It's 2013. The Furbies have begun their reign of terror. They started big, going after tumblr users. The Furbies will take over their brains, through their popularity on the site. The higher amount of followers, the higher risk you have of being taken over…
''I love my collection of Furbies. There's nearly 66 of them! I need more!'' Barack Obama thought, as he stood in the shower. Little did he know, there were two spy-Furbies in the bathroom with him. They were listening in on his thoughts, gathering information for the Leader.
There are different types of Furbies, the Leader – the one who commands the attacks, and is in charge of all other Furbies. Then there's the spy-Furbies, they're the ones who gather intelligence for the Leader. There are the ones who brainwash, the Black Ops. And there's the servant Furbies which are below all the others, and must do whatever told.
The secret Furby hideout, The Lair –as you can tell, the Furbies are insanely creative – is where they plan their attacks. "Within a week, the attack will launch." Said the Leader, cheers were heard around.
A group of Furbies enters a house, during the late night, and quickly brainwashes the user who is sleeping in their bed, before they can awake. They do this at enough places to gather an army, for their attack. The army consists of tumblr users, and Furbies. The higher-ranking Furbies train the army for the rest of the week.
"Is everybody ready?" The Leader calls out to the army. Choruses of yells, screams, and cheers ring out. Satisfied with the answer the Leader dismisses to army. They march out of The Lair into the dark night on their way to tumblr user Alfabites' house.
Alfabites awakes to see a Furby and tumblr user hovering above him, his mouth taped and hands tied. A dozen Furbies carry him back to The Lair. They take him to a room labeled 'Surgery'. Alfabites is strapped down to a metal table and the surgery begins.
Alfabites wakes up and looks into a mirror and notices, he is no longer human. . . He is a Furby with pink hair, a white dress, light brown furry legs, and pink high heel shoes. Alfabites never looked in a mirror again.