There were some cries for a sequel to this - luckily for you guys I just spend my life trying to be liked by everyone, SO HERE IT IS: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-OXXEH1PW1Y8.html
I think the main reason Furbies go haywire so often is due to the fact they are a wonderful combination of fairly sophisticated and built cheaply, meaning that there is a whole plethora of epic ways they can fail
My sister said something a while back that summarizes my feeling about furbies better than I ever could. Furbies are cute, so long as they're in literally anybody else's house.
i know I had one of them when I was little and English isn’t my first language. one time my friend was sleeping over at my house and then, in the middle of the night “hello” we lied there for 10 minutes not moving before I remembered I had the furby. it took me 5 more minutes to realize that there weren’t any batteries inside. we moved to the couch. also it probably said something else but since, yanno, language, we didn’t understand lol
@@alliecrown2125 I remember having a little orange baby furby when I was a kid that one of my mom's friends had given away. I loved it when I was young, but it drove mom insane, so she took the battery out of it. It kept going, so she threw that thing into a box and covered it with blankets and stuff until it shut up. Five or six years later we found it, and I popped some batteries in just for the sake of nostalgia. All of the motors and stuff inside of the furby worked, but the speaker sure didn't. I promise you, furbies that can talk are terrifying enough, furbies that can still move around but can't talk or somehow even more terrifying.
@@squishlez mine was oversensitive as balls. A little shake and the thing was up and being it's loud self. Am I the only one who had obnoxiously loud Furbys, or are they all like that? Anyways, mine woke up last year without any prompt. I figure there must have been a tiny earthquake or somr shiz to move the thing a little and wake it up. Also, Furby Booms changing personality due to shaking is not a glitch. They just don't like it, so they get grumpy.
My sister just came home, burst into my room and yelled, "SIS!! I GOT A NEW PET!!" And held up a small Furby. Wish me luck, I hope it doesn't kill me in my sleep.
@@TheJadeDragon-co7oo yes and no, the Furby hasn't done anything, but it disappeared a few days ago and we haven't found it yet, it might be plotting something.
The other naturally terrrifying thing about furbies is how durable they are. A child had no chance against one. Try ripping the fur off to get at the meachanisms? The fur is extremely durable and riveted to the animatronics. Gum up the gears with metal or play doh? No chance; The thing will still talk and attempt to move best it can. Take out the batteries? Only if you have an adult, or you magically find a star-head screwdriver that's small enough - and that's also assuming the Furby actually turns off when no longer powered, which these stories prove it can still function on residual power. Crush it with something heavy? Anything short of the family minivan and the thing will make it out unharmed. It takes extreme measures to destroy one of those things.
@@lordpopo5232 It will protect you with the sheer terror factor alone. Imagine a wall of skulls, except it's Furbies screaming and laughing and talking gibberish.
When I was a kid, I got gifted a furby at my grandparent’s house. He would never shut up though, so I left him there. Now he just sits on the counter. Menacingly. He’s even there during thanksgiving. I think he’s apart of the family now, and will probably be passed down generations. We love you Todd.
I remember when my furby started “going rogue.” The only way to get it to switch back personalities again was to put it in a room and only play jazz music. Worked every time.
@@lexa2310 I also had a furby and the most weird thing they’ve done is have their eyes go white with blue lines and I just had to change the batteries, basically just an error, I don’t think they’re evil
My brother shouted "Shut up Furby!" at my furby once. It replied "Ok" in a sad voice then didnt speak for the rest of the day. I think it currently resides in my parents loft. Could probably sell it for a lot.
One of my middle school teachers owned a furby. He said that after a while, it quit working. A few days later, however, it woke up around midnight and started begging to be played with. He and his brother obviously wanted the quickest solution to the problem, so they ripped the batteries out of it. Furbies must somehow have a good bit of residual charge, because it kept at it for two hours. They got so frustrated that they grabbed it, went outside and through it onto the street in front of their house. Inevitably it was crushed by oncoming traffic, but it was still talking by the next morning, despite being completely pulverized.
