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Skeletons of Belgrave Manor - Chapter 1 - Tiddlywinks9 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

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Hey everyone! I wrote a fanfic on A02 for anyone who's interested it's about the reader gets inserted into their favorite game Belgrave Manor. It's where the Sanses are romanceable and the reader gets transported into the game by a fairy

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would you do fandom bitty adoptions? like, other than undertale bitties? if so can I get a reader adopting one? from any fandom ya like! but I do love horror and slashers and stuff like that!! thank you even if you don't do it!!

Reader and a Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, and Freddy Kruger Bitty

It was ominous, it was like the hills had eyes. The trees were naked of leaves in the ominous shadow of autumn. The pristine metal knife glinted in the dark. The metal screeched on the dark. The bitty saw his face reflected in the blade. In the knife he saw his sins staring back at him. The wind cackled with a sinister howl. The stars fled the sky. It was like black ink spilled in the cauldron of the sky. The omniscient stars watched the land of horrors below. The bitty; his mask was a ghost of white, the way he moved was phantom-like. He stalked his victim in the night, he was a bitty Michael Myers, small and foreboding. A mask with dark hollow soulless eyes. His his eyes were empty, hollow, a deep void that dispelled any light. His shirt was the color of gravestones as he crept in the midnight.

   At his side was a Jason Voorhees bitty with a hockey mask with triangular stripes that were a dull vermilion. An odd metallic smell clung to him like smoke. He was covered in head to toe, with a tiny machete wielded in his hand. He and Michael were rivals who roamed the night, prowling, hunting down anyone unlucky enough to cross them. They were like shadows in the night who ruled the streets. They were the harbingers of death, two bad omens who ruled the shadows.

    Their reign of terror was known all throughout the city. They were called the red death. A truck veered obstructing their path and swerved before them. Oh no. It was bitty control. The dog catcher who was tasked with catching bitties instead of dogs. Michael Myers and Jason ran, like their lives depended on it, they ran and fought against the torrents of wind. However he dog catcher was nimble. Jason tripped. Michael hesitated although he hated Jason with a burning passion he couldn't let him be caught and surrender his freedom. He went back to save his rival.

   Both were sent to the bitty shelter. They endured what they thought was hell, they were scrubbed in ointment and sweet smelling soap. They hated it here! They hated being pampered; they were meant to be evil not pampered. 

In your bed at home you kept having nightmares. Your stirred and shivered under the thin blankets. A clawed hand ripped at your thoughts. His face was one who haunted yours, he feasted on your nightmares, and preyed on your hopes and dreams. His face was mutilated like Deadpool and his face was one that invoked nightmares, instilling in all who saw him a primal fear of the unknown. It was your Freddy Kruger bitty. He jumped on your stomach nearly knocking the wind out of you and demanded you get him a friend. You obliged to his petulance. Languidly you both went to each shelter yet none could put up with your diva of a bitty's attitude. He was odd for a Freddy Kruger bitty. 

You got dressed and decided to visit some bitty shops, one store soon became two stores then two stores became three. Three stores! Four stores! You visited all the stores and town and still couldn't find a friend your bitty. On a whim you decided to visit the local pound you were sure they had bitties there. In a cage in the corner you saw them. They looked to you with a morbid curiosity. Your bitty strode up to the cage and pointed, they were slasher bitties just like him! With great reluctance you turned to the workers who ran the pound and said. “How much for these two?” 

*Bonus* Your Freddy Kruger bitty stabbed a cereal box with his wolverine like claws. Cereal spilled across the kitchen floor, you flipped on the light switch, it was 3 AM and you were tired. You walked in to see your Jason bitty making snow angels in the cereal. Your Michael Myers bitty threw a piece of cereal at your Freddy Kruger bitty. They seemed to be having a snowball fight but with cereal instead…? Today was going to be a long day. You scolded them and gave them each their own tiny bowls of cereal, which they devored within seconds. They truly were cereal killers weren't they?

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NEW BITTIES!!!!

