Curse of the Furby 3
Author's note: Well I'm continuing this fic on though not sure how it's going to go. Thanks to all the reviewers and comments, it's great to know I'm so loved with this rather weird fic. Yes Bee is going to run very fast I can tell you.
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Chapter 3
The first thing Sam noticed when he got out of school was that Trent was sulking in detention and his angle was nowhere in sight. That didn't bother him to much, as she had already told him that there were things she had to do that afternoon but what made him worry just a bit more was that there was no familiar bright yellow Cameron sitting patiently in the school car park.
There wasn't even a black pick up or a rescue vehicle waiting – he still had troubles trying to explain that one to his school friend's well acquaintances – which ruled out the possibility that Bee had blown a gasket or something.
No, not even Optimus was standing there so at least he didn't have to pretend to have an uncle Ernie who drove a truck for a living.
Something about this situation felt bad, real bad and Sam didn't yet know why.
Picking up his phone, he dialled the number that Bee frequently used to call him and waited.
"SAM! HELP!" came a yell so loud that Sam practically dropped the phone.
"Bee!" he hissed, sure that someone would have heard the bots rather loud sound ring straight through his head and out his opposite ear, "What on Earth are you yelling about?"
"Furbysattackingmecan'tgetaway,nohelpanywayelse,help" came a garbled reply.
"Whoa, slow down and run that by me again?" Sam said, unable to understand a single word of what was just said.
"FURBIES!"
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about thirty minuets later when Sam got home, the teen who had saved the world was completely lost as to what was going on. Calling Optimus and the others had resulted in a bit of an argument between the group and plus the small fact that Ironhide appeared to have gone into such a deep recharge was doubly worrying him. It had to be some form of trick from the Decepticon's; it couldn't possibly be Furby's could it?
However he paused and stared at a rather mangled looking truck that was parked squirrelly in the street. It looked fairly ordinary, though a bit odd for a haulage truck to be in the middle of a suburban street, but there were thousands of tiny holes in the side of it and the driver was strapped to the seat with sticky tape and kept muttering 'gag gag whoop' all the time.
As carefully as he could, Sam made his way around to his house, noting all the wreckage and tire tracks. Boy his parents were going to kill him for this one, Bee was so going to be in trouble. Shaking his head, Sam took in a deep breath, "Bee there better be a good explanation for this otherwise…"
He froze at the sight that greeted him.
And then laughed.
A very terrified Bee was hiding behind the shed with what appeared to be the picnic blanket over his head, whilst emitting very strange noises of fear. Sam shook his head and moved over to the little bot, "Bee, come on. You been watching horror movies again or something?"
That was an experience he would rather forget, introducing Bee to The Thing has resulted in probably one of the worst sleepless nights of his life. But according to Ironhide it wasn't the first time that Bee had gotten terrified at a horror movie as apparently sparklings have an extremely good vocal range when convinced that zombies are going to eat them[1.
Slowly Bee peeked out and shook his head, "No, the Furby's" he said, sounding like a two year old.
Sam sighed, "Bee there are no…"
"Ah human return…."
"Play with us"
"Feed me with him"
"Peek-a-boo"
"I-spy with my little eye"
"Gag Gag Oop"
Sam turned to find hundreds of Furby's coming out of the ground, the walls and plant pots, out of the drain pipes, the water fountain and virtually anywhere that they could do so.
Sam backed up, bumping into Bee's knee as the white, blue, black and brown creatures somehow kept on coming towards them. He couldn't remember a time he had felt more out of place in a situation than coming across Bee in the junkyard all those months ago. He wanted to yell and scream very loudly but couldn't. This situation was just messed up.
He didn't want to be killed by a Furby, where was the dignity in that?
"Kill the human, kill the bot"
"Destroy the pair for what they did"
"Attack formation"
"Play death"
The final two words started to repeat with horrible unison and also a rather familiar twang that had Sam instantly thinking of Hoover Dam. No way, it couldn't possibly be that? Could it?
"Bee? Any ideas?"
The bot shook his head, "I tried shooting at them but they deflected it"
"What? How can a stupid toy deflect your gun?"
Bee just shrugged and stood up, pulling Sam to safety and trying to figure a way out of this. He was already low on energy after having to run all the way here and go around the block more than a few times. "This is not good at all"
"You're telling me! Next time you buy a Furby make sure it's not possessed!" yelped Sam as Bee dodged back from the first Furby's that were launched towards them via a kids see-saw. "Or at least a one that doesn't have so many friends that are equally possessed!"
"Well how I was supposed to know that I was buying a possessed Furby. The information didn't say anything about it" said Bee, now forced to hop about to avoid getting hit by the monsters.
"Who the hell did you buy it off?" Sam yelled, grabbing a black one that was attempting to bite into his skin after it had landed on him which was promptly chucked to the ground.
Bee checked quickly, "Username ConFre"
Sam blinked, "What?"
"ConFre"
"Oh please don't tell me that's what I think it is…Bee you idiot!" Sam knew that now they were in serious trouble indeed.
Then his phone rang and Mikeala's number showed on the caller ID, "Mikeala! Call Optimus and get the re-enforcements here now! We're about to be eaten by Furby's!" he half shouted.
"Okay…so I guess you don't want to know that you're currently on the news right now" came her rather subdued reply.
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[1 Reference to Karategal's 'Nightmare' fanfiction link here: . I highly recommend that you go and read it cause it is a cool story.
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Author's end note: yes I'm evil like that but hopefully I've not gone too off the ball with this one. Hehe poor Bee and Sam, try and get out of this one boys.
Oh and a cookie to anyone who can work out who Username ConFre is.