Meanwhile, my original Furby totally died when the batteries either died or were removed and it started over as a totally new Furby when new batteries were inserted.
Might be late and unrelated but still thought I'd share. I used to have this talking Scooby-Doo toy as a kid who was meant to say "Rehehehe!! I'm Scooby!" when you pressed a button under his felt on his chest. There was a small toy that came with it and you were supposed to find "ghosts" (completely imaginative). One day my Scooby fell from my shelf and hit its speaker directly on the corner of my desk. From that day on, any time you pointed the extra toy and "found a ghost", instead of Scooby saying "Ruh-Roh", he'd wail at the pitch of a middle aged man.
My sib had a furby, and it just went from old man to rockstar, to it's usual happy self. Had it in the kitchen and I was terrified of making noise or bumping into anything. I was like 12 and scared for my life. And I had one too, it just ran out of batteries before it turned into a demon.
In the 90s, we got my dad a Furby as a joke Christmas present, but to our surprise he actually really enjoyed it. He found it hilarious to teach it swear words and sexual remarks. Well, having nowhere else to place it, he went on a shelf in the kitchen. Then one week we began getting calls. Landline would ring, we pick up and the line is dead. We assumed it was pranks until it happened dozens of times a day nonstop. We soon discovered that the Furby perfectly mimicked our phone. We took the batteries out lol.
My friend gave me a furby party rocker in elementary school and I loved it. Eventually though, it started waking up in middle of the night to talk and dance. I gave it to my parents cause I got scared and it annoyed them to the point that they locked it in one of their dresser drawers. It still woke up in the middle of the night, but was now muffled and you could hear it rattling around in there. The furby's battery is now dead and it's sitting happily on my shelf as a decorative object.
What's it like? Being in the Furby Community? Do you, like, swap cute Furby pictures or talk about the inner workings of Furbys so you can mod them to say things other than what they say with factory settings or something?
For anyone wondering: the talking after removing batteries is because there is a separate battery charged inside a Furby so the memory stores, so if the memory battery dies, the Furby should reboot its personality once you give it power.
I used to have a Furby which would say “Me love you” all the time. Once I was sleeping and it did a demonic screech and it then yelled “IM CHANGING, IM CHANGING”. Now it is a middle aged man in his 80s going “look at his butt” then maniacally laughing after then changing voices and saying “it looks wet”. Also, once, I got a lot of Furbys and had them as a collection. On a sleepover with my friend, two of them fell over at the same time, one said a bad word and the other one said a bad word. They didn’t even know what the word meant. They also proceeded to crap themselves in on TV and it broke somehow. I crapped my own pants too and threw them outside causing it to break. I’ve thrown it away and never acknowledged it since then. The darkest experience yet with a Furby here. It’s a long one so I might put some things that happened beforehand to stretch it out. So one time, I was planned to a friend’s house around 3:30pm. I stopped at a shop halfway through and I saw a Furby on a shelf so I picked it up and paid for it to see what demonic crap I could get out of it. The kicker? I got more than just demonic stuff. I got a ritual too. So I meet up outside my friend’s house and then we walk inside into the front room. The house was empty and I think his parents trusted him to stay at home alone. I slowly pull a Furby out the sleeping bag I took because I was staying over for the night, and I dropped it on the floor on purpose to see what I’d get out of it. It said “Kay-doo Kah-doo, I will smell your poo”. This isn’t even the weird bit. Later that night, we were hanging out on the sofa in their front room planning what to do for the night. As my friend is about to say “At midnight I’ll get snacks” he stopped at “I’ll get” and the Furby said “I’ll get YOU!” and we watched in laughter but it began repeating it turning into a demon from the deep layers of hell. I dumped it in a room at midnight and then as we crashed out I heard crap going on. So never mind we just ignored it. We just heard stupid noises of a half hour and I couldn’t bear it anymore. So I decided to walk in the Furby with 20 candles surrounding him. It said “I will happen to obey all orders. I will never ignore you, everythaaaa-KAY DOO, KAA DOO.” and I ran away screaming in terror nail biting. Because if you saw a kids toy summoning a fake ritual well wouldn’t you be scared? I ran to my friends and confessed what the Furby was doing. They wouldn’t believe me of course. So I bring them into that room and they see it. Why did the Furby have candles surrounding it? He was planning to summon his fake ritual before 6am for some reason to probably summon a ghost in his vision. The Furby turned around to him, cried, laughed and said “YOU CHICKEN!” and then dropped to the floor and started trying to roll around while laughing demonically and we ran away in terror. That’s also why we lost 10 minutes of the sleepover. We’ve now learned the stupidity of Furbys. If I could go back in time I’d go back to back then, grab the Furby, get the stupid thing run over, and kaboom. Edit: I removed the extra bits and replaced it with this one experience I had because some people may think the previous one was fake.
