Furby UNITE.

Chris pondered and gazed at the display, neatly carried out was the oldest of toys he had ever seen. He stared into the Furby’s eyes. When he looked away and back again, it was gone.

Chris was shook, he fled. He grabbed into his pocket. Nothing but a hole was left.

“My keys!”

“OUR KEYS” The furby replied, inside the car. But he wasn’t alone.

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