#bittybones are being real?

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6 - BITTYBONES ARE BEING REAL?

Me : So... You're Sans..?

Sans : yep.

Me : And the other one is also Sans?

Sans : yeeeep.

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Me : Then if you're here, where is he?

Sans : er... 'bout that....

DAY 2 - 5:53 PM So I decided to take the other little buddy with me. But after asking their names... well... I now have several problems… The first problem is that they have the same name. And the second is that I haven't seen the short-tempered one since the last time. Well.... For now I should probably just take a look at the other one.

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Undertale: Bittybones Still Publishing Fics - Fic Rec

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You've reached my Bittybones Still Publishing Fics Fic Rec, yay! Now scroll down and see if there's anything that tickles your fancy 😊

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[Last Updated: 2023/01/26]

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Don't pursue happiness, create it!

Author: CuddlyQuiche

Chapters: 11/??

Words: 60384

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Bit-ter Memories

Stuck in an abusive relationship that you don't even recognise being as such. Your boyfriend tries to make it up by letting you get a pet.

He's a train wreck as far as BittyBones go, constantly abused, abandoned and then returned to the store. His fate seemingly decided as the store finally agrees to put down Edgy.

After meeting, the two souls begin to try piecing together their lives together. It's not going to be a smooth journey.

A story about abuse, violence, depression, eventual love and learning to overcome the pain with your Bitty companion.

Author: Tinypeachfox

Chapters: 7/??

Words: 25011

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You had to say, you really hadn't been looking for a job when you first entered the Adoption Center. Yet here you were, up to your knees in bitties. What's the worst that could happen?

Itty-Bitty Bones

Author: EllisDeeBunny

Chapters: 12/??

Words: 19754

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You decide to get a pet. Unfortunately, this pet has a temper.

One Bittybone At A Time

Author: LeenaZenyo

Chapters: 18/??

Words: 44875

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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Putting Pieces Back Together

You didn't want a bitty. Not after what you've seen. You're absolutely horrified of them, but in a single moment you change your mind.

You want to protect them, you always have.

And this time, you're going to.

Life of a Reader who adopts Cherry.

Author: blueberry_skelebros

Chapters: 11/??

Words: 9582

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A lonely girl with anxiety adopts an Edgy with a dark past. It starts out a little rocky, but it's all about putting the pieces back together.

Inheritance

Author: LaniLemons

Chapters: 14/??

Words: 20771

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Always In Threes

You received a letter a couple of months back that you are the heir to your great aunt's estate and fortune.

All her belongings have been willed to you including her bitty?

Author: ToGiveARaccoonAGender

Chapters: 13/??

Words: 32447

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This is a Terrible Idea

You are a witch in a small town, living well off the beaten path. You make ends meet by selling protection charms, but things are amiss. You are lonely, but that changes when a small, injured Bitty shows up on your doorstep.

Having just lost your beloved pet and familiar, you find yourself latching onto this small, affectionate creature.

Just remember that life-changing events Always come in threes.

Author: SansyFresh

Chapters: 9/??

Words: 7827

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If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie

You're told by your psychiatrist that you have two choices.

Either move in with someone, or get a Bitty. Guess which one you choose?

Author: echo_flowers

Chapters: 12/??

Words: 26094

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Just A Little Offbeat

Rumor has it that the house on the hill is haunted. Strange things always seem to happen when someone new moves in. No one ever lives in the house long. Then you came along...

Moving is just the fresh start that you need. You finally escaped your overbearing datemate, quit your dead-end job, and found a place of your own. Sure, the old house is rundown and looks a little creepy but with a little patience and elbow grease, you can turn this old fixer-upper into a real home. No matter what those silly rumors said.

Wait... You didn't leave your phone there when you put it down...

Did you?

Author: Kharons_End

Chapters: 54/??

Words: 152250

Ship: Baby Blue Bitty (Underswap Sans) + Lil Bro Bitty (Underswap Papyrus) x Reader

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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Stowaway Bitty

You didn't expect life to throw you a bone, but here they were: two tiny Bitties that wrecked your heart and filled your home. Sure, your tiny city apartment didn't have the fancy stuff that others had, but you've always gotten by.

And it was a lot better than what they were used to.

Author: HistoricallyDragon

Chapters: 112/175

Words: 202969

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When Fate gives you Skeletons

Recently divorced and too proud to tell anyone how bad she's really doing, the last thing Jennifer wants is a Bitty.

Luckily, she doesn't get a vote.

Author: Lacey5296

Chapters: 16/??

Words: 33213

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Lulu was never one to really believe in fate. Yet, when fate puts a life changing situation in your lap, literally, then some suspension of belief is called for.

Whippersnappers and Old Folks

Author: freshywritescrap (freshiewrites), SansyFresh

Chapters: 5/??

Words: 4338

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Family is where the Love is!

Sansy and Edgy have lived long, full lives. Unfortunately, they have lived for the past few months in an adoption center, and much like with actual pets... no one wants senior companions.

You're here to change that though.

Author: basurtoj15

Chapters: 11/??

Words: 33459

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You didn't want any pets, you didn't need any either. You were perfectly content with your life. Your twin brothers however were not. They wanted the newest and greatest craze to ever hit the media: Bitties. Out of respect for your parents and to make your brothers shut up, you took them to the store to get some. What you found there would affect you and your family for the rest of your lives...let the chaos begin.

Skeleton's Small Problems

Author: Possible_Heart

Chapters: 10/??

Words: 17020

Ship: UT Sans + UT Papyrus + UF Sans + UF Papyrus + US Sans + US Papyrus x Bitty Reader

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Your life was a shit show, to put it simply. Especially since your species was big enough to fit in a palm, and happened to be glorified pets. Mishap after mishap, mistake after mistake, you were convinced that the world was all bad. People and monsters alike, all had the capability to wrong others. After all, that's all they had done, how were you to know that any could be different? Well, when six skeletons move into the house you inhabitied, you reacted accordingly. Chase out the intruders, one way or another. They would only hurt you in the end, right?

Roadside Knights

Author: Sephypsycologist

Chapters: 3/??

Words: 7823

Summary:

A box full of ragged bitties makes all the difference in your life

Keeping Promises

Author: Sephypsycologist

Chapters: 2/??

Words: 6439

Ship:  Giggles Bitty (Horrorfell Sans) x Reader

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You adopt four Horror type bitties, and this is your life with them.

Real Treasure

Author: Sephypsycologist

Chapters: 5/6

Words: 8189

Ship: Hammer Mer Bitty (UF Sans) + Fisher Mer Bitty (HT Sans) x Reader

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You adopt two mer-bitties and life is...complicated.

Civil Serpents

Author: Sephypsycologist

Chapters: 5/??

Words: 9886

Ship: Burma Naga Bitty (FSR Papyrus) + Caesar Naga Bitty (FSR Sans) + Rain Viper Naga Bitty (SFP Papyrus) + Milksnake Naga Bitty (SFP Sans) x Reader

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When a human gets involved with four bitties, will they be able to convince them everything is okay?

A Bit of Grace

Author: Brishton

Chapters: 2/??

Words: 10106

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A Thorny Situation

For the past several years, Edge has been in quite the depressive state. Growing increasingly desperate, his brothers drag him along to the local bitty center to find a new friend to bring back that skeletal grin of his. Maybe, just maybe, a tiny bitty human will be the solution they've been looking for.

Edge has his doubts.

Author: CrabbyMaiden

Chapters: 12/??

Words: 12000

Ship: UF Sans x Reader

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A Bond Forged in Steel

You were the proud friend of a Thorny: a grumpy, bastard of a flower bitty that hated literally everything but his 'bestie'.

He was the proud owner of a Cherry: an anxious, but bitey skeleton bitty that acted a hell of a lot tougher than he actually was.

Oh... This was going to go swimmingly.

Author: AwfulLawful

Chapters: 8/??

Words: 35908

Ship: Original Character x Original Character

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As a snowstorm moves in, a street Bitty struggles to free himself from his steel prison before any Humans find him. All he wanted was some mustard seeds from the spice rack by the window - he never would have guessed he'd end up fighting for his life if he fell off the sill.

Backyard Box Bitty

Author: Dale (Bouncyballblue)

Chapters: 12/??

Words: 23522

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There's something in your backyard.

Nightmare and Patience

Author: SoothingEpione

Chapters: 48/??

Words: 327839

Ship: Nightmare Gang x Original Character

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Notes: The fic itself isn't about bitties BUT THERE IS a bitty in the story, so yeah I'm putting it here ^3^

Nightmare and his gang encounter a mage and decide you know what? Their castle could use a decent maid. Yet, as in any fanfic under the sun, there's a twist, and there's something more to this mage--who requires Nightmare's special brand of magic to stay sane. Diana is soon saddled with five skeletons who seem more intent on annoying her to death than anything, and despite all rationale, finds herself drawn to their dark leader for reasons beyond even her comprehension. Too bad it seems like everyone in the Multiverse seems hellbent on getting between her and Nightmare.

Started out as a reason to write Nightmare porn and ended up having an actual plot. Lord help us.

[whatifut]

Since people liked part 1 I wanted to see where I could take this chapter. Hope you guys like this.