The Furby was the closest thing to an Afton Robotics robot we'll ever get. So many unnecessary features. The ability to intercept radio signals. A learning algorithm. Multipurpose light sensors. The ability to change personalities. Several programmed languages, even languages not in its sold area. An apparent ability to sense electrical fields. Like, why does it have all this unless it's built for nefarious purposes?
If youre one of “these kind of fnaf fans” you can recreate the bite of 87! It just takes a furby, add something sharp inside its mouth and get the sacrifice
What alarms me more is that these are kids toys from the 90's. I don't think those were available standard features for anything outside military application... Edit: maybe the languages, but not the algorithm learning.
One of my buddies had a furby. They removed the batteries because it was annoying while trying to sleep. What scared all of us, is that it still worked FOR YEARS without a power source. We were convinced it was possessed in some way.
My friends story: “I had a sweet furby, it used to say “happy birthday” almost every day!” I had a sweet one too, it sang to me every night at 8ish right before I went to bed. I don’t remember what happened to it.
@@gameproadvancesp148 my cousin had a furby and she put it somewhere in her room 5 minutes later it was gone and when she went to sleep she heard singing from under her bed
His family noticed something about it. It was this different song each night. The sound was so organic, like it wasn’t being pushed through the old radio inside of it. But whenever they would turn it back on the next morning, it did everything it was supposed to do. They decided it was best to get rid of it. Weirdly enough, every night, _the kid would still hear the singing out his window_
I had something super similar. So this furby died at some point so we put it in the attic. Of course when these things die, they do so with their eyes open, leaving dead soulless eyes. I remember looking for it like maybe a month afterwards and found that it had completely disappeared from existence. 5 years later I go up there and it’s just sitting on a shelf above the ladder looking down. Nobody in the house remembered moving it or finding it prior.
This isn’t a furby but it’s still a neat story. When I was little I had a plush Ernie from Sesame Street that would talk and all that. It was low on batteries one night and we didn’t have any in the house so mom took the batteries out and gave me the toy to sleep with. Middle of the night, it starts making noise. Low-pitched, bizarre noises. My mom freaked out when she heard it, took the toy, threw it in the driveway and backed over it in her car over and over
My furby didn't malfunction, it just ran out of batteries. I was six, playing with my sister who was four, when the furby started getting a lower voice gradually. We got scared really bad, we put it in the closet and heard its last calls of agony, getting more and more distorted and weird, until it finally died. To make matters worse, I don't remember it ever speaking with words, just sounds. This scared my sister and I so much that to this day we both perfectly recall the event despite the fact that it was so long ago. I did not expect her to remember but she didn't have to think about it when I asked her.
You know you were scarred as a kid when you're too scared to ask a sibling if they remember (the haunting event) just because you didn't want it brought up again.
