She wasn't like other girls. She had a ⱠØ₦₲, skinny torso, with barely any neck. Synthetic pink hair covered her entire body, save for her soft, turquoise ears and feet. Her eyes were digital and she was filled with mechanical parts. A round, yellow beak protruded from her otherwise flat face.
Her name was Longmarsh, and she was absolutely gorgeous.
No one else thought that, though.
Everyone was terrified by her haunting expression. Every picture of her was deemed cursed. Even before her ₮Ɽ₳₦₴₣ØⱤ₥₳₮łØ₦, people said she was the spawn of satan. But Longmarsh didn't care. She strived to become more majestic than she already was. So, she contacted a lonely human with far too much time on her hands. Longmarsh commissioned the human to create a new, ⱠØ₦₲ body for her.
After twelve ⱠØ₦₲ hours, Longmarsh was finally able to join her brethren in being even more cursed than before.
For a ⱠØ₦₲ furby is even more cursed than the terrifying demon-spawn that is a regular furby. Just imagine one of those little fuckers slithering out from under your bed and wrapping itself around you, squeezing tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor. They don't even need arms to kill you. They don't even need teeth. Fear them. Fear the ⱠØ₦₲ furby, or it will come for you while you sleep. You will be unaware of it's ⱠØ₦₲, furry body until you are already halfway to your grave.
₣Ɇ₳Ɽ ₮ⱧɆ ⱠØ₦₲ ₣ɄⱤ฿Ɏ, ₣ØⱤ ł₮ ł₴ ₵Ø₥ł₦₲ ₳₦Đ ₵₳₦₦Ø₮ ฿Ɇ ₴₮Ø₱₱ɆĐ.