If you like bittybones stories in general, maybe consider a follow.

I'm pretty busy at my day job, so a little feedback would make my day, if you want to see more.

Fair warning, most of the stories I do are drabbles or chapters and I won't guarantee that they will be finished but I will say if I actually discontinue something for good. I hope you can take what I can share for what it is, as a short glance into the fan multiverse of undertale inspired by a whole lot of utmv stories I read.

The characters I write about are own interpretations of utmv characters and I don't claim to own any of them. I generally enjoy utmv content, especially about bittybones and I hope you're getting something out of this.

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Chapter 2

Dust facepalmed “Oh, you know, being happy won’t make the LV flares and episodes go away for good. We’d just be burying our real emotions until we…”

Their little spat was interrupted when the door creaked open.

"Mornin'" the big lump yawned as he entered, not looking at the two who had frozen mid sentence to instead directly shuffle over to the coffee machine.

Noticing the coffee had already been made he remembered he hadn't been in charge of breakfast in a while.

Checking the calendar revealed this had been going on for months now.

Taking a pen Horror scribbled a small black moon in the corner of today.

‘Huh, Friday again..’

The weeks tended to just fly by since the treaty. Well, or it was just easier to tell time since nightmares realm had become more of a neutral AU with actual night and day cycle instead of the constant gloomy darkness they had for a long time.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee Horror moved over to the table, looking at what was on the menu today.

That's when he noticed dust was still standing there observing him like he had something to say but didn't know how.

"'Sup, Dusty?!"

Horror asked,  standing next to dust,  casually sipping on his coffee.

Unbeknownst to them, nightmares goop reacted to dusts rising anxiety as dust pondered whether and how to fill in his giant companion.

Having his fate decided for him was something nightmare dreaded in general,  seeing his enormous underling in front of him didn't help.

So, as nightmare quickly drank down dusts rising insecurity,  he had enough energy to sprout some legs.

A fact dust unfortunately caught on way too quickly.

Making a dash off dusts palm and onto the table nightmare ran towards the edge of the table where he would be able to jump down and merge into the shadows.

As he approached the corner of the table he heard dust growl "not so fast" before he found himself in front of a row of blue bones.

Not wanting to chance running into a bone as dusts lv and the damage he dealt were pretty high, he did a quick turn aiming for the side of the table.

Seeing his goal made nightmare feel relieved.

But it was short lived.

Just before the corner of the table a hack knife was slammed into the table just in front of him.

This time however he hit it face first, holding his skull as he writhed on the ground.

Realization sinking in, the indignity of the situation as well as the consequence of being seen quickly replaced the minuscule pain he felt.

Looking up nightmare had just enough time to prepare for being grabbed by a giant hand, on one of his tentacles no less.

Stifling the urge to hurt the impudent fool who decided grabbing him after giving him such a spook was a good idea,  nightmare strained his neck to look up at that familiar but terrifyingly giant face.

Part of nightmare was wondering if the giant would have just gulped him down like a small squid, had he been first at the table today.

That wouldn’t have gone down well for either of them..

thinking about it though, horror knew how to check if something was edible.

"Careful" Dust admonished, quickly approaching, as nightmare was brought in front of that giant red line eyelight of the usually gentle giant.

The red orb scanning nightmare before quickly moving to the approaching dust,  then back. Like the hunter nightmare knew Horror was,  he didn't lose sight of him for long enough for nightmare to be able to escape.

Observing the small creature as well as his approaching teammate,  Horror relaxed his shoulders not wanting to spook the small being more.

As dust told him to be careful Horror just hummed,  slowly lowering the small slimey nightmare onto his other hand, low enough for dust to easily reach.

Horror looked at dust again, then back to mini nightmare, gently nudging his skull.

"Does boss know we got a bitty? You think we can keep 'im?"

Horror addressed dust, who suddenly went very silent as Horror kept nudging the small goop with his pointer finger,  adorably tilting his head.

Despite his hunting instinct Horror had a thing for adorable creatures only fueling nightmares indignation more as he was nudged and talked about.

Horror was also the only one who could get away with such a display of blatant disrespect without being brought back to reality the hard way.

Still dust couldn't help but be terrified for the big guy for a second.

When Horror noticed the bubbling goop of the small nightmare, who magically got bigger, he paused for a moment,  then looked to dust.

Seeing dusts eyelights extinguished, horror finally connected the dots.

He wanted to get a closer look at the bitty version of their boss to make sure, but when he looked back down at him he quickly rejoiced.

The small goop skeleton had his eyelight extinguished as well, his mouth set in an all to familiar scowl.

With a presence and voice to large for such a small body, their boss ordered the biggest one "PUT. ME. DOWN"

Too fazed for words, horror quickly nodded,  carefully but quickly lowering nightmare to the table.

When nightmare stepped off his palm, horror pulled his hand away as though he had been burned.

Their boss hardly ever used his power to lecture them anymore, certainly not on horror.

"S.. sorry, boss." The big lug mumbled sinking in on himself in shame.

Nightmares goop bubbled again,  though this time he didn't grow.

Sighing nightmare was at a loss.

Of course he couldn't let his underlings literally toy around with him, but seeing horror sink in on himself was the very thing he didn't want to happen.

"Just.. don't get unnecessarily grabby again.." Nightmare mumbled, sitting down at the corner of the table feeling the emotional and magical strain from being discovered.

Holding his head for a moment, Nightmare looked up at his underling as he didn’t receive a verbal answer.

Horror nodded.

To which Nightmare let his shoulders droop.

Looking to dust revealed that he had calmed down as well,  his eyelights almost back to their regular size.

Only a few sweat drops on his skull showing how tense he had been.

All of horrors acquaintances, including nightmare, knew horror was sometimes slow to catch on. Horrors quick reflexes are only barely able to hide the fact his big head wound robbed him of the capability to keep up with his own observations at times.

None of the others blamed him, not even their boss.

As the situation became more awkward due to nobody knowing what to say the door swung open another time. Chatter filling the room quickly, announcing the appearance of the two missing team members.

As the chatter stopped nightmare dreaded what would follow. Fair enough, as he looked over, cross looked shocked, while killers smile just notched up a bit higher.

"No way!" An obnoxious voice rang through the room.

"You’ve actually caught him"

Killer excitedly ran up to his diminished boss and started to poke him in the cheek.

As everybodies emotions tipped more towards amusement with an undertone of confusion and worry, nightmare started to feel nauseous, the only one who pushed that aside a little was dust.

Nightmare could feel dusts anger flaring up towards killer, quickly shoving him aside.

“You knew?!” he scolded the other.

“Psh, call me the sensitive one.” Killer grinned back.

Dust snarled “You’re calling that sensitive.” he pointed towards nightmare “Letting the one who gave us all a second chance starve?!”

At that word all of them looked towards horror, who looked towards nightmare in shocked realization.

Killers emotions flipped at that insinuation as well, his ringed eyelights appearing for a moment, focused on dust as his expression changed into a manic grin. “Hey, you know that ain’t fair, dusty” he sing-songed. “I would appreciate you trying to use that sad empty skull a little more before making such accusations”. While killers eyelights disappeared he held dusts glare.

Dust scoffed.

He knew Killer was right, the manic skeleton was the first to want to break the treaty.

And even though one could easily chalk that up to him being bored and wanting to mess with people, none of them could deny that killer was nightmares second in command and the most loyal of all of them.

But that was also the reason dust was upset, maybe there was another solution and they could put their skulls together.

Nightmare cleared his throat, the ebbing temper of his two underlings mellowing out the nausea a little. “I asked him not to tell.”

Dust grumbled, knowing full well nightmare would have done the same with him if he and Horror hadn’t caught him.

An undernote of betrayal tasting much too sweet to nightmare as his starving corruption absorbed what it could, making nightmare feel bad for taking that away from dust.

The negative emotions in the room seemed to mellow out far too quick for everyone involved, leaving a sort of emotional void for a moment.

Cross, far more used to emotional whiplash as he now was allied to both dream and nightmare, recovered the fastest, asking the question everyone must have thought about at least once “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Nightmare tasted an undernote of guilt in him, surely because his soldier was also loyal to dream. But there was also that dreaded undernote of hope there.

Now, nightmare had overstayed his welcome already, making him feel tired again.

He wanted to do nothing more than to melt back in the shadows and sleep it off.

Cross’ worry spiked at seeing him this tired… “What if.., what if something similar to dream happens if we don’t find a way?!”

Nightmare snarled at the mention of his darkest past, all their fear spiking for a moment.

“Do Not Speak Of That Blasted Event Like I Will Allow A Repeat Of That To Happen.!”

Now, none of them logically feared nightmare under normal circumstances, but his starved corruption enhanced his negative aura in a way that made it feel like their biggest fear.

Horror was the first to swallow back that fear as he understood the ravenous hunger that must be driving their boss right now.

Also, at the same time horror understood how hunger chipped away at ones sanity.

“What about t’ Village?” Horror mumbled, ravaging his broken skull to find a way to feed their boss?

Nightmare looked up at him puzzled but also exhausted.

Horror carefully moved closer, getting on his knees and looking at his boss.