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Red- Typically very collected,but also very mischievous. They are a bit hot headed,as well as love pulling pranks,but always apologize if it goes awry

Orange- Very relaxed and sweet,but very excitable when owners come home,are given something,etc. They love lounging in the sun,and nibbling on sweets,as well as going to play many games

Yellow- The most bubbly one of the group,and is the most hyper. A bit high maintenance due to the energy levels,and often squeak and squeal from something cute being shown to them

Green- Mellow,relaxed,and calm,a step down from Yellow’s excitability. They’re most likely to read or write,instead of bouncing about,but can be excited easily

Blue- The calm,collected one of the group,they’re the calmest bitty one can adopt. They’re quite docile and gentle,as well as very warm and tender little friends they’re very empathetic,much more so than other bitties,maybe even a bit too much sometimes

Purple- A little goof,these little ones are calm and empathetic,getting along with anyone,much as the rest do they are good givers of advice,and enjoy little books,be it a complicated novel,or a simple picture book

Pink- A giggly,silly little one,they’re often doing some sort of activity,as these little ones love doing something! They’re often drawing and coloring,for they adore colors and soft things. They often cuddle with stuffed animals,and refuse to sleep without one,no matter how old they are,and if are refused,start to cry. They’re sometimes referred to as the ‘crybaby’ of the group

Rainbow- A rare,but gentle bitty,they quite serene and calm. They’re very quiet,and don’t often speak unless they must,otherwise they use sign. They’re often sitting in the window,watching the outside,enjoying the breeze and plantlife. They often enjoy a plant to care for,for they love caring for something. A good bitty if raising young ones

If abused,their colors become dull and their behavior changes,depending on the abuse however. An example would be-

Yellow.

He was terribly abused,and has a high distrust of everyone he comes into contact with. The caretaker of the bitty shop,Cerberus,even has a hard time getting him to trust him,even when nearly every bitty he comes into contact with adores him.

This Yellow isn’t available for adoption,but the others are!Just send an ask!!

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have a smol snake

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Just here to ask if I could adopt a Krait Bitty, I accidentally sent this message to someone completely different initially whoops!

(It’s ok!)

*The Kraits seem to be having some sort of pool party today. Every Krait in the shop is in the play pools, and they are having a blast! Kraits dive. Kraits do flips. Kraits do complex synchronized swimming. Kraits splash and chase. Kraits smile and laugh. It would be a perfect time for a potential adopter to find the Krait of their dreams.

*You've come to the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center to find the Krait of your dreams. You follow the sounds of splashing and giggles to the back of the shop, where you find the play pools filled with joyful striped lamias. They see you watching them and immediately begin performing aquatic feats to make you smile.

*The Kraits doing choreography begin a new routine. During the routine, they lift a fake clam shell out of the water. The shell opens, revealing a very handsome Krait. The Krait does a spectacular high-dive and the group finishes their routine with the clam shell Krait as the obvious star.

*You know you want to adopt the talented Krait, but you also realize that you didn't bring anything for the little guy to stow away in! Thankfully, Vex anticipated such possible issues and has provided an array of canvas bags near the Krait pools. You take a bag and casually place it near your feet. While you pretend not to pay attention, the synchronized swimmer Kraits help their friend settle into the tote bag... fake clam shell and all!

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could i have a lamia reader adopting a bitty? i love lamias and one of my ocs is one too!

Naga reader adopts a bitty

(sorry it's shorter than the usual asks!)

A tail that glittered. Surrounded in a wreath of starlight your scales shimmered with a wink of light. The starlight crawled slithered like ghosts of moonlight across your tail and skin. You watched as the colors in the sky danced with majesty. The northern lights were beautiful especially at night. Ribbons of color detonated like bombs of glitter. Neon lights imbued with viridian slithered across the sky, in spires of light. Northern lights danced in snake like ribbons. The meadow was damp beneath your tail. Fireflies bounced between the grass in embers of shadow. The grass was itchy beneath your scales. You were here to watch the northern lights. The gingham picnic blanket shifted beneath you. You listened to the dragonflies gossip as they perched on the wildflowers.