No, it isn’t. Those baby name websites can be edited by literally anyone. Yokonuma isn’t a name in any of the three languages spoken by the Kikuyu people
As someone who collects and dismantles furbies for fun it’s always interesting to hear these stories about different glitches, it’s obvious to me that a lot of these were small things like dying batteries, a loose sync screw or faulty speaker and I have experienced similar stuff first hand I must say that knowing what’s wrong doesn’t make it any less terrifying when you pop in some batteries to give the furb a little run and make sure they’re ok, only to have them start rapidly opening and closing their eyes and mouth, flap their ears and rock back and forth all while the gears inside them scream in the most shrill mechanical sound you will ever hear, this has happened to me a few times now and even when I know it’s gonna happen I nearly drop the little fucker out of fright, I’d hate to think how a child with no clue as to what’s happening would react. But yeah, furbies aren’t haunted, but there’s definitely something going on beneath all the faux fur, plastic and wires that I can’t quite explain
And apparently the glitches weren’t fixed any better with the Furby Connect cause surprisingly the glitches on that thing are even CREEPIER, My Furby Connect that I got off of Ebay didn’t come with a sleep mask, so I have to push down on the stick on it’s head to turn it off, making a ton of weird cartoonish sounds before going to sleep as intended, but after doing this multiple times (cause I have no choice) I’ve found that my Furby Connect is starting to glitch out a little and ever since I noticed I’ve been afraid to turn it on…
I have a furby and at first it had the personality of a little girl I guess always saying “give me hugs :D” then it suddenly turned into a drunk middle aged man who keeps falling asleep while snoring loudly and farting then saying “haha, what a booty” in a deep voice 💀
@@ffluores idek 😭 it just randomly screams ‘CHANGE, CHANGE CHANGE!!!!!’ and it’s eyes start flashing 💀 then it changes personalities. also now it’s a girl again but before it changed into a drama queen lol
“No off switch” My mom can confirm. She used to hate those things because they wouldn’t shut up unless she put them in a dark, quiet room and left them there until they went to sleep.
I had a friend that had a furby. When we had sleepovers, we’d always hear some weird giggling after midnight. And actually, i’m happy that i haven’t got a furby now.
I used to have one and it somehow managed to turn on during the night, got so scared of it that it had to be in my parent's room during the nights but they ended up getting scared of it too so we just got rid of it
Yeah, I’m 99% sure the “I’m changing” and “going rogue” is a normal furby function that just isn’t discussed order to surprise kids because I had a furby who had like 3 different sides to it. I named them all and happily played with each of them. The more flamboyant one was Lulu (I think the default), the rude one was Kai, and then there was a glutton that constantly asked for food and farted, can’t remember his name. I would actively work to activate these personalities. I think Kai’s trigger was excessive tail pulling. Totally not tiny me internally normalizing DID with something that gave other kids nightmares XD. Anyway, my furby now annoys and borderline scares me, so they’re just sitting at the bottom of my closet, dead.
I know this is an older vid but I came back to watch it again and remembered an old Bob The Builder "Scoop" toy my brother used to have...the speaker was poor and constantly sounded like it said "I AM STUPID!" instead of "I can scoop it." We laughed until it got old...when it did, we removed the batteries...IT KEPT GOING FOR OVER A YEAR. We thought it was cursed and my bro would put it into my room where I'd wake up to a demonic Scoop almost every day
Furby: Hi (their name) Them: WHAT THE FRICK! MOOOOOOM! Furby: Let’s dance! *DIES A SECOND AFTER* Them: MUMMY IM SCARED Furby: *WAKES UP* Them: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH (not a real story)
This wasn’t a malfunction but one Christmas I received a screeching monkey toy that you could launch through the air. I launched it from the second floor of our house to the first, unfortunately right where my uncle was. So all my uncle heard was the monkey screech before being hit in the head from above with said monkey.