Nightmare wasn't surprised by this as he felt the neutral emotions horror was consciously broadcasting as well as his big eye scanning him.

At this point nightmare was too tired to argue as horror carefully approached him with one of his hands. It was obvious what horror intended, even though he didn't know where he would end up he knew to trust the big guy. So nightmare stepped onto his hand, hoping for a good place to rest.

Scooping nightmare up, horror brought him to dust.

Horror had noticed in the way the manic skeleton reacted more hostile than usual that he was becoming uselessly unstable.

Without asking for permission Horror let nightmare climb into dusts hood, neither dust nor nightmare refusing the handling.

Feeling nightmare latch onto his cervical vertebrae made dusts insecurity flare up again, but it was quickly sucked up by nightmare.

Just like the voices in his head seemed to quieten down after a while making thinking straight so much easier.

Dust took a deep breath, sighing a thanks and sitting back down in his usual seat.

If he faintly felt nightmares content rumble against his bones, it was no ones business but theirs and if he sent killer a smug satisfied grin nobody saw.

Horror nodded. Pulling Cross next to Dust “You two keep watch.” knowing full well these two had the hardest time managing their negative emotions.

If killer picked the seat opposite of dust to keep an eye on nightmare, it would definitely not be because of his raging jealousy.

Horror didn't try to interrupt their usual spat, knowing nightmare would suck the idiocy right out of them, instead pouring them their usual drinks.

“Lets eat first, boss needs a nap and the food is getting cold.”

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hello there!!

i got 2 questions, hope you don't mind!

1. do you have any xreader fic/author recomendations? i'd love to read whatever you reccomend. it could be either here on tumblr or ao3

2. is there an anon list? if not, could you perhaps make one? if the answer is yes, may i become 🌌 (galaxy) or 🪐 (planet) anon?

thank you, have a great day!!

2. Answering this first because it's way shorter: I actually have no clue what an anon list is, but ofc!! You can be galaxy anon if you want, I don't mind :-D (Please do explain what an anon list is to me though lol, because I'm 99% sure I'd be A-okay with doing that)

1. Oooh I have so many!!! List under the cut lol (and I definitely forgot a lot, too 😭)

Let's start off with my most recent, Special Toppings. It's a really funny one and I've read it like, 5 times now. Basically, Edge (undersell Papyrus) hires a stripper while drunk to come to his brother's bachelor party (who Red/underfell Sans is marrying is never stated btw) and it's great. I'd also recommend going through all other fics written by this author. :-) Read it here.

Then, we have Fairytale Complex which is ongoing right now! I'm a few chapters behind at the moment, but as far as I've read it's really good! Basic premise is that you're Frisk's parent, and you're dealing with the monsters and the fact that they hurt your kid. This one gets, like, 29889 bonus points for the reader insert being gender-neutral. Read it here.

This one isn't for everyone, but There's Still Magic is also pretty interesting to me! Major TW for abuse, manipulation and other things like that though, as it's a pretty big theme in the story. Basically, your friend Taylor has offered you to live with her in this big house with her reverse harem of skeleton boyfriends, but it's... not great there for you. Taylor's an ass to the skeletons in the house and they're kept firmly in her manipulative hold, minus Mutt (Rus). The characters are a bit OOC in my opinion, but it's a good fic so I still recommend it! Read it here.

Then, we have ANIME IS REAL! It's really fun and I like it. Basically, Sans shows up at your doorstep (and, mind you, we're in our universe, so up until this point, we've only thought of him as a fictional character) and whoops, now you're in a mansion with the classic gang of skeletons. Very enjoyable. Read it here.

Until That Day Comes is probably my favourite right now, though. It's still ongoing, and I'm really curious to see where it's all headed! Basically, the fic starts with you waking up after... something, and after being missing for a while, with a case of amnesia. As it turns out, you're married to Sans, but you don't remember that at all. While this is going on, you're closing yourself off from all these "strangers" that are trying to help you and searching for your "sister"... I wonder if the sister even exists. Regardless, the plot is immaculate and the drama is to die for. Also the author, Sneakyfox55, has great taste in music and is a real cool person, so I'm just saying it'd be funny if we all pranked them by being real mean and leaving nice comments 🤷 Read it here.

This one is really long - (The Last of the) Real Ones. I feel like telling you too much upfront would ruin the whole fic, so I'll just give you the slightest explanation that is so vague it won't help, but: AU characters are appearing, and you're sent on a mission to collect them. That's all I'm going to say, but if you're the type who likes the reverse harems, this is for you. I really like this one! The reader-insert really isn't my type of character (plus minus points for it being a female reader), but I'm willing to let it slide because the story is so damn good. Read it here.

Super interesting - A Splash of Purple. Basically, you're a witness to a murder and Swapfell Sans is a cop investigating. I can't say much more, but it's a fun read! Still ongoing. Read it here.

All That Jazz. You're a bartender at a bar Undertale Sans attends. I really like the reader-insert (minus the fact that you're decidedly female). Still ongoing. Read it here.

Then we have Blacked Out, which is about Fellswap Sans. You have a one-night stand with him but apparently, you're also soulmates according to him... Still ongoing and only 2 chapters long so far, but I like it already. Read it here.

This one is currently on hiatus - Daughter of Death. It's not my usual type of story, but I seriously like it a lot. I really can't describe it because I'm not sure how lol, but it's good. Read it here.

This one I also have a hard time explaining, especially since it's not finished (and it might be discontinued? It doesn't say it explicitly but it hasn't been updated in years, so...), but Dead Ringer. This one takes place in the usual Undertale Universe. Warning for themes of domestic abuse and transphobia among other things, but the author put up trigger warnings at the start of each chapter with these themes if I remember correctly and I think you can skip those scenes entirely (but don't quote me on that). Sans acts just a bit OOC but that's fine, it's still a good fic so I won't hold that against it or the author. Read it here.

Got Crabs? is another unfairly funny fic that I would definitely recommend. It's a soulmate AU with Red (Underfell Sans) x reader. Read it here.

Bittybones AU!! If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie is really fun. You move into a "haunted" house, but well, it's actually inhabited by bittybones! Read it here.

This one seems to have been discontinued, but My Neighbour Could Kill Me is a fun read! It's pretty short, but regardless, it's interesting. Just know that you're immortal, and the AU skeletons live by the same street as you. Warning for gore and (temporary) death. Read it here.

Of Spells and Illusions is pretty fun too! You're in college and so are the Undertale characters... It's a pretty slow burn, but just know that it's with the classic UT characters, no AU shenanigans here, and it's got a pretty unique premise as all monsters disguise themselves as human! Read it here.

Nostalgia works off the concept of you coming from the normal Undertale universe before suddenly waking up one day in the Underfell universe. Also you've developed magic. It's only 2 chapters long so far (and was last update last year) so it might be silently discontinued, but it's still good so I recommend it! Read it here.

If any of the links lead to the wrong place or don't work, please tell me! :-) Also, I'll probably upload more fic recs sooner or later because these are far from the only ones I love and I've definitely forgotten a lot of them. ^^ Feel free to drop your own recs in the notes <3

[vex-bittys]

Flufftober 2020: Day Five

Prompt: Celebration

Pairing: Lamia Bitty Kustard

Category: Familial

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Every lamia bitty’s life starts out as a celebration. As the hatchling lamia opens his sockets onto the world for the first time, he is greeted by the proud face of a doting parent, an awestruck adopter’s muted gasp, or Edgar’s welcoming smile. From that point on, a lamia’s life is full of milestones to celebrate from his first practice pounce onto real or imaginary prey to a transition to adulthood where he begins a life of his own.

At the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center, these celebrations are shared by Edgar, the nursery caretaker and the rest of the bitty shop staff. Edgar has his own private collection of mangled plush toys that his ferocious hatchlings have dispatched and presented to him. The owl-skeleton hybrid does tend to tear up and sniffle just a bit when he congratulates his hatchling on their graduation from the nursery to the nesting areas of the shop. It’s hard to see his little hatchlings all grown up.

The next event to celebrate is a lamia’s adoption day. Each lamia waits for that oh-so-perfect owner to enter the shop, notice him, and fall in love. Lamias daydream of what their lives will be like in these new, special homes, and being chosen is, according to the lamia themselves, one of the best feelings in the world. Even their hatching dates pale in comparison to the annual celebration of their adoption day.

The rest of a lamia’s life may contain small celebrations, large celebrations, or no additional celebrations at all. Sometimes a lamia simply craves a life of quiet contentment, like a Corny and a Coral who have found themselves a home together. The pair of lamia roommates thought that their life would be smooth and uneventful until certain feelings began to blossom between them. 

Surely the stages of bonding are something to celebrate once completed?

Especially the final stage of bonding when a Coral and a Corny officially become lifelong mates and their totally-not-crying adopter throws rice on them in some strange human tradition that both bewilders and delights them.

In the days that follow, the two lamias scour the house, searching out a quiet corner for a secluded nesting space. Their adopter helps them set it all up- their own private nursery, hidden away in an unused closet. By the time the nursery preparations are complete, the Coral’s tummy already shows the distinct roundness of eggs.

