The Furby War

[Boone Cohen]

Well, this story isn't anything about HP, or near it, obviously considering the title... it was inspired on New Age, and so I used the people's character's there and made my plot. In this, Furbies are evil, and so... well, yeah. If you want to know a bit more, or not, go to New Age and under Off Topic, find the thread titled "The REAL Furby War Story" cause that's got the comments from everyone and junk...

The Furby War

Ranks

Soldier
Captain
General
Really, really, really important guy.
The Good Guys… mostly…

-The Headmaster – General - Dead
-Alex (Bentley) – Captain #1
-Anakin – Soldier - Dead
-Bane – Soldier # 3
-Boone – Captain #2
-Brodie – Captain #3
-Claire – Soldier – Emotionless #4
-Elle – General - Dead
-Jasmine – Soldier – Mutated Half Furby #3
-Iz – Soldier - Dead
-Jenna – Soldier - Dead
-Jesse – Soldier - Dead
-Jonas (Pft… yeah right. He turns evil almost right away…) – Soldier - Evil
-Josh – Soldier #3
-Kristin – Captain -
-Landon – General #2
-Layla – Soldier – Emotionless #1
-Lily – Crazy… idiot who is sent with everyone by accident. #2
-Mystie – Dead
-Mr. Kirkland – Really, really, really important guy. - Dead
-Emily – Soldier – Emotionless- Missing
-Ray – Soldier - Dead

The Evil Guys… and furbies…

-Time – A leader of the furbies…

Time is the only human among the furbies. Besides Jonas… who soon turns.

Furbies…

-Gangsta Furby
-Evil Popular Girl Furby
-Boring History Teacher Furby
-Other Evil Furbies
-Soldier Furbies

[Boone Cohen]

Chapter 1

Beginnings… beginning’s are always the hardest. I could try the “once upon a time” approach,” or the “In a galaxy far, far away…” thing… or even a random idea. But, out of all of the tried and true things authors and story writers have done, mine is going to be different. Prepare… for Time…

Time sat in his study, glaring at the wall. How he hated the furbies… they would not leave him be. He needed to get his time powers completely under control, yet they would not leave him be long enough for him to do so. He shook his head, muttering, “Stupid Furbies… dunno why I came up here… oh, yeah… free ice cream…”
Quickly forgetting what he had just said, he blinked. “TIME POWERS! ACTIVATE!” He smiled. They had worked. As he looked outside, a small Furby just outside his window had stopped moving. Grinning, he muttered to himself, “Now, with my evil time powers, no one shall escape me… mwahahaha… hahaha… haha… ha…”
A knock made Time jump. “Who… who could escape my Time Powers!?! Come in, Demon, and face my wrath!”
A small, blue furred thing came in, carrying a tray. A Furby. “H-h-hello… Sir. I brought those cookies you wanted… and the magic underwear.”
Time smiled. “Yes… yes… Now, give it to me. No, not the cookie, you idiot, the underwear!” The Furby blinked, and, grimacing, handed Time the underwear.
“Now… with this magical time reversing underwear, I will control all of time and… everything!”
“Sir… Mr. Time sir…”
Time frowned. “Hold on.” He set the underwear in a drawer, and turned to the Furby. “Yes?”
“Sir… the council has gone over it many, many times, and has told you many, many times… you don’t have time powers, sir.”
Gasps were heard from throughout the building, and Time blinked. His reply was cold, and he muttered, “What did you say, Furby?”
The Furby trembled, and whispered, “N-n-nothing… sir.”
Time grabbed it by the… well, he grabbed it, and rushed out of the room. Bringing it to a large auditorium, he shouted, “Now, Furby Council, this so called Furby has denied that I, Time Handler, have powers controlling time itself!” As he finished this, gasps were heard throughout the room, and the small Furby flinched. “Execute him at once, or-“
The Furby frowned, despite all else. “Excuse me, Mr. Handler sir. I’m a girl.”
Time looked at it, and shrugged. “What does it matter?” Turning back to the council, he shouted, “Execute her at once! I demand it!”
The council, made up of the strongest Furbies ever made, or the most evil, nodded. “You, Furby, are to-“

