Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-12343352-20150131221940

(Side Note: This creepypasta has entirely fictional characters. The friends and family in the story are not based off mine)

Today was my birthday. For my birthday, I got 3 books, a bottle pirate ship kit, a mini fridge, an iPad, and a Furby, which I played with, so it still has it's batteries inside. The furby, however, creeps me out. When I opened him, the boy said he didn't buy it off a normal store. The furby's box still has the price tag on it. However, I couldn't let the price tag worry me, so I placed the new furby on my shelf with his friends and went to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed all my other furbys, except the one I recently got, were destroyed, and the "murderer" was holding a pocket knife and had blood on it. The furby doll is trying to get me for himself by killing everything I love. The furby doll went into my parents' room. Moments later, I heard a scream coming from my parents' bedroom. My mom and dad are dead. The furby also went to my room. My sister is dead too. My furby is waddling to my school, and I have to stop it. Every stranger the furby passes is stabbed.

I finally caught the furby and "jailed" him in his box. The box wouldn't sustain him for long, so I rushed to the store in the price tag. But the store was gone. I was stuck with the furby. I then remembered something. The furby runs on batteries. I took the batteries out, but the furby kept moving.

I was talking to my girlfriend, when the furby stabbed her. For once, I found a girl that loved me, and she is dead. I finally caught up to my furby, standing near the corpses of my 9th Period class. I snagged a mallet and smashed the furby. The furby, now dead, was taken to the trash can. Meanwhile, someone who was good at repairing robotics found the furby in the trash.

TO BE CONTINUED! 