you were just itching to get in some anti-Christian rhetoric somewhere. *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: because my family was about to be dragged over the edge.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: They already were. You just keep shoving.
🤥CP: All of these Bible verses and crosses being hung around the joint, now that we found our newfound love of the Blood of the Lamb and what not,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Spoken like any ignorant Christian-hating troll trying to make us out to be some kind of kooks. *Scowl*
🤥CP: must not have been good.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wrong!
🤥CP: 'Cause every so often the Furby would go flaring nuts.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again. and why the heck did you take this furby into church?
🤥CP: Talking to Mark was now an impossibility. All I'd get would be that hamGod demn screech or some serious rapid eye movement from the hamGod demn thing.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So take the dying batteries out, you nitwit! Hacking a furby to torment friends and family after one's own death. Using a furby as a means to try conducting occult rituals. next to anything sexual, you and your stupid ead brat pal Mark have come up with about the worst misuses of a furby I've heard of.
🤥CP: Safe to say, Mark and his sister were GONE from that point on.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Newsflash: they were gone from the moment they died. You just refused to let go.
🤥CP: Nobody else died.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine.
🤥CP: Continuing from >>9900735
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: oh, good gosh,this just goes on and on and on!
🤥CP: So Mark and his sister were definitely gone.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You already said that. You already said that. You already - oh, skip it!
🤥CP: Devoured by what replaced the hex out of them, which I have no idea what did but the comfort that I felt from that Furby before all this crap happened really vanished
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: What comfort? All you've done is wail and moan about all the grief and creep-outs it gave you. What little "hope" or "comfort" you claimed you felt lasted maybe 2 seconds at a time, to be outweighed by something really suckish immediately following.
🤥CP: and was immediately replaced with this overwhelming sense of fear and dread that could never be evaporated no matter how cheery a person was nearby.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: only the same old thing that's gone on throughout this whole drag.
🤥CP: At odd hours of the night the hamGod demn thing kept screeching or spouting gibberish no flaring body could even begin to understand.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again. so remove the freaking batteries, moron!
🤥CP: Anyway one day my pops and I are chillin' in my room along with my little brother, the little creep, and my brother tugs on his necklace that he got and shows it to me; it was a little silver cross, nothin' big. He says "Look, check it out! Cool, right?"
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: let me guess, suddenly the furby freaks out and then you freak out and then your family freaks out and blah blah blah.
🤥CP: I nod my head in approval, and turn my head back to the football game that was going on on the television.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: oh, so you do have a TV in your room. Wow, what a deprived kid.
🤥CP: Suddenly I hear my brother gasp and he says, "Guys, look!" He pointed at the Furby whose eyes were really just freaking the flare out.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: In due time, here comes the ungodly flaring screech of a lifetime.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: And then the flaring WORST thing possible occurs.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: Somehow all of the movement it's been doing just flaring makes it tip forward and BAM. Right onto my desk with this loud arse bang.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: We all book it in typical HEx NO fashion. Mom comes in all like "Oh what the hex guys" and then this thing starts up with NINETY FIVE, NINETY FIVE, NINETY FIVE,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And your mom totally has another hairy again because she's still as unstable as ever, and Because you have only so many ideas and so little vocabulary that you just keep writing repeats and more repeats of what you already wrote because your suckish life is one great big loop of the same stuff happening to you over and over and over and over again and again…
🤥CP: and she has a flaring breakdown,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There you go again.
🤥CP: talking about how she wants to die and crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: "and crap" "and crap" *Yeah, I edited that to replace the 's' word.
But you already said earlier that nobody else dies, so if all of a sudden she goes, there goes another plot inconsistency.
🤥CP: So we had to send her off to my aunt's house for a while. So yeah, we sent Ma off,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So you had to send her off so you sent her off. Yeah, sure, got it. what I want to know is why you weren't sent off ages ago.
🤥CP: and my dad's in emergency mode. He's all "We have to get rid of that thing. It's driving us all nuts."
