Who are PunkyPinks parents?
A light hearted question devolves into a spiraling conspiracy theory . with an innocent furby left without a father , the tension rises.
Karma
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It started during quarantine. The whole world was driven half insane, trapped in a torpor that felt like it went on forever. I remember chuckling to myself, now everyone knew how I felt .
The universe has a sick sense of humor. I wished i'd had more time to spend at home, that the world would see it the way I did , or at least read some theory about workers rights so i wouldn't have to stay up till twilight staring at these files. Look what happened.
I was bored last year , I prayed for the first time in a decade to have something to do. Then it wattled into my doggy door.
I'd heard a bit about Hasbros new release but hadn't payed it much mind. ive never bee one for ...furbys.
Punky was its name , they squeaked incoherently to me as i pretended to take down notes . the only usable information they gave me was an archive of every furby Hasbro ever conceived . This was going to be a long night.
they sat on my desk while i poured over the archive . they purred like a cat at they glowed warmly , not going to lie , it was starting to grow on me. It turns out that the babbling coming out of the fuzzballs mouth was something called 'furbish' , this thing was actually speaking a language ! i found a translator on the internet . it looked like it hadn't been updated since the early 2000s and barely held itself together but it worked good enough for me to get something out of Punky. they were looking for someone, either that or they were hungry.
somewhere around dawn , I noticed something .
right there, on the banner of the website , was this furby that i kept looking over thinking it was just punky , but apon closer inspection something about this one was different. this one was all pink , as to where Punky had some very distinguishing yellow tufts of fur . this one had greenish grey eyes and punkys were a dark blue. Her name was juicy grape.
punky, who had up until then been content sleeping , looked at the picture of Juicy (no im not calling her that) Grape, wide eyed like they had just seen her long lost mo-ther.
I had to ask just to be sure. my hunch was right. they were looking for somebody. her family.