[Boone Cohen]

Chapter 2

“What in the… why did we stop?”
Boone, Lily, Kristin, and Brodie had, several hours ago, decided to go to a nearby fast food joint. However, their car had broken down. With Lily driving.
“What did you do, Lily?” Boone asked, frowning.
Lily blinked, and shrugged. “Dunno. I was just driving.”
Brodie nodded. “Yeah. You passed the place we were heading too two hours ago.”
Lily took a deep breath, preparing to say something important, and… didn’t. She let it out, and muttered, “Oh well.”
They had stopped in front of a rather large, green building that said, “Eat Here. We’re Desperate.” Literally. It said that.
After a few more moments of debating, they walked into the building, with Boone grinning, Kristin and Brodie doing something inappropriate and Lily just… I won’t say.

Inside, they found almost everyone that they remembered from someplace else that they couldn’t quite remember. Alex, Anakin, Bane, Claire, Elle, Jasmine, Iz, Jenna, Jonas, Jesse, Josh, Landon, etc. Some, like Landon, Jenna and Ray, greeted them. Others didn’t do anything.
As they walked up to the counter, they looked at the menu. Boone laughed. “What the heck is this stuff? Fried Bologna? Turkey on a… eurg. I’ll pass.”
Lily blinked. “I’ll take the French Fries.”
Everyone else nodded. “Same.”
About three seconds later, a tray fell down into their laps where they sat, and they looked at it, confused. Nothing was there, except a piece of paper. Alex was the first to say something. “Cool! Mine says Captain! Neato!”
Landon laughed. “Mine says… General. I guess that’s alright… what’s this for?”
Boone frowned. “Mine says Captain, too… hmpf.”
Lily shouted. “HEY! Mine doesn’t say anything- oh, wait. On the back. It says… You are a mistake. Please leave the building. Or else you will be destroyed… that isn’t nice.”
Suddenly, on a wall nearby, a picture of a bearded man appeared. Near everyone jumped, and the man chuckled. “Hello… uh…”
Boone spoke. “Randomly chosen people who will be thrown at some task without a thought of their personal safety by the task giver?”
The man frowned. “Who the hell are you?”
Boone blinked. “Never mind.”
“Thought so. But the boy’s right. All of you 18 year old have been chosen for a top secret mission to Planet…” The man shuddered, and slowly continued. “Planet Furby. The Furbies have been brainwashing our children for years, and slowly they plan to take over our world. We must stop them, but any men we send to their planet are transformed into the little monsters themselves. You… uh… the lot of you must go, destroy the all, and come back alive. At least try.”
Brodie raised an eyebrow, apparently confused. “So wait. We’re going to this planet without any help from anyone at all?”
The bearded man shrugged. “You’ve been given rankings that we thought were best for you. Or we just chose randomly. Soldier is the lowest, Captain the next, then General. We are, however, giving you two men. Who are your leaders. Mr. Kirkland, and Kyler… who we call The Headmaster.”
Two tall men suddenly appeared, and the bearded man disappeared. The men blinked, and one muttered, so only the other could hear, “We’re screwed, Kirkland.”
“Yeah. Mabye we can just get them all killed real quick, and then just say it was a suicide mission…”

Alex and Mystie were having a quiet chat. “Hey, Mystie, guess what? I’m a Captain! Neat, isn’t it!”
Mystie rolled her eyes. “Yes Alex, very.”
Alex looked at her piece of paper. “HA! You’re a soldier!”
Mystie frowned. “I know Alex. Despite you telling me four times already, I can read.”

Same with Boone, Lily, Landon and Brodie. Kristin was in the bathroom.
Boone grinned. “I’m a captain. Same with you, Brodie Boy…”
Brodie nodded. “It’s Sexy, alright? Get the name right.” Boone shrugged.
Lily ripped her paper in half. Now it was in several pieces, all of which were several different shapes, all of which were on the floor. “Why does mine say mistake? That’s just mean. I’m no mistake.”
Landon laughed, sticking his piece of paper in his pocket. “Maybe it’s just stating the truth. Or maybe you shouldn’t be here. Hey, where’s Kris-”

“WE HAVE LIFTOFF!”