You watched as the larkspur, hollyhock, and wildflowers swayed in the wind. Cattail plants swayed near the gentle rills and streams. You ignored the group of gnats that buzzed over the stream. You didn't belong with the monsters and you didn't belong with the humans. Not quite human, yet not quite monster either. You were a pariah of both. With a sky that shimmered and a tail that glittered. The stars winked. Your tail sparkled with the iridescent kiss of starlight, as you went to the bitty store. The tinkering laughter of a bell invited you inside. In the playpens you watched as Sansy's napped lazily, Edgies argued, the cherries cried. Your heart broke when you heard them. And your eyes fell to a sparkling pen of constellations.

The scent of vanilla drew you in. In the softest pen you've ever seen, you saw the softies, in their starry pajamas. You swung your leg over the baby gate and sat in the pen, which was padded with pillows and the fuzziest blankets you've ever felt. You were careful not to accidentally sit or crush any of the softies. The blankets felt odd beneath your scales. Your tail coiled around you instinctively.

A softie crawled into your hand. Instead of vanilla you were supprised, he smelled like strawberries! The softie pen smelled like vanilla and sugar cookies. The softie looked up at you. His finger wrapped around yours. His bones felt soft in yours. He smelled like a strawberry sugar cookie that reminded you of Gyftmas. The softie's eyes sparkled like a thousand constellations as a hopeful mirth sparkled in his eyes. You decided to take him home.

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i see you do undertale writings as well and not just bitty stuff if I'm correct?? may I have a scraplet of g sans with a reader in pain(you can decide what kind of pain lol I just have chronic pain!)

G Sans x reader in pain

(Hope this brings you comfort. I know this can't fix your pain though I hope this brings you comfort.)

It felt like your body was betraying you. You writhed in pain. Red was all you could see; visions of claret flooded your vision. A metallic smell crept into your nostrils, you breathed with a haggard cough as blood cascaded between your fingers. You quivered cold and alone. It was the venom of like a thousand bees armed with knives stabbed every nerve in your body.

It was like the wrath of a thousand of knives pinched every nerve in your body. The world was spinning. You wanted to call out for help though there was no one there. You collapsed to the floor. With bleary eyes you awoke in a hospital bed. The sheets were dull and checkered. The room was sterile and stank of antiseptic. At your side clutching your hand was echotale Sans.

He gave you a melancholic look as he brought your knuckles to his forehead and kissed your knuckles. It was strange compared to his usual flirty demeanor. Your hair was unkempt like a rag doll and still Sans looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

“It's gonna be ok sweetheart… it's gonna be ok.” He assured in a mantra of words. Your soul fluttered in your chest. No words could quell the sobbing aching pain that stabbed in your chest and lower body. To him your presence was like an aphrodisiac, now he only looked to you with concern mirroring in those hollow eye sockets.

“We'll get through this together, dollface.” The doctor came. "You have endomitrosis." The words spilled out her lips. It was endometriosis. You felt like the world shattered around you. Even if you were in pain at least you had someone to share it with. And Sans was determined not to leave your side until you were better.

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Sansby Across the Multiverse!!

Finally done with this lil thing, made my fingertips numb(still numb rn) and made me stay up alot(which helps since i gotta wake up at 4 for sahur ngl)

Frame by frame babeyyyy!!!

Credits:

UnderTale by tobyfox

UnderFell by underfella/community

UnderSwap by community

HorrorTale by sour-apple-studios

UnderTrack by @ken-tfc

Code!Sans by @callmeherry

OuterTale by 2mi127

AddictedTale by Yours truly (*ゝω･*)

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can i ask for reader adopting a geno bitty? :3

Reader Adopts a Geno Bitty

(Hope you don't mind I made you a bitty doctor! :3 I always make sure to write at least 500 words or more for a writing prompt request, so if you want less or more please tell me!)

The walls were like sleet, cold and blank. The walls were a blizzard of cold as you slid you fingers down the wall feeling between the grooves and cracks, of the wall. Dry peeling paint spilled between your fingers the paint was getting old and the mural would have to be redone soon. The drawings on the wall that were once commissioned by your boss reminded you vaguely of a children's mural. The art on the wall felt like it belonged in a daycare and not a bitty care clinic. The Department of Health paid to have all the bitty clinics be redecorated inside to make doctor's visits appear more 'friendly' to bittys so they'd feel less scared during their visits. Instead of funding bitty disease research, and supplies they decided to fund a paint job.