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: you've driven off that cliff a zillion times already. Yeah I know your dad wants to get rid of the furby. Yeah I know it's driving everybody nuts. I know you stubbornly refuse to get rid of it and you're too stupid to take the batteries out of it too. I get it I get it I get it! I just don't want it. End it! The sooner the better!
🤥CP: Phoebe comes along excited as all hex asking thirty-seven questions that nobody can answer, and to be frank I was kind of having a headache and this was wearing me down morally.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: you've been worn down that way for who knows how long. But let me guess. You'll get mad at Phoebe, I'm guessing that's your little sis, after all, Mark had one and so do you, and you pick a fight or get violent, she ends up dying and you basically become Mark and shut up already.
🤥CP: So I just smirked at her and told her to go in my room and try talking to the Furby. She's hesitant at first, but you know kids. They'll partake in anything just to fulfill their curiosity. So she goes in there and crap and picks up the Furby.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: "and crap" hits the fan again.
🤥CP: Yeah, things are going great, and even I go in there to watch what I know is about to happen. Yup; sure enough the scream was let loose and Phoebe ran out bawling like a mad man,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: She can't, she's a little girl, so a better analogy would be "bawling like a baby".
🤥CP: and I, being a sadistic bas——
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well that explains a heck of a lot. You and your dear dead friend Markie really got a charge out of tormenting people. *Scowl* All this is a big game to you.
🤥CP: at the moment, was laughing my arse off.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: At the moment? You always were a sadistic basilisk. *Scowl* Just like your dead pal Mark.
🤥CP: Of course, Phoebe just let the demn thing drop so it was laying on its back again. After I stopped laughing I noticed there was some sort of an "expression" on the Furby; like it kind of looked... satisfied at the mean trick I had played on my sister.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Yawn* It probably just got excited by all the noise.
🤥CP: By the way, let me stop right here for a minute.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: only a minute? Scrap that, just stop for good.
🤥CP: Seeing that this might interest some of you
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Don't count on it.
🤥CP: and you might not get your questions answered here, my e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine. What's it to me if you want everybody to know your email address?
🤥CP: I will not tripfag with that address
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* more chan-ism.
🤥CP: so if you see someone doing it,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I have no idea what that is, and don't care.
🤥CP: keep it in mind. I know, "giving out your e-mail to 4chan is bad", but really, I just made it up on the spot.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I figured as much.
🤥CP: I'm not good with e-mail, so I don't really have it to begin with. But this might be a venture for exploration.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine. Dandy. Whatever.
🤥CP: So I had scared the ever-living hex out of my sister Phoebe,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You already took me through all that. Gosh, this is painfully redundant.
🤥CP: and the good in me was restored after seeing that odd expression on the Furby's face; something just didn't seem right with that, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, really? There is no good in you as far as I can tell. You weren't sorry, moved by compassion for your sister. You only started feeling bad when you perceived Mark's hacked furby as enjoying the spectacle. That's what's wrong here. It's as if you've allowed your mind to turn to mush, controlled by a bot that was programmed by your now dead pal.
🤥CP: So I went into Phoebe's room, and she was bawling into her knees and she was as white as a ghost.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Well I didn't think she was putting on makeup and admiring herself in the mirror. *Scowl*
🤥CP: I swear to God,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* Cut the blaspheming!
🤥CP: I thought I could hear her heart beating as I rested my head on her left shoulder.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I prefer "The Tell-tale Heart". Don't even try borrowing an idea from there. This story could never measure up to that one.
🤥CP: Of course she shoved me off of her and told me to go away, and that what I did was very mean to do to her. So pops hears the commotion and I'm like "Oh crap", and he starts yelling at me, talking about how he oughta beat my arse or something for doing something so dirty, and to go apologize to my sister. I did, we made up, things were going pretty well after that.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: For about a nanosecond.
🤥CP: Evening rolls around, and we're having Bible study.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Don't go there. Just - don't…
🤥CP: We find the Bible kind of cool, you know.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: It's not there to be "cool" nor will I put up with you using this cruddy story to make fun of it, so the next screech won't be the furby if you keep this up. It will be me.