The building shot off the ground, leaving behind only the bathrooms, and a very confused Kristin. She looked up, and blinked. That really sucked.

Inside the building/fast food joint/rocket/military recruitment center everyone was confused. What had just happened? Where were they really headed? Where were the bathrooms? “NEATO! This is a rocket ship! Isn’t that cool, Mystie?!?”
“Shoot me now.”

[Boone Cohen]

Chapter 3

As suddenly as they had taken off, they landed. Sort of.
They rocket split, into two parts. Mr. Kirkland on one side, with half of the people, and Kyler on the other, with the other half.

Mr. Kirkland’s half landed in a forest, slightly… in a tree. The group made up of Bane, Boone, Brodie, Jenna, Josh, Landon, Layla, Lily, Emily and Ray. The ten, excluding Kirkland, climbed out of the ship and fell to the ground.
The forest was a strange sight. The trees were covered with fur, all colors. The leaves were instead fur as well, white fur. The ground was brown, but it was, like everything, fur.
“What is this place?” Bane asked, frowning.
Kirkland jumped out of the ship, a rifle in his hand. “This is Planet Furby, gentlemen, and ladies. And it’s hunting season. Best get back in the ship and grab a weapon.” As everyone moved to climb back in, Kirkland raised his hand. “WOAH! Not you, Ms.” Lily frowned. “What?”
As Boone clambered back out of the ship, a shotgun in his hands. “Hey, Mr. Kirkland, what do we need these for anyways?”
Kirkland grinned. “Shooting Furbies.”
At this, laughter was heard throughout the ship, followed by the rest of the soldiers jumping out, carrying various weapons. “Furbies?” Josh shouted. “How could a Furby be dangerous?” Ray continued.
Kirkland shook his head. “You’ll never know. We came here once before. Me and my partner, Johnson, were right here, and we met a Furby and his little friend. They ripped Johnson’s head off before we could even react. Then, I shot one, and the other just managed to escape. I ran for it.”
Everyone was silent. “A Furby can’t be that dangerous, can it?”
Kirkland nodded. “Absolutely. You’ve only seen a normal Furby. You’ve yet to see they’re leaders in action…”

“We’re to split up into pairs from here on out! Boone, you and Bane go from here. Jenna and Ray, Josh and Landon, Emily and Layla, Brodie and Lily. You’re all paired up. Go on. Separate directions. We’ll cover more ground. Meet back at this camp in ten hours. If you’re still alive.”
With that, Kirkland turned around, and disappeared into the trees.
Boone turned to Bane. “Alrighty, Bane. Let’s go down this path here.” Bane nodded, and the two walked away.
Slowly, the groups departed, with Brodie and Lily leaving last. Lily was still complaining about the piece of paper.

“Ray! For the last time, I do not like that color on these trees. I just want to get out of this place.”
Jenna and Ray were wandering aimlessly through the forest, with Ray asking Jenna if she liked the trees pink better than the normal brown.
“But Jen, you always prefer pink.”
“Shut it, Ray. Let’s- sshh! Furby!”
An extremely tiny, brown Furby was walking towards them. Ray frowned. “What can this thing do to us? Let’s shoot.”
Jenna shook her head. “No. Hold on. Let’s see what these things can do.”
As they watched, the Furby blinked. Having heard their conversation, having the power of hypnosis, it blinked again. All Furbies have the power of hypnosis. That’s how they make children like them, think they’re so cute.
Blinking again, Jenna frowned. What was wrong with it’s eyes? Ray didn’t seem to notice anything. He was just looking at Jenna, all weird like. She looked at the Furby some more. It’s eyes swirled, in a hypnotizing manner. She smiled. She liked this Furby. Suddenly, the browned turned to pink, and she wanted to listen to the cute little thing. Attack Raaaaaayy... Attaaaaack himmm…
Jenna nodded. She turned, and fired. Ray blinked, and keeled over, screaming in the sudden pain of being shot. Jenna shook her head. She looked at the spot where the Furby was, and glared. The Furby smiled weakly, and backed up a bit. Jenna fired.