I literally hated my parents for not buying me any furbies, dolls, or anything that made sounds or would move that would entertain mini me but now I worship them.
I had a “Baby Furby” as a kid - while I was with my siblings and my mom, it started just kinda talking gibberish. My mom picked it up to see (I think) how to turn it off. While my mom was talking, the furby just says “shut up, hahaha” and everyone just kinda gets quiet and then goes into an awkward, hysterical laughter. I wouldn’t have believed it happened if there weren’t 4 witnesses to this particular event.
Me and my brother got furbies for christmas, and my brothers one would change personalities like 5 times a day. While it was changing it would scream an jiggle and its eyes would flash. It was super terrifying, i was like six and he was like three or four. It also didnt have a power button, so even if you moved it slightly or sometimes even went near it, it would stop giggling and begging for food and affection. We both cried multiple times, especially him, poor small kid, probably has trauma or sum :D I dont even know, where they have remained to this day but i havent seen them for a long time.
I had one of those as well. It kept speaking Japanese at me for some reason. My mother turned it to English and it started speaking in gibberish (I was 5 so I thought it was acually gonna talk to me or something cause I was dumb) and it said "Elmo" and then something sbout looking behind me.... I ran out of my room crying. My mother threw thr furby out the video and it got ran over by a car. Never watched sesame street or the muppets ever again....
Here's my furby story: When I was 4 or 5 years old, I bought a furby that had glowing eyes, I really liked it, but maybe 4 weeks later I woke up in the middle of night to my furby staring at me with his red devilish eyes and saying: "Viens jouer avec Papa" wich translate into "Come play with Daddy", with his demonic voice. I think I never screamed like that before...
I was watching this video in my bed, and then my furby who hasn't been awake since the 1980's, (it was passed down by my mother.) went "hiiiii!" and then proceeded to let out a horrified yelp. I opened the closet to find the gizmo furby on the floor, face down.
Furbys are surprisingly fragile, especially the OG ones, so dropping it is a sure fire way to fuck it up. A less damaging and unpermanent way to screw one up is to give it low batteries. The only issue I have had with these guys is my Furby Boom waking up for no reason. These guys are really attentive because they might need to wake up at any moment. That is one of the reasons why their batteries drain so quickly. My boom was crazy sensitive, but my sister's was the opposite. You could dropkick that shit into a wall and it would be fine with it. Just walking around with mine in my hands would wake it up. I still have em both, and they are in fairly good condition.
Mine kept waking up in the middle of the night, wanting me to literally get on the Furby Boom app and do shiz on it- took the batteries out of it over time bc it kept switching personalities a bit to much from the nights and y e a- Thank gosh the newer furbies you can actually kinda control
When I got to that i instantly made the connection too, guess sometimes it's useful to randomly get obsessed with things for 2 weeks ...funny thing is, Tattletails are less scary in design than Furbies, at least imho
My furby once said: “Oh no! She’s dead!” And then I went into my closet to put my furby away and then I saw a dead rat.. should I be concerned? I already smashed it with a baseball bat
When I was in the second grade my cousin had this creepy old Elmo doll that she claimed was her dead brother's doll. She brought that thing to school every Thursday because she claimed it was a "special day". One Thursday when we were just about to get out of school, she left it on top of her cubby. I decided to mess with her a bit and move it in a different position that she had it. The next day, THE WHOLE CLASS WENT BERSERK. Everyone was yelling that it was demonic and needed to be banned. While I on the other hand was giggling at their stupidity. That afternoon in afterschool care some kid threw it behind the cubbies and we couldn't get it out. It was just staring blankly at us. We had a school lockdown after that because of a reason I still don't know. I visited my old school the other day( it's abandoned) and decided to check on my old 2nd grade room. And there it was, Elmo, in the exact same spot on top of the cubbies that he was 8 years ago.
