GENERATION X VS. THE FURBIES
Part 3, Revenge
written by
Jenni
Part 3: Revenge
by Jenni
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Generation X or Furby. Personally i think all
furbies are evil, ever heard one of those things cackle? Plus with
those furby babies coming out, gives me chills. My friends helped me
get the idea for this, so i also gotta give them some credit. I'm hopin
to have this be the one story that uses the word 'Furby' more than any
other. o^-^o
Ah-may is Monet's Furby. Bah Bah is Leech's.
Artie's is May-lah. Paige's is Boo.
~ = psi-speak * = furby chatter
WARNING: This contains graphic Furby violence. If you are pro-Furby,
turn back now.
SUMMARY: Both the guys and the Furbies are now playing for keeps. Plus
one of the two warring sides gets a hostage. Will the Gen X guys be
able to catch a Furby and find out what is going on, or will the Furbies take
over?
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"This is inexcusable." said Emma as she paced in front of the three
boys.
"Em's right lads. Right now though, all that the three of ye have t'do
is pay Jubilee back fer her Furby." Sean stood and looked at them.
"You are dismissed." Emma opened the office door and escorted them out.
The boys waited until they were outside to start talking again.
"Guess we got off easy, eh?" Angelo lit a cigarette and put it in his
mouth.
"Yeah, but I think that we should get those other Furbies and round
them up in one general area." Everett was starting to count $25 out of
his wallet.
Jonothon stepped in front of the two, holding a bat over his shoulder.
~Lets go bust up the little buggers.~
BUZZ
The three guys glared at the bell over their heads. " 'K amigos, we
strike after class." Angelo gives his friends a thunbs up sign, then
they run off to class.
---meanwhile in Monet's room---
* We will all mourn Nah Bah's passing. But we must not focus on the
past. We must look toward the future. We were all wrong to try to take
all three of the disbelievers on at once. We must separate them and
regroup. * Said Monet's Furby Ah-may.
* Visor, why do we now speak English without fear? * asked Bah Bah.
Boo sighed. * Because the females have owned us for a while already.
They expect us to speak English now. *
*Oh.* said May-lah. *So what we do now?*
Ah-may looked off in thought, then spoke in its annoying voice. * We
attack the gray one. We hide in his lair, then we strike when he no
expect it. Come, let us go.*
So, once again the balls of puff hop off to the guys dorm, which took
about three hours, hey there are four of them. Fortunately for them,
Sean had chosen today to give a lecture on the history of Cassidy Keep.
The critters had plenty of time to get themselves to the guys dorm's
and hide themselves in various areas of Angelo's room. Now the critters
only had to wait.
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"Hey Ange, wanna study with Jono and me?" Everett, Jonothon, and Angelo
walking down the hall.
~He means Furby bash. You mean Furby bash, don't you?~ Jonothon swung
the bat. Everett and Angelo stared at him. The stress was obviously
WAY too much for him.
"Umm then again, Jono seems a little too bat-happy. Wanna study for the
Chem test?" Everett moved away from Jonothon and put Angelo between the
two of them.
Angelo winced as he saw Jonothon pretend to smack invisible Furbies.
"Nah, quiero escuchar musica. I need to unwind after all that's gone
down. And I don't think I'm the only one."
Everett and Angelo both just stopped and stared at Jonothon. ~Wot? I'll
be fine after all those little buggers die. Two of you are wussies.
Gorra make me fight those bloody lil critters alone.~ He kept mumbling
as he headed down the hall. Everett and Angelo exchanged glances,
shrugged, and went their seperate ways.
Angelo walked into his room and turned on the stereo. One of the only
five pieces of furniture in the room. He almost considered searching
his room for any signs of life, but decided against it. Nothing was by
his bed, on his stereo, behind the dresser, near his desk, or by the
TV. He plopped down on his bed and closed his eyes, listening to the
soothing sounds of Kid Rock.
~Wait,~ He thought to him self as he sat up. ~That reverb doesn't sound
familiar.~ He then saw little forms fly at him before he blacked out.