Brodie bit his lip. He called out again, “LILY! Where the hell are you? This is the last-”
Lily tackled him, and laughed. “You idiot. I was right behind you.”
Brodie frowned. “This is serious. We could get killed. Didn’t you hear that scream just now?”
Lily shook her head. “With any luck, it’s Boone, Ray, or if we get real lucky, Landon. But we mustn’t get our hopes up.”
Brodie smiled slightly. “I hope Kristin’s okay.”
Lily grinned. “Did you see her face when we took off without her? She was so surprised! I looked out the window, too, and I saw her on the ground, panicking. She called me before we entered space, and asked what happened. I laughed, and hung up. She sounded pissed.”
Brodie blinked. “O… k…”

Boone froze. Bane was now walking onto a… fur covered road? What was this place? A redecorated hell? Boone watched as several spotlights flew to Bane’s current spot, and as he himself froze, surprised.
Bane looked up. He looked forward, actually, but up sounds better. Looking ahead, there we go, looking ahead, he saw a Furby training ground. He backed up a few feet.
“Ready, Furby cadets? Good! Fire on that son of a b@#$%!”
Boone looked up at the wall before him. Almost ten Furbies had rifles aimed at Bane.
Bane blinked. “Shi-”
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
All of the shots were heard, and Boone watched a dust cloud appear. He shook his head, and fired at the wall. He heard a high pitched scream, and grinned. One down, an academy full of ‘em to go.
As he moved out of the trees, firing his shotgun, he spotted Bane high-tailing it towards him.
Bane shouted, his own rifle on his back, “RUN YOU IDIOT! RUN!!!”

Emily and Layla had been stopped hours before. They had fallen prey to the seduction of the Furby. They were now, sadly, having a “tea party” with two Furbies who they believed to be polite, cute and small. Instead, these Furbies were large, impolite –censored- who were called Forever Furbies. They seduced innocent humans, and turned them into emotionless bodies that continued to do the action they were left doing. The example below is, sadly, the truth. No emotion, such as even asking a question, can be shown whatsoever. These two were just unlucky.
Emily smiled, an emotionless smile. “Pass the tea, would you Layla.”
Layla nodded, passing a jar filled with a liquid that would continue to refill itself. This liquid kept the girls in this state. “Here you are, Emily.”
“Thank you, Layla.”
The Furbies grinned. They had the emotion they had come for. They hurried away, leaving the girls to their “tea party.”
“Thank you, Emily.”
“Thank you, Layla.”
“Thank you, Emily.”

Josh laughed. “Landon! Get out of that tree already and come on!”
Landon nodded. “I just thought we could see where that scream came from. But, whatever.”
After running for several hours, eating a dead… thing, and hiding in a tree, the two were tired. They walked a few feet before setting up a camp. A small fire, a small tent, and two guys.
Josh frowned. “I wish we had some hamburgers. I could really go for some hamburgers.”
Landon shrugged. “I have this bar of chocolate. Want it?”
Josh shook his head, blinking profusely. “Nah. I want a hamburger.”
“Alright. If you insist.” Landon quickly ate the candy, and, throwing the wrapper to the ground, looked at Josh. “Are you okay? Something wrong with your eyes?”
Josh shook his head, still blinking. “No. I just do this when I get nervous. That’s all.”
Landon grinned. “Okay then.”

Kirkland frowned. Where was he? Why was he falling? What were those really sharp things below him… “Oh shi-“

[Boone Cohen]