The clinic smelled like antiseptic, the other bitty vets who prowled the halls were like hypochondriacs in their masks they wore like haphazard suits. On the walls were colorful posters of diagnostics encouraging you to wash your hands, and facts about bitty vaccination and preventable diseases. Jars of cotton balls and tonsil sticks that could be mistaken for popsicle sticks were in jars strewn neatly on the snow white counters. The plain linoleum floor clicked under your shoes as you paced around the check-up room, swirling around to organize your doctor's equipment.

Echoes of laughter danced down the halls as bitty's ran down the quiet halls of the clinic with their frantic owners chasing behind them. You hoped there wasn't another wheelchair race between bitties. Ghosts of sunlight escaped your vision, sun shyly peeked at you from the curtainless window. The stethoscope was cold around your blue doctor's scrubs. Your lanyard with your credentials jingled hitting against your lower chest whenever you walked.

You worked in a bitty rehabilitation center, helping improve injured bittys motor functions and skills, you worked to improve equilibrium and overall a bitty's ambulatory function. It was more like a pediatrician's office than anything. When bittys first came to the surface, humans were unable to classify them as monsters or pets, their souls were too chemically different and weak to be a monsters soul, and without a soul trait they weren't human.

Eventually with the protesting of Bitty rights activists bitty's were granted both monster and animal rights. Now people were being charged with bitty abuse. Humans like those made you sick to your stomach. You often saw cases like that working as a bitty doctor. Often, you saw bitty's and their owners come in with bitty's who had recently got reconstructive surgery to replace missing limbs, or pieces of skull that were damaged in car accidents, other bitty's you saw we're bitty's who needed to be suited for prosthetics, stray bittys who had been rescued from fighting rings. It was your primary focus to help rehabilitate bitty's who had recently gone through surgery.

You watched as a Baby Blue, with crutches, hobble out the room with their owner. It was a bitty who had recently got fitted for a prosthetic. You wanted to comfort the woman as she watched her bitty with teary eyes. "DO NOT WORRY MAIDEN, I THE MAGNIFICENT TACO, WILL BE IN MAGNIFICENT SHAPE IN NO TIME." Taco... huh, that wasn't a name you usually heard for a Baby Blue. Usually it was always Blue, or Blueberry. Those were the most common name you've heard for these types of bitties. You were always surprised how loud such tiny bittys could be and forgot to cover your ears.

You wondered why she didn't just pick up the bitty and leave if he couldn't properly walk. "Thank you doctor." She said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and moved out the door with her Baby Blue. You put away the X-rays and diagnostics for the Baby Blue, you would have to schedule another appointment for your patient to be fitted for a prosthetic later. You noticed how Taco was using a doll's leg in place of a prosthetic, and that Barbie leg just didn't really suit him... You were surprised he even managed to get along with only one leg for so long.

Your next patient came in and you were surprised! This wasn't one of your scheduled patients. You were confused, looking at your chart, you realized they hadn't scheduled an appointment with you. It was a Geno Bitty, you didn't see these guys often. He came in with a teenage boy with greasy hair. "I'm sorry but you'll have to schedule an appointment." You apologized, turning as you briefly washed your hands in the sink basin near the biohazard bin that was full of empty syringes, and examination gloves.

You turned your gaze back to them, and your eyes dropped to the bitty's arm he was missing one of his arms. "Please, doctor! He's a stray and I've been feedin' 'im, and I can't let him go to no kill shelter! Please doctor, promise me you'll care for him. I ain't got no money and my parents hate animals an' don't like bitties! He's just a stray I've been feedin', promise me you'll take him. He deserves all the good an' in the world and I can't give that to him. He's plenty friendly doc. Please take care of him." The boy pleaded, you almost wanted to call Bitty protective services when you saw the missing arm. Though the boy seemed honest and the bitty didn't seem to fear him, and even seemed almost comfortable in the boy's presence.