A few short weeks later, the three true eggs rock and wobble, hairline cracks spider-webbing across their surfaces. The expectant lamia parents lean forward, sockets wide with wonder as the first uncoordinated hatchling flops out of his shell, blinking up at the bright new world. His two brothers follow close behind, emerging from their shells with much more fanfare than finesse.

The adopter watches from a respectful distance as the brand new lamia parents complete the circle of celebration by welcoming their three beautiful new hatchlings into the world.

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DAY FOUR | INDEX | DAY SIX

[justicedreams]

Blue looks surprised, if briefly, before relaxing with a small smile. Okay, they like this semi skeleton. "Is uh, is actually my second time getting used to a change," they admit, sitting down as they look up at him. "I started off as a human... that, was a long time ago." their eyelights sadden, briefly, "I uh, I trusted the wrong person."

"-ended up spending the next hundred or so years in something almost like a plush, but more like something... dead."

"um, this is my second chance," their smile returns, if a bit smaller than before, "I'm bitty sized now! and I get to try being sort of alive again! and... and my mate and I are gonna parents..."

"..."

"I'm gonna be a mommy again. and this time, I get to be there to watch our baby grow up."

His expression softens and he reaches out cupping his hand around their body

“I did too” 

He said softly but not about what as he brushes a thumb against tiny bittybone cheeks 

“Want to know my real name?”

He asked a gentle smile on his face.  

[angelbittyabuse]

Marie's Return, part 2/2

(TW: The infamous chain bitty is mentionned down below.)

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"Pff, you look like one, anyway." She smirked before turning to the next wooden box. "How many are there?" She complained. "Six. Only six." Answered her colleague. Okay. Four left to go. This one read Sugarfloss. Oh. Oh-oh. Maybe having them sent by the post office wasn't the best idea ever. Élodie did a quick check on the box. 'It's written Sugarfloss Bittybones on it, but all you'll find in there is dust.' "Shit." The colleague shrug. "Okay. Three more left, then." Sugarfloss were Papyrus-type bittys. Optimistic and kind, their downside was their fragility. Something as simple as too intense sunlight could blind them forever. Their were allergics to almost everything and clumsy as hell. "They should have written 'fragile' on it." Added the guy before opening the next one. Élodie still felt quite uneasy due to the mass massacre that had occured to the Sugarflosses. She hoped they could order new samples before Angel notices anything. "Awww, you ain't coming, Élo' ?" The monster girl came back to reality. "Which breed it is?" She was curious. "Guess." Answered the other. "Uuuuh...." "It's so cute you could eat them?" Élodie's face lighten. "Caramel!" "Yes!" The girl ran to the newly open box, discovering a puddle of goo in tupperwares. The papyrus-type bittys inside it nearly drown in their own waste. "Oh. Crap. How would we keep them inside the store? I read the goo attracts bugs too..." The last thing they wanted was cockroaches or ants inside the store... The worst case scenario being an unremovable stain in the perfectly white floor. "Fish tank?" Asked the colleague. "We will drain it once in a while." "Hmm." Sang the fell girl. "I hope they like to swim." The Caramel were all excited to be taken out of their tupperwares and- well- to be alive as well. They made grabby hands to the employees who passed their turn. "Next box?" He asked. "Next box!" She answered. It had been okay-ish until now and she was hopeful for what's next. As they were struggling with the lid, Marie came back from the rescue room, empty handed. "Hey, how is it going?" Asked the brown haired human girl. Élodie felt the lid giving up when she answered her bestie. "Perfectly. And you? Had fun?" She paused. "Wait. Where are all the jellybeans?" Did she left them with the pygmys? "The kind chain told me I could leave them to it." Élodie furrowed her brows. "Wait. What?" There wasn't two chains in the store. Actually. There wasn't supposed to be any. She was obviously talking about Angel's pet chain but what was it doing in the store, moreover in the backroom... "Oh no..." Élodie went pale. Chains are cannibalistic lamias. Usually, they only eat other bittys when they think of them as a threat but this chain in particular- and with jellybeans being limbless and thus looking a little like tiny snakes. "We'll have to order more jellybean samples as well." Said Élodie dryly to her coworker. "Also we're out of pygmys." While Élodie was handling the problem in the backroom, Marie was left with said coworker. He finally took the lid away, revealing... "Are they sick??" Cried Marie, rushing to the three lollys, lusty Sans-type bittys having a threesome in their steel cages and definitely not interrupting it just because the box had been opened. "I-" The guy had a quick glance to Marie. She was obviously a young adult. Old enough to be explained such things. "My boss' looking forward to them. Could really be helpful in the breeding mill. They are... always in heat kinda bittys?" Marie turned pale, raising her hand as she tried to pet the closer one through the bars. The reaction was immediate and she ended up with ecto-flesh all around her index finger. "I- I think it likes me??" Tryed to compromise Marie but she jerked her hand off as soon as she could, only for the lolly to sing out a moan of pleasure. "Well. Crap. Was it your first time?" Joked the guy. Marie did not answered but smelled her hand with a funny face.

Okay. Last one. They were already done. Being such a gentleman, the guy waited for the lamia expert to come back before ruining the suspense.

The previous incident had been forgotten as soon as Élodie understood what they were opening. "New lamia breed!!" The fell girl actually jumped once or twice on her feet, even doing a little happy dance. She turned to her bestie. "First time I'm seeing this breed! And they were rare as hell some days ago! I can't believe we have access to-" She turned to the box with a huge and wide smile. Her colleague wasn't holding back his laugh, seeing her that excited. Marie didn't really understood what was playing on but she joined in and exulted to the idea of petting new lamia friends. "No touching." Élodie warned as the lid fall to the ground with a thump sound, revealing five young Bubblegum bittys. They had been sleeping the whole way here and opened tired eyes to their surrounding, their adorable, sweet face, matching the oh so glittery pink scales. To Élodie, it reminded her a little of those pony toys she had as a child, the ones hollow with glitters inside. Or maybe those glue sticks with glitters inside. Or even this vampire from the movie with glitters on him---- anything with glitters, really. "Aaaaaah." Cooed Marie. "They are so pretty." The little snakes let away a small yawn, showing two cute little fangs. "Are they venomous?" "The flyer didn't say they are." Reassured Élodie, still fangirling and overdosing on the adorableness. Would be amazing to see them everyday in their pen. "Wait. How do you give them Soultime?" Realized her colleague. Élodie's orbits opened wide. "I- I don't know. Not without touching them- I..." Here was the glitch. Little sneks could not be touched or else, they'll imprint on the person's skin. Once imprinting, it's over. You cannot put them away. They're stuck on you or else they'll cry their non-existent lungs out to the point of turning you deaf. So yeah. For the Soultime part... "Guess we just have to sell them real quick." They were also supposed to be quite the chatters. Thinking of it... Those were probably drugged on for the whole way here to be still so quiet. Well. Not like it mattered, back to work it is! It was time to put them in one of the sneks drawers she had in one of the rooms. Handling the first one with a hook, the little cutie holding it with both of its hands, she started to move it. Out of the box- okay. Now a few steps. Still okay. The cutie was looking at its surrounding. Still okay. Marie was walking next to her and next to the cutie, cooing. Still okay. The cutie was having a mishievous smile while looking downright at Marie. Not okay. It let go of the hook and started falling on the dangerously-high-for-a-bitty ground. Not okay at all. Élodie panicked and grabbed the lamia BEFORE Marie reached for it, thus saving her friend but condamning herself. Fuck. "I wanted to be the hero!" Pouted Marie as Élodie was frozen with fear, her face becoming more and more livid while the bubblegum lamia slowly turned its face to its new '''''owner''''', a wiiiiiide grin on its small shitty face. It took a huge breath then. Started. "I'msohappywebondedandmyownerlovessnakesweweremeanttobewhatareyounamingmeohandwhat'syournameactuallyitdoesn'tmatterI'mgonnacallyoumamaitsuitsyousomuchbettersomamawhatdoyiudoforfuncauseIlovehavingfunandwewillplayalldaylongnowandalsoI'mhungrynowtheygaveusweirdpillsthatmakeushungryafterandwe'veseensuchprettyandweirdcolorafterwe'vetakenthepillsandtheydancedtoodoyoulovetodance,Ilovetodance,look!!" As the bitty started dancing and Marie started clapping in her hands to encourage the artsy bitty, Élodie felt her life crumble.

"It's fucked." Her coworked had lay his hand on Élodie's shoulder. "Nobody is leaving you in this kind of shit. We'll tell Angel it dusted during the trip. Just kill it." Élodie shivered. "I- I'm not wasting a brand new bittybone..." She stuttered. "You can't have any bitty at home anyway. And you sure aren't upsetting your landlord for this... thing." The monster girl considered the idea. Dipping the bitty in the acid was the way to go but this dancing one was now holding so tight around her arm that it hurted. She would have to surrender her arm to be released.

"We have a hammer in the toolbox."