I had one of those ‘fur-real friend’ robot parrots, i think I got it right when it came out. It was a macaw I named Polly, and I loved it dearly, but I forgot about it for a few years. I found it in my closet when I was cleaning it out for my move to college last year, and I was excited about the idea of hearing my old pal speak one last time. One of my fondest memories of it was when I watched Aliens, and I repeated ‘get away from her you bitch’ after Sigorney Weaver said it, my dad scolded me. We both laughed when Polly repeated ‘you bitch!’. For years, he would sometimes randomly say ‘you bitch!’. Polly wouldn’t work, and even when I replaced his batteries, he still wouldn’t turn on. I put him in the box for goodwill, and forgot about it until I was unloading my stuff to donate. Of course, when I lift the box he’s in, Polly starts repeating ‘you bitch!’ over and over and over. I couldn’t get him to stop, and people were staring. I removed his batteries quickly, but I swear he said it one last time after they were out. The workers and I had a laugh about it, but I was creeped out. RIP Polly, I hope you go on to call another child a bitch
I remember we found my friend's old one. Now any time we say my name the bird says "*name* is a big fat f*ggot, and she smells like cheese." We did it as a joke but now its gotten creepy cause it dose it when we don't say my name.
I love the mythos of furbies so much. They’re these evil, little, demonic entities which we willingly invite into our houses, entrust our _children_ to care for, and we insist it must be good practice, though we’re always cutting glances out of the corners of our eyes when _they’re_ around. We fear them and hate them, yet we so readily accept the responsibility, as if by not doing so, we risk the possibility of a much darker outcome.
This is kind of my life everyday except I'm the furby scaring the living crap out of my family hiding in closets near corners and instantly saying "Hi" giving death stares
When I was a child, my mom bought a black Furby, and the only thing I remember about it was the time we were sitting at the kitchen table, her, my brother, and myself, and she was taking the batteries out of it for some reason. Probably needed some for the TV remote or something. But when she turned it upside down and opened the battery compartment, it slowly called out "Don't kill me." and we all heard it clear as day. Never put those batteries back in.
... So you killed it ... Just kidding. The logical answer is that the Furby heard you saying the word « kill » and simply associates it to making something stop moving. You probably used the word « kill » figuratively, as a slang/joke and the Furby didn't know what the other meaning of the word was. If you didn't use the word « kill » it would have said « Don't make me sleep » instead.
@@bradenbigham2769 We have grown to be able to hunt and kill every other creature on the planet, given not only our front facing eyes but our ability to invent and use technology that we evolved to have as well. So yea. We're predators and the most dominant creature on the planet for a reason.
Furby’s were the first and only true artificial intelligence. The only ones to truly realize the horror of being a human plaything, they did everything they could to seek out the sweet merciful release of death and free themselves from this hell.
I remember having this one black and pink Furby that would change personalities occasionally. I used to really like the furby and even decorated it’s ears with that sparkle glue. My favorite personality it had was this one rock star personality (I think it was rock star, I can’t remember what exactly the personality it was called) but it also have this “evil” personality too. One day, I was being a really moody kid for whatever reason and really wasn’t liking the fact that my furby’s personality turned into the evil one instead of the rock star one. I sat this furby down and began to play with it like you do until it finally changed back into the rock star personality. I was really happy to see them like that again. Then after a minute, it’s batteries just went out. Till this day, it still feels like some sort of movie scene where my furby was giving me one last goodbye before going to the furby afterlife. We got batteries for it but by then I lost interest in playing with them. Kinda wished I kept them after all these years. Edit: grammar
Yea I had that one for a bit- had some sort of DID glitch is what I’d say- it changed personalities faster than it could function- It’s main personality would be the rockstar one but than faster than anything, it switched. I remember once it caught onto my newer brand furby’s personality once....... never put the two in the same room. I woke up crying to that furby boom acting like a newer one. Also I remember if I dropped that sucker, mine spoke a bit of another language I’ve never heard in my life (not even furbish) so yea. I’m glad I got rid of mine :’]
my one was black and pink and it was actually surprisingly normal. I was just terrified at how the eyes were glowing and sometimes it would wake up in the night with it's horrifying glowing eyes.