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, The Headmaster and his crew had crashed on the opposite side of the planet, near a swamp. The swamp was deadly, and many a man had been lost to its… best leave that for later.
They had landed, actually, several miles away from this deadly swamp. The Headmaster clambered out, a rifle in his hand. Following behind were Alex, Anakin, Claire, Elle, Jasmine, Iz, Jesse and Mystie. All were carrying various weapons.
The Headmaster turned to the group. “Alright. Standard procedure in the army, or our army. We split up into groups. Alright, now Je-”
“HEADMASTER!” Alex shouted. “Mystie and I! We’ll be a group! That’d be neat, wouldn’t it, Mystie!”
Mystie sighed. “God no…”
The Headmaster shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t interrupt me aga-”
“Thanks Headmaster! Isn’t that neat Mystie! We’re a group! We’ll be best buddies! Like the old days! When you were just like me!”
Mystie let out a cry. “No Alex! Don’t bring that up… Let’s just go…”
Alex nodded quickly, smiling a rather idiotic smile. “Okay! See ya everybody!”
The Headmaster rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Alex left. “Thank goodness. I was about to shoot him myself. Now, Anakin and Claire, you two are a group. Elle and Jasmine, same with you. Lastly, Iz and Jesse. I’ll go alone. I have much more experience.”
They shrugged. Gripping their weapons tightly, they walked away, nervously.

Alex frowned. “Mystie! You said you were just going for a swim! Why won’t you come up from under the water… uh… Mystie… why did you fire your gun at yourself… hey, why is there ketchup all over your body… mmmm… that’s pretty good ketchup.”

Elle and Jasmine stopped. They were at what seemed to be a road. Or… a sub-division. A whole set of tiny, Furby houses were set before them. Elle grinned.
“Time to play Godzilla.”
Elle ran into the little houses, crushing one, kicking another. As it flew into a rather strange looking Furby, she paused, waiting for Jasmine.
Jasmine had completely frozen. Something was wrong. She felt… smaller. But she wasn’t.
Oh, she was. This was a cursed place. As soon as you enter the place, you shrink to Furby size. Starting with your internal organs.
“Elle… eurg… I can’t feel my spleen…”
Elle shrugged. “You aren’t supposed to.”
Jasmine blinked, then threw up. “I… can’t… breath… aaagg…”
The Furbies standing below her panicked. The throw up looked like a flood to them. Only a sickening flood. Filled with burger. And the occasional fry.
“Jasmine? You okay? Why are you shrinking? Eurg… your head is so small… your hands… your chest… see ya.”
Elle hurried away, and Jasmine fainted.
She woke in a bright room, surrounded by Furbies in operating masks. “Wha… what’s going on? Leave me be!”
One Furby blinked. “Shut up, kid. We saved you. From two different things.”
Jasmine blinked. It seemed to go by a lot slower than she remembered. “What two things?”
“Well, death for one. We can’t have that on our memory chips. And the second… well, that’s just what we do. Humanitis. You’re one of us now, kiddo.”
Jasmine gasped. Or, she tried to. As she tried again, the attempted frown became a smile. “Wait… why can’t I frown? Why!?!?!”
“Because…” The Furby muttered, grinning. “You’re a Furby, kid. Or, half-Furby. You can’t be unhappy about that. You’re programmed that way.”
Jasmine gasped, or grinned, in horror. “What! I ha-wuv you!”
As she walked outside of the now apparent “hospital,” she cried out in pain. She hurried away from the “town,” back towards the forest. She suddenly became her normal size again, and spit on the fur ground. Coming across a puddle, she looked at herself.
“I’m… I’m HIDEOUS!”

“Jesse, do I look fat?”
“No, Iz, you do not look ‘fat.’ You look fine. Now let’s just keep going, ok?”
After several hours of this, Jesse had just given up asking Iz to stop asking. He was about to push her in the swamp, too. Little did they know… the swamp was going to take her out for him.
“Iz, I’m going to check something out over here, in these trees, okay? You don’t follow.”
Iz shrugged. “Ok. I’ll go stare at this dumb swamp.”
The swamp gurgled. It was angry. It never got visitors, and when it did, they never insulted it. This ‘Iz’ would pay.
Jesse walked through the trees, and Iz sat down near the swamp, frowning.
“Dumb swamp… stupid ranks… I wonder, am I really that fat?”
The swamp slowly grew vines out of the ground, wrapping them tightly around her legs. Iz, being so involved with herself, did not notice. “Hmmm… wonder where Jesse went.”
The vines pulled her in slowly. Iz, finally noticing that vines were pulling her into the swamp, blinked in surprise. “This suck-”
She was under the swampy water. The swamp would now drown her, or, if it preferred, torture her. With what, you ask? Simple.
Iz screamed. “N-n-n-no! I-I-I-I’m not f-f-fat!” She slowly spit out, the water slowly filling up her insides. “H-h-h-hey, w-wait! A n-n-nickel!”