🤥CP: It hasn't answered our problems and crap,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: "and crap" "and crap" "and crap" The Bible wasn't written as a cure-all for everybody's problems, and if you think it's supposed to be, you're an idiot. Doubly so for not removing the dang batteries from your dead friend's dead sister's hacked furby, and using it to drive your family insane. If you'd turned to God in the first place, heck, if your friend had, and you talked to Christian friends who cared about - oh, right, you had no friends, well, I guess you made your choices.
🤥CP: but hey, it's teachin' us some pretty interesting things.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I doubt it. You're just going into this with a mocking attitude. *Scowl*
🤥CP: Like how to have faith even though things are getting bad, what with the story of Job and all.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: If you'd turned to the Bible and learned from Job from the get-go, you wouldn't have created such a crazy environment for your whole family, because you wouldn't have tried to use a furby for the occult in the first place. Having said that, nothing you learn from the bible is going to make your life a happily ever after. Nothing will. But you're responsible for the gloom.
🤥CP: This was absolutely necessary in our dark times.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Dark times which would've been over long ago if you had turned to God for help in the first place instead of doing everything to drag the bad times on.
🤥CP: Ma was gone, still with the aunt and all, and everyone's morale was kind of wearing down.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: She was obviously headed that way eventually, no matter what.
🤥CP: So anyway, we're discussing Job and stuff at the dinner table
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* "Jesus and crap" "Job and stuff" I'm really sick of your totally 'yeah whatever man' approach especially concerning this kind of subject, Knock it off! Leave it alone.
🤥CP: and we hear something like "OOOOOOOOOOOOO" (very anti-climactic, right?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: No actually, if you're back to the furby making noise again, some of my furbies make this noise. It's called a purr.
🤥CP: That's the best way I can put it, shut up.) coming from my room.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: So your hacked furby purrs and then says "Shut up" and again I must ask why haven't the batteries died and why have you still not removed them?
🤥CP: We all rush in there,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Spazzed out idiots. Take the batteries out and leave it alone. It will stay quiet then, I promise you.
🤥CP: and this is where we sort of start drawing the line, which leads us to one of my initial posts, which I think was about the next week, which had the events of >>9900103 so it all kind of loops back in on itself when Ma came back. I think this is the end, for the most part, guys.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I said as much before, didn't I? your story is a series of crazy situation loops enfolded into a bigger situation loop of doom because you picked a lousy excuse of a friend who found a way to mess with you even after he died and you were too wrapped up in him to think straight, you didn't even have the wherewithal to take the fury's batteries out.
And I'm really sick of your "guys" thing.
🤥CP: If I recall anything more, I'll definitely tell it here.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Don't bother. You've droned on way too long already.
🤥CP: (The person posted this after he finished that last paragraph) Oh crap, I just realized, I totally left a pretty relevant detail out.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Translation: 'Oh, man, I just came up with a monster of an idea that's sure to chill everybody to the bone!"
Don't count on it.
🤥CP: In the days following UP to the story ending, I suppose you could say that I had a very odd series of thoughts lately as I kept interacting with the Furby to no good avail.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's hardly anything new. You've been carrying on that way since the start of this thing.
🤥CP: I stayed up late at night trying to talk to it,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Just like you've done ever since you got a hold of that furby. Blah.
🤥CP: and still, I just got that horrible screech.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat, etc. etc. loop-back loop-back loop-back into infinity… Snore-fest.
🤥CP: Knowing that my buddy and his sister were gone,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: you already said that you already said that you already said that like a zillion times! So good riddance then, stop bringing them up, yank out the batteries and get a life!
🤥CP: it sort of threw me into an overdrive of depression and stuff which I'm still sort of working against at the moment.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: "and stuff" for pages, pages, and pages. You've been in this same angsty rut since your crazy hacker buddy offed himself.
🤥CP: I really do miss the two of 'em...
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Look, you already established that - over and over - and over again. I'm way past feeling sorry for you.
🤥CP: Anyway, someone said that there's the possibility of a demonic entity in the thing,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: which is exactly what I figured you would eventually claim or hint at. No demons. Just a bad hack.