He said. "It'd be quick. Won't feel anything and you'd keep your arm." "What a waste..." Sighed Élodie as they were going to the toolbox, followed by Marie who did not understand a thing, as amazed as she was by the chatting Bubblegum bitty who would not be so happy if it had listened even a little to what had been said. They were now holding tight the bitty's upper torso on the table, its tail still dangerously and tightly curled on Élodie's arm and the hammer was right over its head when Marie finally realized. "YOU MONSTERS !!" She then snapped the Bubblegum from Élodie's arm and it was fair to say it hurted a little- "Nothing racist of course. I'm not racist." Marie defended in an angry tone, remembering that, indeed, at least one of them was a monster. "But how could you-" It just took that amount of time for the Bubblegum bitty to start to wail. The noise was... Intense. To say the least. Marie was sushing and reassuring all she could the crying atrocity. Her voice could not be heard over that but she exploded. "How! How could you do that to HIM, look how upset he is!!" She was now freely cuddling it as the bitty flailed, trying its best to reach back to Élodie. The monster girl looked at her colleague, at loss for what to do. "Since you were planning to kill him, he's mine, now! I saved him!" Élodie tried to talk her friend back to reason since the imprint was already done and there was no way this bitty would accept a new owner but- with that noise- and with how upset Marie was... Élodie and her colleague just ended up staring at the leaving guest, holding tightly her flailing new lamia. ... "Wow. Your home is actually more quiet than I expected." Said Élodie with an uneasy smile. It had been a few months since her best friend talked to her, so the invitation had been more than welcomed. "I-... No. Nothing." Bittys were now a sensitive subject between them. Élodie just spent their evening chatting and laughing and everything was great until Marie had to leave for a little time in the bathroom. Élodie was left alone with her thought in the silent living room, scrolling absentely on her phone until a knocking sound was heard. "Bump." Okay. What was that shit. "Bump. Bump." Élodie stood up and went for the noise. It was coming from what looked like a big jewel box which was sitting on a shelf. Muffling sounds soon to be heard as she got closer. Her open hand reached to the box in curiosity and she almost opened it but- Yeah. She didn't want to know what or who was inside.

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[cafe-sugar-skull]

.:~Phone Case WIP~:.   ......And Fanfic news!

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Update on my Day of the Dead phone case I’ve been working on.  It had been going great, but now I’m stumped.  I’m... not entirely sure what to do about the background.  My original idea was to have two taller candles behind the blaster but it didn’t really look right.  I’m going to have to do some real thinking on this and may even scrap my current composition for something else.  My little sugar blaster will still be used of course, but the flower and candle arrangement could end up being something completely different.  Either way, I think I’m going to take a break on this... =A=

Which is actually a good thing.

Because after talking to a very nice, random tumblr person and getting a friend to do some beta reading, I finally feel confident enough to post my first fanfic!  I’m actually kinda excited about it, but here in lies the problem.

I’m an artist.

Therefore I’m compelled to draw PICTURESSSS uuuugh...

Just of the characters though.  I want people to know what my little bitty babies look like because they’re adorbs.

Yes, bitties.  It’s going to be a Bittybones fic.  I’m completely enamoured with anything involving tiny people so this AU is no exception.  Especially with how versatile it is!  The stories can be as cute as fuck or full of the darkest shit and everything in between.  It’s great!  But I digress.

When I get done with their pictures I’ll post it along with the first chapter!  Shouldn’t take TOO long but we’ll see.  I hope you’ll enjoy what I have to offer. :D

[franstastic-ideas]

Bitty Blues

Bittybones AU, Underswap Frisk and Chara - Fresh out of college, Chara drags Frisk to an adoption center in hopes that her lonely friend will take to one of the bitties there, but only after Chara promises to buy Frisk lunch for her troubles. After looking through the center for a while, they encounter a Blueberry, a rescue with abandonment issues that develops a near instant attraction to Frisk. His HP is unusually and dreadfully low for a Blueberry, so much so that the staff worry that one more heartbreak may reduce him to dust.

Word Count: 19,834

Warnings: This story does feature a rescue bitty, so there are some narrative elements that may be upsetting to readers. Another rescue bitty has a malnourished and mangled appearance and is described as such.

It seemed like everyone around her had become enraptured with bitties. No matter where she looked, she would see happy people with happy little monsters riding on someone's shoulders, resting in the pockets of shirts, or peeking curiously out of an open bag. They were everywhere.

And if Frisk were to be honest, she didn't get it.

Frisk didn't resent the little creatures, not at all. But she didn't understand the appeal, either. Squealing over the tiny clothes they wore, watching them nibble on the bite-sized food they ate, the social media accounts one would come across at each corner of the internet filled to the brim with snapshots capturing the bitty's every action… it was all lost on her. And the disappointed or sympathetic looks she more than often received when she didn't begin cooing whenever one was shoved in her face was something Frisk couldn't totally wrap her head around either.

Frisk didn't hate bitties. She didn't even remotely dislike them.

She just didn't want one.

A loner is what most called her. She was always alone, nose shoved in a book or looking at a screen instead of talking to the people around her. Soft-spoken and only speaks when spoken to, that was Frisk. These traits made people believe she was either shy or had an attitude that needed fixing, but the truth was, interacting with others was just too much for her to deal with.

Frisk liked being alone. Why was that so difficult to comprehend?

She doesn't ever wonder what having lots of friends is like… not at all. She pitied these lonely humans with their bitties, if she felt anything towards them at all.

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Frisk had just finished up her final class of her last semester of college; she was free from the institution of education and walking out of the building with a bachelor's. From this point onward, she could no longer be called a 'college kid' and was officially considered a responsible adult ready to join the workforce – fun.

Interrupting this thought was the abrupt and blurred image of a shoulder bag whizzing past her vision, knocking the book she was reading out of her hands as the heavy bag fell into her lap, and a wild red-headed girl wearing a green striped sweater scrambling for the spot next to her on the bench she was sitting on.

Chara.

"Frisk, what is UP my depressed homeslice?!" She hollered, throwing an arm around Frisk's waist and yanking her to her side.

Though Frisk found it difficult to believe herself at times, this woman was one of the few constants in her life. She was three years younger, but she was taller and stronger than her. Frisk has known her for a long time now, since childhood even. Could she call her a friend? Perhaps. She considered herself Frisk's friend, and she wasn't shy about telling anyone either. Depending on the day and her current moodset, sometimes this sentiment was shared.

Truthfully, she was more like a sister to Frisk. A sister she never really asked for, but appreciated nonetheless. And that was what she called Frisk – her sister. Whenever Chara introduced her to some decidedly uninterested third party, she always referred to her as her friend and then sister, switching from one to the other, before ultimately settling for the tacked on term 'sister-friend'.

"Waiting for the bus." Frisk replied blandly, already far too accustomed to her odd greetings by now. She shuffled uncomfortably, gesturing to the bag that was now in her lap. "Chara, what is in this? It has to weigh twenty pounds, minimum."

"Oh, that. Yeah." She nodded sagely, lifting it from her lap as if it were full of feathers instead of whatever was actually in there. "It's my bitty bag. I went shopping for more supplies earlier, so it's a little heavier than it usually is."

"And knowing this, you decided to dump it on me?" She inquired, already knowing the answer as she bent over to retrieve her fallen book.

"Pretty much, yeah." Chara grinned, not the least bit sorry for knocking the wind out of her with it.

Frisk then took a glance at her shoulder; it was missing a certain pocket-sized skeleton monster that was always perched there. That bitty was almost all she ever talked about these days, ever since she adopted him last September on her birthday. Taking the bothersome bitty home was how she chose to celebrate her day of birth, the best present she ever received from herself is what she called him.

She had become a bitty enthusiast practically since the moment she first learned of their existence, spending most of her spare time volunteering at the local center that housed the creatures, and became even more immersed after the official announcement came that the miniature monsters were to become adoptable to anyone who could provide them a loving home, and Chara had a lot of love to give.

So it really astonished Frisk when she stepped out of the center in possession of a bitty who couldn't have been more contrasting to her personality. Frisk was unabashedly uneducated when it came to matters concerning bitties, but she was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had selected the meanest, most ornery one in existence with one of the illest tempers she had ever seen out of anyone; man or monster. He was loud, commandeering, and had a jealousy streak that stretched a mile wide.

Noticing her lingering gaze, Chara then supplied the other girl with an answer to her unspoken question. "You're wondering where Bossanova is? He's in trouble. He bit a guy yesterday while we were out on a walk, so he's earned himself a nice long time out at home so he can think about what he did."

She wanted to tell Chara that probably wasn't the wisest decision she could have made. Frisk wouldn't be surprised at all if she came home to find her room in shambles from one of that bitty's tantrums.

Frisk definitely didn't get the bitty craze, and Chara's own affections for Bossanova might have cemented her already developed opinions on the phenomenon even further. What on Earth did she see as endearing in a creature about the size of a soda bottle that would bite any man that got within ten feet of her?

"Sooooo…" She began, leaning her head on top of Frisk's, the scattered and plentiful faux golden flower ornaments fastened in her hair dangling in front of her friend's face and brushing up against her nose. "You're all done with college now, right? You know what that means? We should celebrate!"

Oh no. With the word 'celebrate', Frisk already knew where this was going. That's why her bag was so heavy! She wasn't buying supplies for herself, no, as if she would ever let Bossanova run that low on bittycare products. This woman was absolutely determined to set her up with some manner of bitty by the day's end, that was her plan from the very beginning!

"No." Frisk answered before she could go any further with her idea.