Jesse walked back, and, noticing the bubbles coming up from the swamp, figured it out. Smart boy. He walked away. Smart kid. He wouldn’t have stood a chance.

Anakin and Claire stood, stunned. A gigantic castle, from a Furby child’s dream, stood before them. Five floors tall, it was covered in fur, like everything. Anakin blinked. “Wanna go in?”
Claire shrugged. “Sure. We can always set fire to it afterwards.”
Anakin chuckled, though he slowly walked towards the castle. “What are we, crazed arsonists?”
Claire nodded, grinning. “Yes. That tree was an accident, though.”
As they walked, the castle was preparing to kill them. Quickly. Or slowly. They were to flip a coin on it. So far, it was in favor of slowly…
“King Evil King Furby King Sir King Master King SIR! We have a report to report, SIR!”
The King Evil King Furby King Sir King Master King Furby nodded. “Yes?”
“Well, they have been spotted outside of our walls. We are preparing a troop of ten men to fight them. With electro spears.”
The King clapped. “OOOO! My favorite! Well, begin! But don’t kill them. We need to torture them first.”
The Furby nodded, and left.

“Anakin?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think it’s odd that ten of those Furbies are chargin straight at us with spears glowing with electricity, mounted on blue horse things, looking really angry?”
“No. Not in the least. Watch this. The stupid things were made for target practice!” Anakin raised his rifle, and fired. A Furby suddenly disappeared from the back of its ‘horse.’
Claire grinned. “Me next!” She fired, and a ‘horse’ fell over, crushing the Furby that fell from it.
“This is fun… wait. They’re throwing something. Are those…” A gas surrounded them, quickly making them fall to the ground. Laughing. “Laughing gas… or something…”
They blacked out, still giggling. And both were insulting themselves.

“Wake up, convicts!”
Anakin and Claire both rose, a pain in their backs. “What happened?”
“You laughed yourselves to death. Nearly. Stopped just before you suffocated yourselves. Now, come on. We’re to torture you now.”
Anakin gulped, and Claire froze. “T-torture? Why?”
“You landed here.”
The door to their cell opened, and Anakin paused. Risk escape, and possibly risk death? Eh, why not.
He kicked the guard, and he and Claire ran. A door leading up to the main floor was open, and they hurried up there. “Hurry Claire! Claire?”
“Anakin! Just go! I’ll catch up! GO!”
She had fallen down the steps, and broken her leg. Three guards had captured her, and were taking her to the torture chamber, where she would become exposed to the same things as Emily and Layla… only worse.
Anakin nodded. Except it was to his own thought. He gripped a metal rod that he had just found on a step, and rushed down the steps. Stupid child.
He knocked down a guard, and stabbed another. Oh, never mind. Uh… what an athletic boy!
He rushed into the torture chamber, and gasped. She was already worse than dead. She was emotionless. Like Emily and Layla. Except he didn’t know about those two.
“Claire? Are you… okay? Hey, what’s wrong with you? Is that tea? Cause it looks real yellow… kinda like my-”
“Hello Anakin. Please sit down. We can have a nice chat.”
Anakin blinked. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her arm, and, pulling her away from the table at which she sat, he hurried up the stairs, dragging her along. She was holding a cup, filled with the yellow ‘tea.’
“Come on Claire! Oh, wait, I’ve still got my rifle. They never took it. Stupid Furbies.”
“I can not hurry. I can only do three things. Walk, drink this substance, and obey my master.”
Anakin frowned. “Master? Stupid Furbies… alright, then, I’m your master. Run. As fast as possible. Towards camp.”
Claire nodded, and Anakin blinked. They were already outside. “What the heck was that Claire?”
“With the removal of my emotions, the Furby give me two powers. The removal of emotion, so I may do this to others, and the power of limited teleportation. I may only teleport a hundred feet at a time.”
Anakin nodded, taking it in. “Well… how come you haven’t taken my emotions away?”
“Because. You have already expressed so many, it would be hard to retrieve them all. You have wet your pants, a sign of fear, you have come back for me, a sign of bravery/courage/stupidity, and you have only just realized you still have your rifle. A sign of lack of observation.”
“Hey, that last one ain’t an emotion! Neither are a couple of those.”
“Come. We must flee. According to you, we are in danger.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“… Coward.”