🤥CP: well. Into the week, I started feeling just hateful. Like I was being eaten alive by a creature made of hate and its acid burned at me inside.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: If you weren't sadistic, I'd guess that it was just the anger stage of grief. It's something you could've worked through long ago if you hadn't clung to your denial and your addiction to Mark and used the furby as some kind of Mark surrogate opiate.
You didn't happen to get yourself injected with Jane Richardson's liquid hate, did you?
🤥CP: I wanted people to just... die.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: On top of the normal grief anger, you always were a messed up cuss anyway. You never gave a hoot about anything but Mark and you were sadistically mean to your sister on at least one occasion so this hardly comes as a shock.
🤥CP: I started speaking differently, I started acting differently, and I even started drinking and smoking a bit.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: You mean you actually started doing what lots of other troubled people do instead of clinging to a messed up hacked to heck furby because of belief your dead friend lived inside it? Wow. If you were looking for me to freak out, be amazed, or feel sorry for you, forget it.
🤥CP: Sure, you say "Oh hardcore man bro sup dawg lol punk",
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Frown* Eww, no! I'm definitely not a Pewdiepie fan and I don't talk like that. Bleckh!
🤥CP: but for me this is uncharacteristic as it gets.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh sure... You seem to have this habit of telling people about the stuff you do and then self-analyze and tell us how this isn't like you. I'm not buying it.
🤥CP: I'm what you'd call a nice guy, I guess.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: No. You're sadistic. You said it yourself.
🤥CP: So I'm just declining.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: As you have been doing ever since your pal died. Heck, probably long before then. The guy just took you over until there wasn't anything left of you and then he checked out, leaving you swinging in the wind. And the kicker? You just let him.
🤥CP: I didn't have a positive hamGod demn thing to say to anybody or about anybody,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's nothing new. This whole thing has been one humungous whinge about how there is no life after Mark and how it sucks.
🤥CP: everything always had to be so demn negative, and really, life just SUCKED to me.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's obvious statement number - I've lost count.
🤥CP: The screeching, it stopped while these things were going on. It simply stopped.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Fine. dandy. You didn't drag the furby to the bar with you, though, right?
🤥CP: But the Furby kept that satisfied expression.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Blah blah whatever.
🤥CP: Oh, wow, looks like I still got some more to tell after all, I skipped this part, eh?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, good night! Just end it already! I don't care about the next part which is really just another idea that popped into your head for another go at "Furby is evil" bollox.
🤥CP: (I have no more information until further notice,
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: make up your mind, will you?
🤥CP: check the 4chan link every now and then in case it becomes updated....
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* No, thanks.
🤥CP: Also, everybody in this thread is trying to keep it alive at least until 1:15 A.M.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: We are trying to get Anon to post and document what will happen then...
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Because if it happens on a troll pit full of hoaxers, it's gotta be true, right? *Sneer*
🤥CP: Hopefully it will be recorded for all to see. )
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Try made up on the spot into a developing creepy pasta/4chan meme.
🤥CP: (More information has been recovered)
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: nope. More bollox has been added to the "Furby is demonic" story meme.
🤥CP: Furby Guy here.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Could you possibly get any more unoriginal please?
🤥CP: I'm shaking at the thought of a confrontation with this thing, I really am.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Wuss. *Scornful glance*
🤥CP: Sure you say IT'S JUST A FURBY but I have this sinking suspicion that there's just something more to this.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: That's what all furby fraidy-cats say. to that, I say bollox.
🤥CP: A fellow Anon messaged me with some rather interesting insight.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Because anon are always totally honest and they never bullcrap about anything, right. Insight my foot. This is malarkey from beginning to end.
🤥CP: Said fellow Anon said that what if the thing was a demonic entity the entire time that mimicked Mark's sister so he could squeeze out misery from him to the point that Mark feels nothing but despair for his sister, only for Mark to get out of the way, so I would end up with the toy so then the demn "entity" can milk a whole family for misery?
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: nope, that's Mark's Cherie Evans's game. Cherie and Mark would've made a fine right pair. The thing with the codependency and the use of the hacked furby, that was all Mark.