"You didn't even let me finish!" She whined loudly.

"Because I already know what you're about to suggest and the answer is 'no', we've been through this. I don't want a pet bitty."

"Bitties aren't pets, Frisk. They're sapient beings with their own individual thoughts and personalities. Pets also can't have verbal conversations with their owners, either. …Unless it's a parrot, but still, you know what I mean."

"They're kept behind glass pens and they still cost money, I know that much."

"I know the whole keeping them in pens thing makes them sound animalistic, but they're not. They're nice and clean, and they don't look like pens at all really, at least not the kind that you would see in an actual pet store. And the reason why they cost money is mostly just a system instated to ensure that the chosen bitty will go to a home that can financially provide for them, and the centers can't run themselves on just donations, Frisk. They're. Not. Pets."

"Even so, I still don't want one."

"Come ON, Frisk! Just give the idea some thought instead of shooting it down like a fully loaded fighter jet every time!" Chara booped her nose, then moved to squish her cheek against Frisk's. Frisk was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "You always look so sad and lonely. Even when we were kids, you had that kind of gray funk around you. Don't even try to deny it, you know it's true."

Chara pressed her index finger against Frisk's lips when she opened her mouth to protest further. If Frisk had less dignity, she would have considered biting her. That's what Chara would probably do if it was her finger, and she should be used to it with all the time she spends around Bossanova anyway.

Instead of bringing herself down to the level of Chara or a rabid bitty, Frisk instead grabbed her hand, not forcefully though, and slowly pushed it back towards her.

"Please stop, this is getting weird."

"It got your attention, though. Didn't it?" She smiled at her with false innocence. "Please, Frisk? I know you think I'm being pushy, but I really am just thinking of your best interests. You've always had such a hard time talking to people, but monsters, they're different, I'm telling you. It's hard to explain, but it's like… they see the real you in a way that most humans just can't and won't make the effort to try to do. The people we come across think you're all sour and prickly and, well, a wet blanket. And so do I, sometimes."

"Gee, thanks."

"And you are all of those things, but only on the outside." Chara continued, completely ignoring her sarcastic remark. "The real Frisk is a soft squishy marshmallow that wears a full-body suit made of cactus so all the meanness in the world doesn't wear her down. Any time somebody gets too close, they get full of needles. Except for me, of course! I've known you long enough to see through all your self-defense mechanisms that are really more self-destructive mechanisms at this point."

"…Chara, what exactly is your point?" Frisk asked after a beat, not willing to admit that a lot of what she just said, while incredibly bizarre, was also terribly accurate.

"My point is that I've kept you all to myself for all these years, but now the time's come to share you with someone that'll actually appreciate you for who you are." She declared with confidence as she puffed out her chest, one hand on her hip and the other reaching up to pat Frisk on the head.

"And this someone… is a bitty."

It wasn't a question.

"Yup!" Chara bobbed her head.

"No."

"Yes!" She argued, standing up to tower over Frisk while pointing a finger at her nose, pressing and poking it. "Listen, I get that you think Bossanova is a handful, and he is. He's a little monster in every literal and figurative sense imaginable, but there are a lots of different kinds and classifications of bitties! There's Sansies and Ruses and Blueberries and…and…! Look, I have a theory that there's a bitty out there for everyone! Every decent person, that is. And you're a decent person, even if you don't think so yourself. So we're going to get on that bus, go to that adoption center, and we're going to find you the bitty that you're destined to fall in love with! Have I made myself clear?!"

"Chara-"

"H a v e  I  m a d e  m y s e l f  c l e a r...?"

"…"

Frisk avoided her intense gaze, looking anywhere else but her for the longest time.

Chara plopped back down next to her with a loud sigh, giving Frisk's hand that was closest to her a little tap. When she didn't respond, Chara wiggled her own hand into her's and gave it a squeeze.

"How about this: we just take a look around and see how that goes? And if you really don't want to, you don't have to play or interact with any of them. Just look around, that's it. You've never even been inside before, so at least check the place out before rejecting the idea of adopting entirely. And if you still insist afterward that you don't want anything to do with adopting a bitty, I'll never bring it up to you ever again, promise."

"…"

Frisk bit your lip. The offer was tempting. She wouldn't even have to do anything; just humor Chara for the afternoon and she'd leave the issue alone forever. And she could agree with her on one thing; she hadn't ever seen the interior of an adoption center, so just walking around inside didn't sound like too bad of a time. Like a petting zoo featuring micro skeleton monsters. But still…

"…I'll buy you dinner after?"

"Okay."

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Chara was practically vibrating in her seat. She chattered animatedly about the different kinds of bitties the center had available while her friend halfway listened to her ramblings. With how excited she was, it almost made Frisk feel guilty over the very large likelihood of coming out of the building holding the same opinion on adopting as she did before.

Admittedly, she had, on occasion, wondered what it would be like to have one of the pygmy skeletons in her company, but only after a while of seeing Chara together with Bossanova. She had always been a happy person, but after he entered her life, her joy had increased threefold. Then Frisk began to look around her and see other people happy in the company of their bitties, and the bitties happy and enjoying their company just as much.

Seeing this never-ending circle of happiness unfold around her, it made Frisk want to experience a little bit of that happiness for herself…

But her awkwardness around others was bound to extend to bitties as well. She tried to make conversation, but her attempts always fell flat. It seemed as though she always said the wrong thing, she cared too little or too much about a subject matter, she came off as too clingy one moment and too aloof the next. Relationships of any kind were far too difficult for her to deal with, she surmised.

It was just so much easier to push everyone away. But Chara, she had to be different. She was the only one that pushed back. And she kept pushing until she landed in Frisk's good graces, earned her trust. For years now, Chara's been her only friend, and Frisk was content with that.

But after all that talk of having her to herself for years and it being time to share her with somebody else, Frisk couldn't help but wonder…

Was Chara's relentless endeavoring to convince her of adopting a bitty Chara's way of getting some breathing room? Was their friendship actually smothering her now and she's simply too kind to admit it?

"We're here!" She nearly squealed in Frisk's ear before grabbing her arm, dragging her off the bus and away from her internal monologue. Chara then commenced shoving her towards the adoption center's front doors.

It looked small from the outside, but Frisk knew from Chara's numerous recountings of her previous trips here that there was much, much more space on the inside. It would have to be a big place if it held at least half of all the different varieties of bitties she remembered Chara telling her about in the past half hour, and she hadn't even been listening to most of her rantings during that time, so Frisk was certain she hadn't picked up the names of every one she mentioned.

The bell at the top of the door jingled when it was opened, alerting the keeper of the establishment, the mama, as she recalled Chara explaining. Apparently being the mama didn't require being female, because a very much male arachnid monster wearing a crisp white pocketed apron hurried over to greet them.

"Hi, Chara! I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon. Weren't you here just earlier today?" He then noticed Frisk and sent a toothy smile her way. "My name is Webber. You must be Frisk, right? Chara talks about you all the time whenever she stops by. You were a very cute baby!"

At Webber's sugary-sweet giggle, she slowly turned her head towards Chara in a manner that must have looked like a real-life reenactment of the iconic scene from The Exorcist, who only gave her a goofy face in response to an action that would have greatly disturbed literally anyone else.

"You showed the employees here my baby pictures…?" Frisk hissed between her teeth.

"Yeah." She replied, gleefully pulling out her wallet from her back pocket and unfolding it to pluck out one of the photographs. "He's right, though. You were a really cute baby!"

"Why do you even carry that around with you?!"

"Because you're my sister and I love you."

"…I love you too." Frisk mumbled in defeat, figuring there was no use in getting mad at her over it now; what's done is done.

"So, are you here to browse, or…?" Webber decided to steer the conversation towards something more on topic, his hands clasped and a hopeful sparkle in his eyes - his very many eyes.

Frisk nervously toyed with the collar of her shirt. "I'm actually just here to look-"

"She's kind of on the fence about it!" Chara butted in. "We're going to look around and see if there's any bitty she takes a shine to. I'm sure there's got to be one that she's bound to love with all the different types here."

"We do have a very large selection available, my hands can definitely attest to that! Always busy!" Webber grinned, waving his six hands at her. "It's actually a lot easier to just list the types that aren't here. Even so, I think a bitty of every kind that we know about has been in this building at least once."

Frisk had a feeling she was going to be here for a while, if Chara has her way. She'll most likely insist that they view each and every classification of bitty kept here before allowing her to leave the adoption center's grounds.

"…Hey, Chara? Where's Bossanova?" The spider monster asked as he pointed to her shoulder, now noticing the small skeleton's absence. "He wasn't with you the first time you were here today either…"

"He's been grounded." She answered with a huff. "He bit a guy yesterday while we were out on a walk, so now he's in trouble."

"Oh dear… You do know he only does that because he sees you as his partner and he's upset over what he perceives as competition, right?"

"Yeah, I know. It's flattering sometimes, but really, the poor guy was just asking for directions. It's not like he was flirting with me or anything, even though I am irresistable."

"Oh my stars, Chara…" Frisk thought with an internal eyeroll.