As the teenager left, you were stunned. Half the bitty's was marred and reminded you of a melted ice-cream cone. Glitched pixels leapt and shrouded his left eye, a common trait you noted in Geno bitties. You supposed it was a hereditary trait. "What's your name?" You mused, flicking your hands over the sink to dry them. You were still stunned over the arrival over this new bitty as he sat on the counter by your case of medical tools.

The bitty gave you an awkward chuckle. "The name's Melon." Melon huh? You were surprised. "Friends call me Melon." He held out his hand supposedly for you to shake. You were hesitant expecting the old whoopie cushion in the hand trick other bitties gave you and were pleasantly surprised when that wasn't the case. His small hands were cold yet cool in yours. His genus of bitty reminded you of a Sansy, though you often found Genos were much more chill and less distrustful than Sansy's.

The guy seemed more chill about this than you, and all honesty he was less trigger-happy with puns than the Sansy's. You haven't heard him utter a single joke since you met him. You gave the bitty your name and he seemed to hum in response. You asked him the question that had been eating at your mind. "How'd you lose your arm?" He was nonchalant as he tugged his tattered scarf tighter around his neck.

"I was born without it." He said honestly. "I was the only one born in my litter with only one arm, so when they first saw it my first family tossed me out and left me there on the streets. It was easy with Jonathan; he always came and cared for me, though he's going out of state for college soon." The bitty shrugged; he seemed not to want to talk about it, and honestly you didn't want to press him any further. He seemed content to watch the angel fish, and the neon tetras swim in the tank behind you. You never knew what compelled humans to evolve and breed genetically glow in the dark fish.

The day grew on as Melon comforted the bitty's who were nervous for their check-ups. He was your little helper. Whenever you needed something, he helped you get it, whenever you'd administer vaccinations or liquid vaccines to patients, Geno was there to distract them. You both had a routine by the end of the day.

You brought him in your hand down the hallway to the waiting room, where the exit was. You both stopped in front of the receptionists desk and saw quite the calamity outside. A group of bitty rights activists were outside. They were raucous, chanting, waving signs, and protesting outside. They were all yelling about something. They all held signs regarding bitty reproductive rights, how it was cruel to neuter and spay bitties without giving them a choice, a part of you agreed, bitty's were sentient creatures, however, violence was never the answer!

One threw a rock, shattering the glass, shattering the glass wall of the clinic, the rock catapulted through the wall, nearly maiming you. With a dizzying swirl of magic you were teleported to the side. Melon... he saved you. A stranger. You saw as he reasoned with the crowd. He somehow managed to hold off the crowd without injuring anyone. Once the police was called, you brought him home.

Melon... your savior. You could get used to his presence.

(Hope you don't mind I named the bitty! Sorry if it bothers you.)

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mayhaps may i ask for mafiafell sans with a lil tori bitty? i think its be soooo cuuuute!!

A Cuban cigar, thicker than his phalanges, was perched between his fingers. Over his shoulders a few monsters were playing billiards at the pool table far in the corner of the bar. The sound of billiard balls clacking in the pool table crowed in his ears. The sound of the balls rolling down the compartments of the pool table whenever each successful shot was made, fell deaf against his ears.

Sans was robust and broad-shouldered and wherever he went; people talked, stared, and all eyes were immediately drawn to him. He paid them no mind as long as they paid their dues, he didn't care. He was the right-hand man of don Gaster, he was the older brother to Papyrus. The brawn of the Serif family. He was the next in line to be the head of the Serif family, the rival family of the Dreemurs.

He was the brawn of the family, the muscle. However don't let those bones fool you he was stronger than he looked. He was smart sure, though he was more street smart than book smart. He was born into this life at a young age. He was a hot head who always let his temper get the better of him.

A dense mist of claret smoke followed the head of his cigar. The red smoke cloaked his large silhouette. Mafiafell Sans's suit jacket was pinstriped with a vermillion undercoat underneath. Red, the signature color of the Serif family Mafia. The buttons on his vest were unkempt and buttoned in the wrong row. If his brother Papyrus were here he'd scold him, it was unbefitting of him as the next head of the Serif family.