* We have brought down one, but we should not celebrate. * Monet's
Furby Ah-may sat on Angelo's chest. They had managed to tie him down,
which really is amazing considering they have no hands, and were now
surrounding him.
* Yes. * said Paige's Furby Boo. * Two more still walk. *
* It moves! * yelled May-lah. Angelo started to come to.
"Mumph Glunp!" He realized the evil beings had bound and gagged him. A
white puff was on his stomach. He was also beginning to think maybe
Jonothon had the right idea about the bashing...
Leech's Furby Bah Bah, who had been the lookout, hopped over to them.
* The naive bald youngling is returning to his lair for rest. Since the
noise is deafening here, no one will think to look for the grey man. *
* Good thinking. * Said Boo. * I think that I should stand guard here
still. *
* Yes, come, let us go hide in the bald one's room. * The other three
puffs hopped out of the room.
Boo hopped over to Angelo's head. * Now for you. * Weird beams came
out of its eyes. Angelo tried to fight it, but it was too late. As he
fell asleep, he started thinking that maybe those furbies weren't that
bad after all.
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Everett sighed and opened his door. He could handle Emplate, Mutant
hate groups, and stuff like that, but he never thought he'd have to go
through fighting toys here. He figured as long as he kept busy with
school work, he wouldn't crack. At least, not like Jonothon had. Guess
after losing his face, Furbies coming after him was the straw that
broke the camel's back. Honestly, he thought Ange woulda lost it first,
but here, Angelo was just sitting in his room listening to some strange
rap group. He walked over to his desk and plopped down. He opened his
book and started to read when he heard a loud thunk from outside.
~Great, I knew I should have taken that bat away from Jono.~ Ev got up
and walked out. As he did, a little pair of eyes glowed from under the
desk.
* The bald youngling leaves. No matter, we are patient. We will wait. *
Monet's Furby pushed back against the wall under the desk.
Everett saw a somber looking Jonothon walking out of his room.
~Thought I saw one of the bugger 'iding under a table.~ Jonothon looked
down at his feet.
"Give me the bat."
~No!~ Jono clutched it like a child holding a forbidden toy.
"Now now, give me the bat before someone gets hurt. There are no bad
Furbies in your room that need bashing." Everett had his hand covering
his face. He was starting to get a headache.
~No, I 'ave t'check Angelo's room!~ Jono took off and ran to Angelo's
door. He started pounding on it. ~Let us in Mate! Gorra check fer the
evil critters. Fine be that way! I'll blow the door down!~
Everett shook his head and watched as Jono blew the door away. They
were so dead. He made a mental note to start packing as soon as they
finished here. Always best to be prepared when you're facing expulsion.
As they walked in the room, they saw Angelo bound and gagged with
Paige's Furby standing next to him.
~DIE!!! Die foul bugger!!!~ Jonothon swung his bat and the Furby went
flying against the wall. He then went running to the wall and kept
pounding it. Everett started cutting the ropes and trying to wake up
Angelo. He looked over at Jono.
"Um, I think its dead already. Jono? Its dead. Come on now." If you
looked at what Jonothon was whacking, you would have never thought it
was a Furby. Right now it looked like fuzz surrounding a wad of black
circuits.
Angelo was coming to. "I wuv Furbies. Furbies are good. I wanna Furby."
Jono stopped and looked at Ev. ~We lost 'im mate. 'e's one of them
now.~ Everett nodded and helped Angelo up.
"Let's take him to Ms. Frost and Mr. Cassidy. At least now we can
prove those things are evil." Everett took Angelo by the hand and
started to lead him into the hall.
~Can you do that by yerself?~
"Yeah," Everett looked at Jonothon. "Just don't break anything else."
~Can't promise anything.~
Everett nodded in understanding.
"You gonna buy me a Furby now amigo?" Angelo wore a goofy smile and was
starting to drool.
Everett looked at him in disgust. "No, I'm gonna take you to Mr.
Cassidy, and maybe if you're good, he'll buy you one."
Angelo smiled then started to skip ahead of Everett down the hall,
giggling. Jonothon just looked at them and watched as they walked out.
He grabbed the Furby pelt and put it on the end of his bat. The hunt
was on.