The Headmaster bit his lip. “Well guys, you see, I couldn’t save you.”
“You mean, you couldn’t just grab our hands and pull us up? You basically let us die, you not a very nice person.”
“Well, you’re living fine! Look at these… loincloths you’ve acquired.”
“Kill him.”

[Boone Cohen]

Chapter 5

“How much? HA! You won’t get that outta me. See ya later, cheapskate.”
This was the third taxi Kristin had tried. The first had laughed in her face when she asked if it could take her to Planet Furby, the second had just driven away, and this one had charged her a hundred thousand dollars, for rocket boosters and the like to attach to it’s car.
She frowned, and walked on. “Time to try NASA…”
Finding a telephone booth, somehow, in the middle of the desert, is not easy. She turned around, heading back for the bathrooms at which she had been living at for the last day. Their car was out of gas, and so was everyone else’s. She sighed, and sat on a toilet.
“Kid! What’re you doing, just sitting on a toilet?”
“What?” Kristin looked up, surprised. A tall, unbelievably thin man stood before her. “Well? What’re you doing?”
“Trying to get to Planet Furby. I’m hoping, if I’m lucky, one of these toilets’ll blast off into space or somethin’ like that.”
The man laughed. “Planet Furby? Oh. The shuttle already left… whew. I was afraid I’d be early.”
She frowned, and said, “Whaddya mean, afraid you’d be early?”
“I was supposed to go with everyone there too. But, seeing as I sure as hell ain’t goin’, you can go in my place. Or, go using my own personal rocket.”
“Personal rocket?” she asked. “That doesn’t sound safe.”
He chuckled, sticking his hands in his pockets. “It isn’t. But of course, it’s the only rocket on Earth, left that is, that can get you there. You want to try it?”
Kristin nodded, half eager to give it a shot and half wanting to sit back down and get shot off the ground in the toilet. This really didn’t seem safe.
“Great. But you gotta do something for me first, kid. A small job, nothing big. Just a theft.”
“Just a theft? That’s a crime!”
“Exactly.” He smiled. “Glad you know that. Now, you’re to steal a priceless object. From-”
“HOLD ON! I never agreed to this!” Kristin yelled, suddenly angry.
“So? By the time they realize it, you’ll be half way to Planet Furby. And I’ll be happy. Deal?”
Kristin shrugged. “Ok. What is it?”
“You have to steal four million dollars from a nearby bank. Then, you have to get it to me. Without being caught, or seen. Deal? Again?”
“Holy $hit! Are you crazy?”
“No. I was going to ask for four hundred million, but since you’re only, what, eighteen, I decided to let you go with that small amount.”
Kristin bit her lip. “Ok. Why not? When do I have to do it?”
“Now. The bank’s right behind you.”
“What?”