Even though Frisk knew Chara was just joking, well, mostly, she was also right. Chara herself flirted playfully, but she was ironically incredibly dense when it came to others flirting with her. She couldn't differentiate between a serious or teasing atmosphere, so she opted to believe that the latter was always the case, frustrating those that had their eyes on her immensely.

Chara was beautiful and kind, everything that Frisk wasn't. It was obvious to Frisk why she would have a drove of admirers. Of course, since Bossanova's adoption, he did an exceptional job of keeping said admirers at bay despite his small size. At least she could trust in him that he would keep any and all creeps away from her precious sister.

As the discussion over Bossanova stretched on with no conclusion in close sight, Frisk decided to wander away from the two for the time being and check out the center's interior for herself. She soon found herself in a room that was somewhat small for a group composed of a few people, but immensely spacious for a pack of bitties. The walls were painted with soft colors, pastels, and on them were images of stars, fluffy clouds, and other things like what one would expect to find in a nursery. Was this where they kept the children bitties?

If she was ever coerced into adopting a bitty, it wasn't going to be a child. She had little patience for small children, but she supposed there wasn't any harm to be found in looking around.

Frisk quietly tip-toed further into the room towards the nearest pen housing a solitary bitty, all by its lonesome. Leaning closer to examine the monster, it was rather… big for a bitty. It was larger and bulkier than most of the bitties she had seen before, about the size of a teddy bear. She was beginning to have doubts about this one being a baby.

A blanket was thrown over its body and its head was shoved under a pillow, its form almost entirely concealed to her. The bitty's fidgeting was near constant in its slumber, when suddenly, it froze. It remained still as a statue for several long moments. The seconds dragged on, and when those seconds reached minutes was when she wondered if the poor thing had accidentally smothered itself with that pillow in its sleep.

Could skeleton monsters even die of asphyxiation?

Before she could grow too concerned, however, it moved again. The bitty tore off the blanket covering its body and threw the pillow to the side, revealing its full appearance to her – a stocky skeleton monster with a huge, glaring red eye, an unsettlingly wide, toothy grin, and a gaping hole in its head.

"Nope, definitely not a baby!" Frisk thought with growing horror as she jumped away from the pen with a yelp.

This wasn't in any way a nursery, she realized too late. If she had payed attention at all to Chara on the bus ride here, she would have known. This adoption center didn't have children bitties in their care, so they wouldn't need a nursery – this was the room for rescues.

The disfigured bitty didn't seem bothered by Frisk's reaction in the slightest, rising up on its two feet to make its way over to her. There was a thick layer of glass separating the two, but that did little to comfort her in this situation. The monster's glowing eye was trained on Frisk, focused and unwavering as it stepped closer. The bitty didn't stop until it reached the wall of its pen, fully pressing itself up against the glass.

"hhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….." The bitty drawled in a deep gutteral tone, smiling at her with a nauseating grin.

There was something clinging to the corners of its mouth; it was either pillow stuffing or he was foaming at the mouth. Frisk slowly backed away from the pen with hands raised in a defensive position, continuing to do so even as the bitty's hands made frantic clawing and grabbing motions at her. On her way out, she bumped into something, whirled around, and let out a scream she didn't even know she had been holding.

"Sorry! Sorry!" It was just Webber. "I didn't mean to scare you! That's, uh, that's Chopper over there. …I can see you two have already met." He winced, taking in the expression on her face, which must have been ghastly.

Chara poked her head in swiftly after. "Did you find Frisk, Webber?"

All Frisk could do was weakly point a trembling finger towards Chopper before rushing forward and throwing her arms around Chara's neck as she tried not to start bawling. Chara wrapped her own around Frisk and began patting the other girl's back and smoothing her hair.

"I know how you feel, Frisk. The first time in the rescue room is always the toughest. I wish you hadn't seen this, not today and not like this."

That sweet little domestic image Frisk held of all the bitties living blissfully alongside their owners had just been shattered – how could someone do this to a bitty?

"…What kind of bitty is he?" Chara inquired curiously after a few minutes of her and Webber making a team effort to calm Frisk down. "He looks like a Sansy, but…"

"That's because he was a Sansy…" Webber began to explain, wringing his apron nervously with his two lowermost hands. "Sometimes certain classifications of bitties come to be when certain conditions are met. In his case, he was a Sansy that became an Axe type bitty due to near starvation and receiving a severe blow to the head. It was a miracle that he survived at all."

"The person that did this to him needs to be dragged out into the streets and shot." Chara immediately replied, perhaps a bit too cheerfully.

Frisk and Webber gazed at her, gobsmacked, along with some of the other bitties in the room. Her remark was so sudden, not to mention disturbing, even Chopper ceased rubbing his face against the glass of his pen to peer at her quizzically with widened eyesockets.

"Er, um, I think you've seen enough of the rescue room today, right, Frisk?" Webber stuttered, looking at anywhere else but Chara at the moment. He then crouched down in front of the now identified Axe bitty and spoke to him in a gentle, encouraging tone, "Say goodbye to Frisk, Chopper."

"b-bye-b-b-bbyyyeeeee…" He managed to choke out, his vocalization almost sounding like a sob.

Frisk whispered a barely audible 'bye' in return before following Webber and Chara out of the room.

