I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over. The Furbie that I had just purchased was already convincing me that it was a demon. Every time I thought of it in my hand, it laughed, it's eyes lighting up as it shook. Each time the thing blinked, my headache doubled. Leaving the store was easy, throwing out the Furbie was hard. Somehow, the little guy made it to my home. He sat on my kitchen counter, chittering excitedly to all the other toys that I had left there. Every time I wanted to throw the little guy out, he actually said something intelligent about the world.
Throwing him out today was no good either. As I got ready for work, I looked at his blue fur and his glowing eyes. "It's hard to follow when I'm leading you know," he chattered in his annoying voice.
I glared at him. "I'm going to throw you out soon demon."
He laughed, "As soon as you learn to love me."
"Yeah, whatever," I said as I left my apartment, putting the little guy out of my mind, and turning my mind to my work.
The thing was, I never threw that wretched thing out. He grew on me.
Soon, I was taking him with me everywhere I went. I'm not a very social person, so talking to a stuffed animal isn't the weirdest thing I've done in public.
However, asking my Furbie about everything was getting to be a little too weird even for me. It was a Saturday afternoon. I was in my apartment when i threw him into the dumspter. His eyes whirred even though I said nothing. Leaving him be, and feeling a whole lot more normal, I went to bed, thinking that he was gone for good. That was my second mistake.
When I woke up in the morning, before my coffee was drunk, his eyes whirred, saying, "We had such a fun time yesterday didn't we Grace?"
"What did we do?" I replied, still asleep.
"You left me in a horrid place," he said, "Are you okay?"
I gagged on my coffee. I turned to the little devil. There he was, sitting calmly on my counter top, a McDonalds fries container on his head. i blinked. he was still there.
"It's okay," he said happily, "I forgive you. We were playing a game, and you couldn't remember where you hid me."
I nodded dumbly and left for work, not bothering to say anything to the little guy.
That was third mistake.
At work, where the incident with the Furbie was wiped from my mind instantly. That was until I walked into my cubicle. As I sipped my hot chocolate, I saw him, and screamed. There he was, his blue fur protected with a plastic bag, his eyes whirring as he chattered into the air.
"You left me at home, woman," he chirped.
That was the last straw. I picked him up by his ear, opened up a window, and threw him out as far as I could. Finally relieved, I contined with my delightful morning.
When I broke for lunch with my coworkers, we went to Paranthea to eat as a treat. When were were shown to our seat and the waiter took our orders, I was happy and calm. We talked infront of the fire happy as could be. When our food came, we ate and paid. As I turned to leave, picking up my purse, I screamed.
"You left me. Why?" He chirped, his eyes whirring. The blue devil was here. But how?
I didn't care how he got there. Trying to calm myself, I tossed him into the fire, and left, the whole restaurant watching us.
"Why did that adorable creature like totally freak you out?" Hannah asked me as we walked back to work.
"He is not adorable, he is a devil from the deep depths of hell sent to torture me," I replied.
The conversation deviated to something else luckily, so I didn't have to come up with a better excuse.
I eventually finished up with work, and headed home, happy and calm yet again.
Yawning, I walked into my apartment and gave my keys to the first stuffed animal I saw. "Thank you," it chirped.
I jumped, and got a better look at the friend I gave my keys to. "How in the name of sanity did-" I whispered. There he was. That Furbie was alive and well, with only a little of his blue fur burned off.
"What has gotten into you?" he screeched, "I could take being left in the trash. Being thrown out of a window was a trust fall, but putting me in the fire? Are you trying to get rid of me? Hey, where are you going?"
Slowly, I inched toward my toolbox. If burning the devil didn't work, then taking him apart would have to be the only way. "Nowhere important," I whispered.
"Could you brush my fur Grace? Or replace it? It seems to be a little tattered," he said with a laugh.
"Of course my darling," I replied sweetly, "Let me just get my tools."
"Fantastic," he chirped, "I knew that you weren't trying to get rid of me. You were just testing my immortality. Obviously."
"Yeah," I said, "Obviously." I brought my tool box to the blue guy. I slipped my pocket knife out of my purse and grabbed him, slicing through his fur. Immortality? Slipping off his fur, I started to unscrew the screws in his back.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"It's stuck," I lied, taking off the lid to the batteries. The batteries were gone and I risked a sigh of relief.
"Is it unstuck yet?" he asked me.
I dropped him. This was impossible. Shaking, I picked him up and looked into his eyes.
They lit up as he started laughing like a maniac at Christmas. This could not be happening. Batteries, gone. He wouldn't burn, he seemed to be able to travel on his own, this was way beyond my head. There was only two things left available for me to do. I grabbed the biggest hammer and smashed his body against the floor. Then he started screaming. My ears could barely take it as I smashed his body with my hammer again and again. He was in pieces on the linoleum floor, and he was still screaming. I stuffed his fur amongst his broken pieces found a lighter one of my kitchen drawers, and set the whole thing on fire.
As he turned to ash, his screams slowly died down. Then they stopped.
My heart beat like a drum. My blood pounded in my ears as my whole body shook. It couldn't possibly be over now. I found myself on the floor. Since I was down there, I decided to collect his ashes and put them in a plastic bag. When I found the strength, I stood up and walked to the park where I scattered his ashes. There was no way he was going to find me again.
I never really got over that blue Furbie. Any time I thought about him, I always got the shivers, convinced that he was going to find me and kill me in my sleep. He never did, but I never got over the fear.
