The crunch of debris under your footfalls fills the barren shelves as the three of you stalk your way through the abandoned Toys-R-Us. The dead eyes of Geoffrey Giraffe look down upon you in silent judgement. Camera in hand, you record your two friends in the vacant store.
"So guys, we're doing another urban exploration vid!" Brittany says. "It's 3AM and we're in some old, burned out umm—Toys-R-Us, I think it's called?"
"LMAO, who even cares?" Angel laughs. "That was like 80 years ago, in 1990 LOL!"
"So this is like, where people would kill each other over Tickle-me-Elmos and stuff," Brittany says, gesturing around the store.
"LOL," Angel says. "Imagine actually, like, coming to a RL store and buying stuff for your kids, like for Christmas or something LMAO."
"Oh flip!" Brittany says, running to a shelf. "Look at this! My mom has like twenty of these things in the attic."
brittany gestures to a shelf with a single, small Furby on it. The toy's neon, tie-die fur contrasts its cold, dead eyes and plastic beak.
"LMAO WTF even is that thing?" Angel laughs.
Brittany picks up the Furby, turning it carefully in her hands while Angel begins to dance next to her. Suddenly a devilish smile flashes across Brittany's face. You've served as the butt of many jokes on her channel and you know what's going to happen next.
"Hey ${name}, catch!" Brittany shouts, throwing the Furby at you.
You try to dodge, but it's too late. You feel the toy impact, stinging as its beak brushes past your arm.
"LMAO are you bleeding?" Angel says. "Did the Furby bite you?"
You look down and see she's right. A small trickle of blood is rolling down your arm, onto the floor. The Furby, however, is nowhere to be seen.
You begin to feel light-headed as your mind races. How could you be bleeding from a Furby? What is this strange feeling that's overcoming you.
As you stagger backwards and lean against a shelf, you hear Angel's voice again.
"Flip ${name}, are you OK LMAO?" she asks.
You try to find the words