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Thanks to all of my reviewers!

WanderingTeen: This one is you! Enjoy!

For anyone who feels bad for Gerry (I know I do!)(But, hey, he messed with my Erik. You just do not do that.) he MIGHT be making an appearance in a later chapter or two. Remember, I never did say if he died or not. Erik just assumed…heh, heh, heh.

Now that I think about it, Gerry could survive on rats.

And he had at least one fork still stuck in his back that he could use.

Disclaimer: I take full credit for what me and my mind come up with – things such as characters, bits of exploding scenery, etc. – the rest I give due credit to Andrew Lloyd Webber, Gaston Leroux, and Susan Kay.

Erik vs. The Furby

Erik walked into the kitchen one day and found a Furby sitting on the counter.

Curious as to what it was and how it got there, he approached it and reached out a hand to pick it up.

As his fingers got in range, the most disturbing, frightening, downright scary thing happened.

The Furby came to life with a mechanical cackle and chomped down on the Phantom's nearest digit as hard as it could with its plastic beak.

Surprised, Erik quickly pulled back his injured hand and looked on in terror as the little toy fuzz ball started blinking its eyes rapidly and spinning around in circles.

Erik backed up a few steps, unsure of what was happening.

Suddenly it stopped and stared up at the Phantom with its shiny plastic eyeballs.

Unnerved, he reached behind his back andgrabbed a spatula from one of the drawers.

As he lifted it out, though, it became wedged in between some other appliances and he quickly glanced down to see what was the matter.

When he looked up the Furby was gone.

Hurriedly, he yanked out the spatula and brandished it in front of himself.

Circling slowly in place, he searched the whole kitchen, but the Furby was nowhere in sight.

Then he felt something nudge his foot.

Looking down he almost jumped on top of the nearest countertop when he found that the little freak was staring innocently up at him from the floor.

Confused, irritated, and slightly disturbed, the Phantom kicked it away.

Only to find that it flew through the air and plopped itself right back down next to his shoe.

Horrified, he stumbled back and almost tripped on the Furby that had followed him and was now circling the floor around his feet.

He ran out into the parlor and slammed the door behind him, trapping it in the kitchen.

Little did he know that the demonic toy did not find doors to be a problem.

Appearing behind him, floating in midair, the Furby gave a heinous cackle,

"WHOOOPEEE!"

Then sailed across the room, clamping its beak down on Erik's backside with a snap.

Erik jumped about five feet into the air, narrowly missing the ceiling.

Frantically, he grabbed the thing and yanked at it as hard as he could, but the Furby just growled and hung on.

Desperate, the Phantom turned and smashed his rear end into the wall, finally dislodging the mechanical terror.

Apparently unaffected, it slid down the wall with a "WHEEEEEE!" and landed with a thwump on the carpet.

It shook itself off and slowly approached the Opera Ghost.

Afraid for his life, the Phantom launched himself, spatula first, at it.

He was stopped in midair by the Furby.

It started chuckling manically and headed underneath his floating torso.

He, he, he, he, he…

Tee…he…

It stopped and rotated upside down, gliding upwards and attaching itself to Erik's chest.

As the Phantom watched, it narrowed its eyes and started rocking back and forth.

The shiny orbsglowed a demonic red and lime green smoke started wafting off its fake fur.

It muttered squeakily,

"Coco hate children."

Heh, heh,

"Coco possess trap door lover and annihilate them."

Heh, heh,

"and then take over the world."

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh…

The ranting Furby did not notice, but Erik's hands were free and he had the spatula at the ready.

As the Furby rocked backwards he wedged it underneath the cackling fuzz ball and pried it off.

It flew across the room and the Phantom landed on the floor with a thump.

He sprang up, ready for action, and lunged at the toy, which was turned on its head and shrieking things no children's toy should have in its vocabulary.

He brought the kitchen appliance down with a WHAP! directly on top of it.

Stunned, the Furby lay there as Erik ran and grabbed a cage from another room, shoved it in with the spatula, and threw it into the torture chamber.

Sliding back the viewing panel, he looked on, relieved, as the furry terror, now recovered, tried it's hardest to chew the bars of its cage off with its little yellow beak.

When that failed, it tried to teleport out, but it found it could not.

Getting annoyed, it threw itself in every direction, becoming a fuzzy blur.

Its metal prison started rocking around violently, making hideous screeches as it hit the glass floor.

Worried, the Phantom triggered the starting mechanism.

He watched as it slowly started to get hot and the Furby began to panic.

It oozed purple slime that really did nothing more than make a mess and it rolled its eyes around wildly.

The temperature spiraled up in the hundreds and it reached melting point.

As chunks of fur burst into flame and it started to internally combust, the Furby gave one last, horrid screech,

"Oh no! I'M MELTING! YOU $&#$$$ &&&$$$#&$$#$$# &&$$ BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP PHANTOM!"

"I HATE YOOOOOOU!"

"WHAAAA…!"

With that it exploded, leaving only its little plastic sensor chip, which lasted a few minutes longer before disintegrating with a sizzle.

Erik cut off the heat and stared disgustedly at the charred lump of plastic.

It let out one more burst of green smoke before collapsing in on itself and turning into a pile of goo.

He shook his head, closed the viewing panel, and limped out of the room with his hand covering his sore bottom.

Later, as he changed into new clothes he saw the extent of the damage that the Furby had wreaked.

His pants were dotted with holes in places that he did not even think the fuzz ball had the ability to reach.

He shivered at the thought and then went immediately and burned them, dumping the ash into the lake.

WINNER: Erik

LOSER: The Demonic Furby