Sans was confident Gaster would never fall to the Dreemurs. The Serif family dealt with exporting illegal arms, contraband, and dealing illicit drugs. Sans himself specialized in racketeering. The cards were dealt and spread across the table. There was nothing better than gambling on a sunday night.

The dogs Asgore's spies in the speakeasy were playing poker and gambled while the others played billiards in the corner. The cufflinks of Sans' sleeves were gold, matching his golden fang that glinted menacingly in the light the gas lamps and electric lighting in Grillby's cast. He was pretty popular in Grillby's speakeasy. He didn't mind the hustle and bustle of bootleggers and rumrunners who helped smuggle alcohol and moonshine into Grillby's bar.

It had been years since the prohibition banned all alcohol and the consumption of it. Sans slammed his cards down on the table. He won. He got up with a smirk and collected his earnings as the monster who sat across him slammed their money down on the table. They looked frustrated, however they said nothing as Sans took his earnings.

Thick banded, golden rings were inscribed with curlicues were on his fingers. His breath stank of alcohol, yet he wasn't drunk enough to be stupid. Grillby with incandescent purple flames, regarded him grimly and scowled at Sans with an angry grimace. "Pay your f**king tab Sans." Grillby snarled, the shot glass he was cleaning nearly shattered in his fists.

The fur trim of Grillby's own pinstriped suit was almost flamboyant, and the fur of his suit was outrageously fluffy yet spiked. "As for my meal, put it on my tab." Sans barged his way out the door. It was time to collect the city dues. He pressed a gun to the man's head. The head of his pistol pressed against the man's head.

"You got my money, kid?" "Please! It's all I have," The man begged pleaded for his life be spared. It was almost pathetic. The man offered Sans his wallet with a shaky hand. Sans pocketed the wallet and moved on to the next house. This next house was different, it was a tiny dilapadated home with a crappy paint job. Sans was surprised to see inside was a tiny bitty.

Her dress was a deep purple, with a strange insignia on the front of her dress. She smelled of cinnamon and butterscotch with faint traces of sandalwood following her. She was almost motherly. She regarded him warmly. "My child, what brings you here?" She said with a gentle smile that burned away all anger. Sans almost found her motherly.

Yet there was a certain wistful sadness that danced in the bitty's warm eyes that sparkled like rubies. She was a tiny goat bitty. A Toriel bitty. What was a bitty doing here? Sans was confused, he couldn't threaten a bitty! The longer he spent with this bitty, he realized he couldn't just off her. "Now what's a doll like you doin' in this place 'ere alone?" He said gruffly. The bitty blushed, and adverted her eyes down to her feet.

"May I ask what brings you here dear one?" She answered his question with another question. Now, who was this bitty talking about? Because he sure as hell wasn't dear! At least that's what he thought. Sans never had a mother figure, perhaps... she couldn't be so bad. He was slowly starting to warm up to the bitty, especially when she told him and confided in him about the bereavement of her previous owner.

"It's been so long since I've had visitors." The bitty said with a soothing voice. "Now tell me, dear one, do you prefer cinnamon or butterscotch?" Sans pondered her question. He'd never though about adopting a bitty, perhaps... one bitty wouldn't be so bad. He would later go on to treat her like royalty.

"Don' matter to me, doll face. Now howzabout you come home wit' me? You me that pie and we call it even." With a smile the Toriel bitty obliged and unknowingly joined the most notorious crime family, and entered a life of crime and comfort. She was the first bitty of the Serif family. Sans decided to name her Doll... Or perhaps Tori would be better.

Butterscotch... It wasn't the type of scotch Sans was used to though he'd suppose it would do.

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can i ask for a reader adopting some winged bitties? maybe a harpy reader >:3 if youre ok with that!

Harpy Reader Adopts a Bitty

Your plumage sparkled like crystals in the sunlight that cascaded through the windows. Chaplets of dawn were draped over your wings like a sun catcher in the sparkling day. Diamond shaped feathers were ethereal like diamonds. The colors of your wings coalesced in a melody of colors, depending on the light they dispelled shadow like a wand of sunshine.