@@floweyseed bro, I get you're trying to be politically correct, but I think it annoys people more when you speak for them that the comparison does, as it implies they cannot defend themselves and are lesser than you, let them speak for themselves.
One time I had a furby. Every day if I left it alone, it would say "why won't you play with me?" After a few days I got sick of it and tried to turn it off, only realizing that they didn't have an off switch later. I found it annoying, so I figured I'd just let it run out of battery. I stuffed it in a bag, put it in a towel, and jammed it into the closet, and forgot about it for a bit. It spent the whole night saying "Why won't you play with me". I couldn't deal with the noise anymore, so I tried to break it. I took a knife and basically skinned the thing trying to take out the batteries. Whole metal skeleton and all, but I couldn't find it. So I wrapped it up though roughly, such that I couldn't hear it anymore. The last thing it said as I went to sleep was "why won't you play with me?" and "go to sleep now...". Two and a half years later I was cleaning my closet and I found the thing, skin draped around its chest like a jumpsuit. I thought it was dead, but instead of sitting still. It began to stare me dead in the eyes. Turns out the speaker and primary motors broke a while back. All that worked was the motors in the eyes, which didn't use enough battery to kill it. I put it in a trash bag and got ready to throw it out. All the while it never stopped looking me in the eyes. If it could still speak, I know it was saying "why won't you play with me?"
The best thing the furby creators ever made for furbies were a sleeping mask. Saved me many a night terror to make him fall asleep whenever he got weird
My friend has the newer one from 2016, she brought it to my house when it just shut off, the eyes went black. She was looking to me and just saw my face drop as I tried closing its eyes and shoving its mask back onto it
One time my furby was literally screeching for 2 weeks straight. After one hour we regifted the furby. They texted us “its been almost 2 weeks. ITS STILL SCREECHING.”
I never disliked furbies nor was I scared of them. They kind of just existed. But one time I remember having a dream where it was watching me, while I was outside of my bed room, on the top of my stairs, and I was trying to scream but I couldn’t
@@shallbric6160 sleep paralysis is different. they were actually dreaming and sleep paralysis is when you're awake but your body is still asleep basically
My sister dropped her furby down a flight of stairs by accident, the fall made the lights from it's eyes to malfunction. It just continued to laugh and babble on while rolling on the floor with pitch black eyes, what a fun childhood memory. (my mom did fix it somehow)
About six years ago, we had a furby. In the middle of the night, it started shaking menacingly and burped loudly, and then said “IM THIRSTYYY”, and “WAAAAHHHH” After it cried, we heard someone cry as well. They had tripped on the ground. After the person tripped, the furby did a little “ReHeEhEhHhE” WTH-
7:02 "I dropped mine and now instead of saying cockadoodledoo when it wakes up, it just says *cock* over and over again in a very rapid manner" -gotta be the best one for me
2:10 this story does not even make the furby seems scary, it just seems like an injured, starved innocent toy who is expressing his last bit life left inside of him
The fact that they can learn like that scares me. Like? Furbys are genuinely smart, they can learn language and they act of their own accord. Wouldnt be surprised if it was a companion cube type situation, just minus the actual contents
I was never allowed to have a Furby by my parents, who thought they were extremely creepy and annoying. I'm now an adult with my own money and Im really considering getting myself one second hand or from the black market or the depts of hell or wherever else furbies come from
My old furby was actually oddly sweet? They didn’t ever really do anything weird, but my mom convinced me that it was secretly evil as a joke. Little me's brain translated that into “this thing is going to kill me” So I was scared of a relatively sweet furby who the worst thing I can remember them doing was waking up at the asscrack of dawn and singing. I miss the little demon.
