livin' on a prayer || open

Furbies.

They were everywhere, as if they had walked into the camp of their own will. Some sat high on tree branches, their big, bulbous eyes watching constantly. Most crowded about the ground, cooing in that weird way, blocking any attempts to walk past without tripping. Most were in good condition. Others were muddy. Cracked. Their voice boxes crackled with warbled electricity when they spoke. These weren't the new ones, with the LED eyes and floppy, almost cute faces. No, these were the awkward beasts of the old days, and Cheer loved them. Humming an old song under her breath, Cheer wagged her tail as she laid amidst the neon flood, nose to nose with a purple furby, it's eye twitching constantly as it spoke gibberish, in response to which Cheerwine only laughed.

"Shut up Aeon, I love them more than I love life itself! They're perfect" yelled Cheery with a huff as she flopped over on her side, knocking a platoon of the furbies over. She paused, sat up, and grinned playfully, exaggerated innocence sketched across her maw. "Come on dude, don't go postal over a couple of toys," she said, picking up a green one that seemed to be stuck on loop. "Hello! Hello! Hello!" Chanted the furby, continuing on as Cheerwine dangled it in front of her brother. "Look! This little broseph looks like you!"

"That's the whole point!" exclaimed Cheer, snorting derisively. Her family had absolutely no taste, ai? "Furbies aren't mammals. They aren't birds. Furbies aren't of this world. They're wonderful! Oh, that reminds me!" She grinned as she started shoveling through the odd toys, looking around for one in particular. "I think I have one that looks like you too, Mackaroni! Except, like, half the fuzz got ripped off so it's mostly plastic and wires, but what is there is like a mirror,!"