Or your wings were like phantoms of moonlight when the ghost of night came. Your beak was curved and aquiline. You were a harpy blessed with wings like an angel. You were a harpy monster the only harpy monster you knew of. Alone in the house of your dreams you sat alone on the wicker furniture, accompanied by the other decorations that matched your aesthetic.

Fragments of broken dreams and forgotten memories lay around you. Memorabilia, invoked a sense of nostalgia, the wist of memories that lay untouched with the other paraphernalia that lived within your house. You had only objects to keep you sane, you filled the absence of others in your life with objects. It was no way to live you decided, you were getting a bitty today. It was lonely with only paraphernalia to keep you company.

You moved your talons through your feathers, preening your wings for any pinfeathers. With your talons you scratched at your beak. If you neglected cleaning it long enough it would become cracked and brittle with the surplus of too much keratin building up on your beak. You would need to moisture your beak later. It was quiet here with only your thoughts and memories to keep you company.

Tapestries of frost spun bitter memoirs outside. As soon as you stepped out you felt jack frost's wrath. Incantations of snow twirled down the clouds pirouetted down the sky like ballerinas. Snowflakes glinted with the wisdom of mischief. Snow smiled with the omen of winter. Spiderwebs of frost glazed over your window like a donut. Ice crystals spread across the window in sprinkles of frost.

You were lucky there wasn't a blizzard. It was safe to go to the bitty store today. You longed for a bitty, a companion to aid you with company. A friend to help you smile when the days grew dark. You walked down the path to the city where the shadows roam. Tempests of shadow haunted the busy streets. All were probably Black Friday shopping for the upcoming Gyftmas. That must be why the streets were so busy you concluded.

You wove like a salmon through water past the throngs of people who kept to themselves for the most part. Wisps of clouds swirled above like an eldritch painting. Down the crosswalk you went as the traffic lights above flickered. Traffic lights winked at you as you left. The lights swung overhead on the powerline.

Your talons felt cold beneath the cracked tarmac. Rows of people and monsters pushed past you as you walked across the crosswalk. A crossing guard stood before you all with a whistle dangling loosely between their lips. They held their brightly colored traffic sign as you and the crowd filled the traffic guard like lost ducklings.

To the bitty shop you went. Your folded your wings against your back tucking them behind you as you squeezed through the doorway careful not to damage your wings. The sound of laughter sailed throughout the bitty store. Aisles of bitty's ran and laughed with play. They napped, and played with one another separated by child-like playpens that seemed baby proofed or more like bitty proofed. Dozens of eye lights stared at you like you were some kind of celebrity.

You walked to the back of the room, searching though the rooms that held the exotic bittys. Lamias, arachnid bittys, strange bittys that spoke in hands or in foreign tongues, bee bitty's, all kinds of hexapodic bitty's, there were Dadsters, and Goopsters, and even ghost bittys! Still you couldn't find the right bitty for you.

You began to feel defeated. You mentally deflated. That was until you saw him. His wings were a deep black like the finest obsidian, he was like a raven of shadow that reminded you of the wings of a corvid or a crow. It was a Birdtale Sans bitty. Small goggles sat above his forehead. He gave you a charming smile.

The walls all around you were painted a garish nebula of colors that nearly blinded you when you first walked inside. You grew used to the immense colors the longer your stay. The bitty smiled at you with a faint grin. "Why the long face kiddo?" The bitty had a baritone voice that suprised you considering his stature.

"I can't find any bitty willing to go home with me." You admitted feeling quite embarrassed. "What about the owl bittys?" You blinked in suprised you didn't know there were owl bittys. "I heard they're a real hoot and a half." The bitty winked. You held a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. "So kiddo you ever heard of the crow who wanted asked for the telephone? He needed to make a long distance caw."

The bitty was cracking jokes left and right just to make you smile. Gathering up your courage you finally asked. "Would you like to go home with me?" The bitty seemed amused by this. "Well I'll be a bird's uncle." He said playfully you could swear you saw a sea of cerulean begin to speckle and spread across the bones of his face in a sea of blue.

The blue on his face reminded you of a blizzard blue. Soon the bitty's face was dusted with a blizzard blue. Was he blushing? The bitty seemed to hesitate for a moment as he spoke again. "Sure kiddo I thought you'd never ask." The bitty grinned at you earnestly. You left with the adoption papers for your new friend in hand. It was a lovely day.