🤥CP: Cunning? In a demonic entity? Goodness. Don't call me Anon. You've earned more.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, ruddy hex. Not more of this dreck to come. Make - it - stop!
🤥CP: My names Caleb, and I live for this crap.
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I'm sure you do. That's not saying much.
🤥CP: (I'm seriously scared crapless for this guy, I've just now realize that today is Friday.... 4/13/2012...
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, really, not with the old hat Friday the 13th superstition thing again.
🤥CP: and he is going down to his basement, were he hid his Furby for all this time... To go talk to it.........)
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: And his suckish life will just keep going around in circles because he's too stupid to remove the batteries from a hacked furby. Batteries that should've died long ago. Batteries he probably keeps replacing, though he didn't bother to mention it, but it's the only explanation for why that furby kept backing as long as it did.
But if it's in his basement now, it's not as if it's been partying down there by itself or that it would come alive without a working set of batteries.
But at least that answers my question as to what model of furby, the 2012 furbies only came out later that year. So this one had to be a 1998 model.
June 26 by KinkyBrows
it's disturbing that after i told my friend about this one, she became OBSESSED with furbies...
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Not unless your friend is obsessed with being creeped out by them. If she's gone the opposite way and actually likes furbies, good for her for not assimilating into the furby-phobic doctrine.
March 31 by Nexus Pharazon
That happened to my furby. but i fed candy to it but it didnt swallow it as it cant but is started being nice to me!
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah right…
March 16 by Epic Cheetah
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: With what? Ah, never mind, I don't wanna know.
November 22, 2013 by 624174
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Not.
November 22, 2013 by 624174
I lpve toy creepypastas
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: I h8 them.
November 10, 2013 by Devil.woman.24
I want to know more D:
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: There's a difference between "knowing" more and just getting more of a story when it's added to.
October 26, 2013 by MockingjayKat
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: no, it dragged on far too long and was random boring already.
October 14, 2013 by Byondca
October 12, 2013 by Goosegirl
Alright, anyone who has ever seen the Winchesters in action knows what to do here. If you are still alive right now, here is what you need to do.
First, say "Christo" and see if it reacts. If it does, do the next step. If it doesn't, do it anyways.
Put the Furby in a place where you don't mind the floor getting a little charred. Pour a line of salt about an inch thick in a ring around the possesed Furby, then, say these words:
"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis Adversarii, Omnis Congregatio et Secta Diabolica, Ergo Draco Maledicte, Ut Ecclesiam Tuam Secura, Tibi Facias Libertate Servire, Te Rogamus, Audi Nos!"
This is pronounced: Ex-ork-iz-ah-mus teh, Om-nis Im-mun-dus Sper-i-tus, Om-nis Say-tan-ik-ah Po-test-ahs, Om-nis In-kurs-ee-oh In-fer-nahl-is Ahd-ver-sorry, Om-nis Kon-greyg-ay-shee-oh et Sek-tah Dy-uh-ball-ik-ah, Ehr-go Dray-co Mahll-eh-dik-teh, Oot Ehk-kless-ee-ahm Too-ahm Sek-yoo-rah, Tee-bee Fawk-ee-ahs Lee-behr-tah-tey Sehr-weer-ey, Tey Rowg-ah-mus, Ow-dee Nahs!
At some point during this process, the Furby should begin to excrete black smoke from its mouth. The smoke will then shoot downwards, leaving charred marks on the ground. The Furby is now clean.
If the smoke thing doesn't happen, I'm stumped, sorry. Good Luck!
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Neat handle, but this whole exorcism stuff is just not applicable to a furby and is way overused elsewhere. Just not into sticking religious rites into fiction, especially not radical ones already being used in horror genres to "lulz" at everybody's stereotypical bad idea of what Christianity is.
February 24 by Effypearson
Hahahahahaha! This made me laugh in the middle of class so hard. And I thought I was a die-hard fan of Supernatural!
September 26, 2013 by Moor37
🧝♀️Ocean Elf: Not. Not even close to cool. This story sucks out loud.
They all suck out loud.
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