“Stupid Time… stupid Furby Council… stupid Time Powers… d*mn it, this really is icky.”
The Furby spit, trying to clean the bits of human blood that had dirtied the fur near the Furby Training Ground. It clung to the fur, staining it red. Rolling it’s eyes, the Furby tried once more to clean it out.
After being sentenced to a life of community service, the Furby had pleaded with the council to rethink its decision. It had. It decided to worsen it.
“Ten days of community service! Then you will become a Furby toy on the human planet! Not a soldier, but a TOY!” They had declared.
A toy was not a Furby any longer. It had it’s life drained out of it, and a child could play freely with it, risk free too. Normally, Furbies were sent to Earth to convert humans to Furbyism, a twisted religion that only Furbies and these mindless humans practiced, worshipping the Furby Gods.
“Bane, are you sure we aren’t just heading back the way we came? Cause I remember this tree. And that fence. And… no, that Furby is new to me.”
Boone and Bane had been walking in circles. For hours. “But Boone, that Furby doesn’t look threatening. He looks… sad, actually.”
The Furby growled, surprising both Boone and Bane. “I’m not a he! I’m a she!”
“You’re a she? So, you’re girl?”
“YES! I, Mr. Furby, am a girl!”
“Then why is your name Mr. Furby?”
“A simple mistake at birth! I am a female! Must I prove it?”
Boone and Bane shook their heads quickly. “Uh, no, no, that’s quite alright, madam, we believe you. So, um, could you tell us which way is north?”
The Furby sighed. “You’re heading north.”
“Then how’s about south?”
“Turn around, you idiot.”
“Oh, right. Thanks.”
The Furby paused. “Hold on, human. Would you do me a favor, since I gave you these directions?”
Boone shrugged. “Eh, why not? What is it?”
“I want you to get rid of this guy who calls himself Time Handler. I do not care how, but I want him, and the entire Furby Council dead. Understood?”
Boone nodded. “Whatever. Thanks again.”
As they left, the Furby frowned. “The idiot’s screwed. They’ll never leave this planet alive…”

“Hey, Claire, you ok? You don’t sound too good.”
“I am fine Anakin. Just watch.”
She did a backflip, and smiled, though it showed no hint of happiness or joy. “Woohoo.”
Anakin shrugged. “Alright. Works for me. Let’s get back to camp quick… what’s with that stuff in the cup?”
“I must drink it. It is good for me.”
“Really? Can I have s-”
“NO! I mean, no. You may not. If you did, you would surely die.”
“Then why’s it so good for you?”
Claire blinked. “Do you want me to suck out your emotions.”
“Was that a question?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Good. Let’s go then.”

Alex paused. “Hey, guys, what’re you doin’? Drinking stuff? Lemme have some!”
Emily blinked. “Ok, if you insist Alex. Take a cup.”
Alex nodded, and watched as Emily poured some of the yellow liquid into the cup. As it hit the bottom of the cup, it sizzled, and he thought he saw the bottom burn. Shrugging, he went to take a drink.
“RAY’S DEAD! He’s dead you guys!”
Jenna came rushing into the clearing, knocking over Alex, his cup flying into a tree. The liquid slowly burned a hole through the tree. Emily blinked. “I guess that would have killed him. Oh well.”
Jenna gasped. “What… forget it. Ray’s dead. He was shot. We’ve got to get out of here.”
Alex nodded. “Mystie’s sleeping. She’s covered in ketchup right now.”
Jenna bit her lip. “This isn’t good… come on, you two. Let’s go.”
Alex got up, slowly, and Jenna dragged Layla up to her feet, while she was clutching her cup. Eventually, Alex got Emily up to her feet as well. “C’mon Emily! Hey, you don’t need this stuff. Lemme show you how to stop an addiction.”
He quickly snatched the cup from her hands, and, ignoring her protests, chucked it into the forest. She shivered. She felt different.
“Well, let’s go. We should be able to get back to camp in a few hours.”

“Landon, what the hell is that?” “That, Josh, is a… I dunno.”
A strange Furby was standing before them. An Evil Popular Girl Furby, as some Furbies called it, but to the lower Furbies, it was called the “Siren,” a nickname given to it because of it’s extremely tempting voice. However, when one looked at it, it was immediately turned off, and ran away.
“Hello, boys. Whatcha doin’?”
Josh blinked. Landon frowned. The EPGF grinned. As long as it kept talking, the boys would soon be under her control, and she could then eat them. “C’mon, guys! Let’s have some fun!”
Josh nodded, slowly, but Landon shook his head. He was weird, anyways. “Never! You’re evil! Not even you’re beautiful voice, which is very nice, might I add, can make up for your hideous appearance!”
The Furby growled. “Why I never! You will pay! Human servant, attack!”
Josh nodded. He turned to obey, and attack Landon. Landon smacked him, though, and he woke with a start. “What the… what the heck?”
“C’mon! If we run, we can get back to camp quick!”
Josh frowned. “Why don’t we just shoot it?”
Landon paused. “Right. Let’s.”
They shot it, and killed it.