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Drew on phone >:3

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10 posts!

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can i ask for maybe a papyrus adopting some bitties? preferabley swapfell or fellswap but honestly any would so so cool!! oneshot or hcs id you do those idc either :3

Kay, thank you for your suggestion! It's on my blog ask me anything anytime you'd like again : )

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Swapfell Papyrus adopts a Bitty! Or two...

Swapfell Papyrus took a drag of his cigarette. The smoke curling out his nostrils made him look like a dragon. Embers of magic and nicotine swept in an out with every inhale. Ribbons of smoke curled and unwound in the dark night of Ebott City. His golden fang glinted in the dying twilight.

The limber bones of his fingers played with his lighter. He fiddled with the lighter, trying to ignite a spark that helped him feel less dull inside. He held the cigarette between his phalanges and brought it to where his lips would be if only he had lips. He inhaled a slow drag of his cigarette. Smoking, it was an unhealthy habit, an addiction that helped soothe the growing numbness he felt inside.

The woozy scent of magic and nicotine was like a cloak that shrouded him. The fur on his coat felt dingy, and cigarette smoke clung to his jacket like a phantom that followed him wherever he went. He was sloven and the the way he moved was languid. The only thing that could be heard in the night was the gentle clacking of his finger bones. He looped two bony fingers under the spiked collar that guarded his neck, his twisted his collar around in a circle boredly.

On his phone were 15 missed calls from 'Mi'lord.' He shouldn't be late or else he'd displease his brother Sans. The bitter cold of night was like a bitter ex. A bitter cold swept over his bones. He was lucky he was skeleton he couldn't feel cold it just went right through him. His bones were beginning to turn an unhealthy yellow from all the smoking; it was faint yet noticeable. He knew his brother would be on his ass about it later and he was dreading it.

He needed to be away for a while, and Muffet's was closed. The streets were bereft of people except for the homeless man sitting near a cardboard sign in front of the alleyway. The night besiged all in Ebott City, bringing with it a bucolic calm. Garlands of indigo kissed the purple twilight.

It was almost peaceful. However his universe wasn't the safest out there, you always had to be on guard; it wasn't as dangerous as Underfell, however it wasn't as peaceful as Underswap. He was something that wasn't quite kind enough for Underswap, yet he wasn't as crude as those in Underfell. He was an odd in between that didn't belong to either.

Rus reached a hand inside his jacket. He pulled out a bottle of barbeque sauce and brought it to his teeth. He downed the bottle in a slow dragging swig as he threw back the bottle like a swig of whiskey. He slid to the bench. His legs were astride the bench in a man spread. There was a tapping on his leg.

He looked and he saw... It was him! Except tiny? Rus was perplexed. The bitty stared at the bottle with a lust of hunger. Phantoms of moonlight illuminated the scenery around them. "Hungry?" He wanted to smirk, and down the rest of the bottle and leave the poor creature. However he wasn't cruel.

He tipped the bottle down to the bitty's mouth. The bitty held its small hands cupping them around the tip of the sauce bottle and chugged down the last remnants of sauce. Rus heard of bitty's before however he hadn't heard of bitties that looked like him. Another bitty struggled to climb up the bench. It was a bitty Swapfell Chara. Their tiny sweater was tattered and the stripes appeared dull.

They have him a sad look. Incantations of starlight sang in the city of stars. Rus felt around his pockets and found a melted chocolate bar, that had solidified due to the cold. He moved the half-eaten bar and dropped it in front of the bitty. His arms were lazily draped over the head of the bench. He looked to the distance as the bitty devoured the chocolate.

The Chara bitty nuzzled his side, hugging the fur trim of his jacket as they rubbed their face against the dingy fur lined jacket that probably hadn't been washed in weeks. Rus and the bitty told jokes into the night as the Chara bitty slept against him. Rus found himself happier than he had been in centuries. He laughed unitil he blushed a rust colored orange. For centuries he bent over backwards out of servility for his brother.

Now all he had to do was find a way to explain this to mi'lord...