She missed the tearful look in Chopper's eyes as he watched her go, his phalanges still making small frantic grabbing motions against the glass wall of his pen at her retreating figure.

~~~~~~~~~~

"…That was horrible." Frisk whispered, every bone in her body quaking.

"I'm so sorry… I usually lock that door. And the one time I don't, somebody new here finds themselves in there, of all places..." Webber wasn't certain whether it would be alright to touch her or not, so his hands hovered about unsurely.

"No, I shouldn't have wandered off in the first place. …I'll be fine. Maybe seeing some happy and healthy bitties would help…?" She offered, anything to get her mind off of the manifestation of humanity's depraved cruelty that was present in that room.

"You still want to?" Chara asked, to which Frisk gave a wordless nod in return. "Alright, but if you need to just let it all out, let me know, okay?" She turned to the arachnid monster. "I can take things from here Webber. I'll show Frisk around the adoption center. I know this place better than the back of my hand!"

"Okay, but if you need me at all, give me a shout or a poke and I'll be there." He called, still concerned as he rushed off to carry out his other duties as the mama of the establishment.

"How about we go see the Sansies, huh?" Chara suggested as she unceremoniously shoved Frisk in the direction of the Sansy pen.

The bitties in this pen were much shorter than Chopper, about the height of your average can of soda, but they had the same thick-boned structure. However, a layer of chub was visible on their stomachs that was absent on the Axe bitty she had encountered. These Sansies seemed to be healthy, that much Frisk could take comfort in.

They seemed content behind the glass of their enclosure as well. Among their utilities was a kiddie pool where one of them was dozing off in a doughnut floatie and another was reclining in a miniature folding chair while appearing to be pretending to sunbathe. The others were either lounging about in various positions, napping outright, or speaking to each other in deep, soft mumbles. They weren't very active bitties, were they?

"A Sansy might be a good match for you, Frisk." Chara spoke, causing some of the little skeletons to turn your way. "They're lazy and round, and they're supposed to be low maintenance. Then again, all bitties are different, even if they are the same type. You might adopt one and end up with a spoiled little prince of a Sansy."

"…Do they bite?" She questioned.

"Only if you deserve it." Chara gave her another encouraging push forward. "Sansies are one of the mildest mannered bitties there is. I can count all the cases I've heard of one biting somebody on one hand."

"yeah, i don't bite, kid." One of the bitties assured as he sauntered towards them, a relaxed grin on his face as he craned his neck up to look at Frisk, topping off his statement with a wink.

The Sansy held both hands behind his back and bounced from one foot to the other, him staring up at her and her staring back. After a long moment of silence, his grin began to slip just a little around the corners as he gazed at her expectantly.

"…I think he wants you to pick him up." Chara whispered not so discreetly in Frisk's ear.

"Is that allowed?" She asked incredulously.

"Uh, yeah, it is." Chara snorted as if her inquiry was a completely ridiculous thing to wonder about.

Frisk stole a glance at the Sansy, who was still patiently waiting for the girl to reach down and take him in her hands.

"Go on, I know you wanna poke his belly." Chara repeatedly elbowed her with a grin.

She did, in fact, kind of want to poke his belly, but wouldn't that be kind of rude? But more importantly, it seemed Frisk was the only one out of the three of them present that acknowledged how much could go wrong with this scenario. What if she accidentally dropped him? What if he landed on his head? What if his impact with the floor resulted in the shattering of his skull? He might turn into an Axe variant, just like the one in the rescue room, and all because she hadn't been careful enough with him.

Why was she the only one that seemed to be seriously considering that very real possibility? Did these bitties have any sense of self-preservation in them? Were they really that trusting towards complete strangers to not hurt them?

"…What if I drop him?" Frisk unintentionally voiced her fear aloud.

"You won't drop him." Chara held back a laugh, trying to take her concern seriously but failing – to her, it would be impossible for Frisk to hurt a bitty even by accident with how cautious she was around them.

"hey, look at me for a sec, pal." The Sansy grinned up at her. "you're not gonna hurt me. not even the littlest bitty. everything's going tibia ok."

"…Was that a pun?"

"Sansies love concocting horrible puns. It's their specialty." Chara chimed in. "That's why they're so popular. They've got that jokey demeanor that's somehow also uplifting and reassuring, or that's what I've heard. I didn't adopt a Sansy, so I can't speak from experience."

They were both looking at Frisk anticipatingly now – she was promised that she wouldn't have to interact with any of the bitties if she didn't wish it, and Chara wouldn't force her to if she put her foot down about it, but seeing that Sansy looking up at her with just the tiniest spark of hope in his eyelights made Frisk want to muster up the determination to try.

Gingerly, she bent her upper body over the top of the pen and lowered her hand until it was beside him. He smiled, the wide grin he had been wearing appearing more genuine somehow as he toddled over to the outstretched palm. Rather than climb right into the awaiting hand, he took a moment to gently rub his bony cheek against the tips of her fingers, causing Frisk's hand to twitch and skin to tingle at the contact.

Chara was practically vibrating in place like a bottle of soda about to burst as she watched the interactions between her and the bitty unfold. Frisk could tell she was doing her best not to let out a squeal of delight.

Frisk stared down at the bitty sadly; she couldn't help it. These poor little skeleton monsters with their fragile bones were entirely at the mercy of anyone that walked out with one. Did they know that? Were they even aware of the fact that any of them could end up as one of those Axe variants if they were unfortunate enough to be taken home by a person with enough violence and apathy in them? Maybe it was better for them to stay behind the safety of the walls of their pen instead of risking them being handed out to humans with evil intentions.

A brief and horrifying image of this kind little Sansy that had taken the time and effort to speak with her morphing into an exact replica of Chopper flashed in Frisk's mind before she could stop it.

Just as the Sansy was about to take a seat on her palm, she jerked her hand out of the pen, resulting in him falling backwards and onto his rear. He whipped his head up at Frisk with widened eyesockets and that seemingly permanent grin he wore wiped off, looking for some sort of explanation for her sudden change of heart.

"…I've changed my mind. I don't need to be touching or poking around at anybody here. It's just too much excitement for a first-timer like me."

"…'s alright. i get it. no pressure." The bitty shrugged, trying not to look dejected for her sake as he stood up to rub at his sore tailbone.

She realized then that he had just passed up the opportunity to make another bad pun by correcting you with 'don't you mean any bitty here?'. Her rejection had actually stung so much that he had lost any and all desire to make a joke, something his entire classification of bitty was supposed to enjoy doing and were renown for.

It's all she knew how to do, it seemed – hurt people in some shape or form.

"Chara and I are going to check out the rest of the center, so…" She trailed off awkwardly.

"'k. have fun…" The Sansy replied in a dull tone, shoulders sagged and posture slumped as his dimmed eyelights watched her go.

"Frisk, what was that about?" Chara interrogated once Frisk had speed walked far enough from the Sansy pen.

"I don't know how to explain it, but…" She grimaced, looking her in the eyes. "One moment I was okay with the idea of holding him and then the next, he suddenly looked just like that Axe…"

"What happened in there must have really shook you, Frisk." She sighed, though understanding and sympathetic towards her apprehension. She pointed to the pen behind them with a growing smile. "We're close to the Papy pen, so why don't we look at them? They're sure to raise your spirits."

She didn't know what a Papy was, but if they were ghost monsters of some sort, Frisk was smacking her for that pun.

They weren't, though, so Chara had avoided the consequences of telling a terrible pun. They were skeleton monsters like the Sansies were, and every other bitty she had encountered thus far, but looked radically different. While Sansies were short and stout, these Papys were tall and slender. They looked similar to Bossanova, but just an inch or two shorter and lacked all the features that made Chara's bitty companion appear unfriendly and intimidating.

"HELLO, HUMAN!" One eagerly bounced towards the two with a friendly wave. "MY NAME IS RONDO, WHAT'S YOURS?"

Bossanova? Rondo?

Whoever it was responsible for naming these bitties seemed to have a penchant for music.

"Frisk." She answered flatly, trying not to let her already less than stellar interactions with the hostile Bossanova taint her impression of this entirely unrelated bitty.

"FRISK, THAT'S A NICE NAME!" Rondo beamed at her, then gestured dramatically to the space around him. "HUMAN FRISK, WOULD YOU LIKE TO STEP INSIDE?"

"No thanks. I'm just here to look today, that's all."

Frisk swore her heart panged when she caught the shunned expression that crossed his face for all of a split-second before instantly returning to that smile that was so bright one was almost forced to squint.

"VERY WELL, THEN. I RESPECT YOUR DECISION, HUMAN. MY GREATNESS IS VERY INTIMIDATING, I'M SURE." He placed a gloved hand over his chest, a dramatic wind that came from nowhere causing the scarf tied around his neck to flutter in the nonexistant breeze. "SHOULD YOU HAVE A CHANGE OF HEART, HOWEVER, I, THE GREAT RONDO, WILL BE HERE!"

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." She nodded in his direction before stepping over towards the next pen.

Oh dear.

Chara gave a gasp of joy at the bitties in what was a new sight to Frisk but a very familiar and nostalgic one for her. Inside was another pack of skeleton monsters, tall and slender like the Papys, but the sharp features they possessed were also extremely recognizable to Frisk due to the time spent around Chara's bitty. Sharp teeth, red eyelights, dark clothing – they were all near exact copies of Bossanova.

"And these handsome little devils are the Edges!" This time, Chara did squeal. "Ah, seeing them makes me miss my Bossanova so much… Why did he have to be a jealous jerk and bite that guy and make me ground him?"

Pushing Chara's prattling out of her mind, Frisk considered moving along to the next pen, as she knew without a single lingering doubt that she wasn't adopting another Bossanova, or Edge, as they were called, but one of the bitties flagged her down before Frisk could get too far.

"HUMAN!" The miniature skeleton wearing the finely tailored black suit and crimson cravat shouted, strutting up to the glass between the two of them with all the confidence of a peacock. He placed one hand over his puffed out chest and scrutinized her condescendingly. "WHEREVER COULD YOU BE RUNNING OFF TO SO QUICKLY? COULD IT BE YOU HAVE BEEN INTIMIDATED BY THE TERRIBLE EDGEWORTH?"

"He has the same name as that character from the game about the lawyers you like so much!" Chara pointed out with apparent glee. "Look at the wittle snappy suit he's wearing; he looks like he could be a lawyer!"

"I AM THE TERRIBLE EDGEWORTH, POWERFUL AND FEARED!" He scowled at her with a light red dusting his pointy cheekbones. He crossed his arms with a huff and turned his nose up. "THERE IS NOTHING ENDEARING ABOUT THE SIZE OF MYSELF OR MY EXTRAVAGANT SUIT, SO CEASE YOUR INANE COOING IMMEDIATELY, HUMAN!"

"See that tiny blush there? He so loves the attention." She leaned over to whisper, not bothering at all with subtlety as she pointed at the fuming Edgeworth. "The defining trait of Edges is that most of them are tsunderes."

"You know I've never really been that fond of tsundere characters, Chara…"

"I know." She sighed wistfully, not taking her eyes off of Edgeworth, who was steaming like a tea kettle at this point with indignation. "I guess the charm of Edges are just lost on you. But that's okay. I totally get it. Edges aren't for everybody. We'll find you a type of bitty that you'll like, I'm sure of it."

With that, she carted Frisk away, Edgeworth still spewing out an endless tirade of scoldings and insistent statements of denial that he appreciated any attention from a lowly insignificant human to their backs.

The next pen was occupied by more Sansies, Frisk thought at first. However, these bitties had rougher and more pointed features than the Sansies, just as the Edges had sharper and more mordacious features than the Papys. They were also noticeably thicker bodied than the Sansies, their clothes being more filled out, especially around the belly area.

Frisk had a secret weakness for small and chubby things, particularly those round birds one would find in the parking lots of supermarkets that weren't so heavy that they couldn't fly, but preffered to hop around on the ground, picking at dropped food morsels with their beaks and only taking flight when they absolutely had to.

That's what these bitties reminded her of.

The fondness she felt for them was immediately replaced with mortification when one took notice of her persisting gaze and grinned, flashing his shark-like teeth. Frisk caught her reflection in the single golden fang in his knife drawer of a mouth.

"c'mere, doll." He nearly purred, pawing at the glass of the pen separating her from him. "I don't bite… much."

"Chara, I'm scared." She whimpered, discarding her cactus armor in favor of cowering at her side like the squishy marshmallow she was inside.

"You are not. He's six inches tall for pete's sake, Frisk, and you thought he was cute just a moment ago! I saw it in your eyes!"

"That was before he opened his mouth."

"Frisk, I won't lie to you and say that Reds don't bite, because they most definitely do." Frisk glared at her, wondering if what she was saying was somehow supposed to be reassuring. "But, it's scientifically proven that Reds are sixty percent more likely to bite you on the first encounter if you're a dude, so you've only got a forty percent chance of being bit!"

"…That's still a pretty big margin for error. I'll pass on this one."

"c'mon, sweetheart. i'll behave." The Red crooned, his mannerisms and sly grin doing little to convince her of his claim holding any amount of truth. "i don't like makin' promises, but i won't bite ya, doll. …maybe give ya some love nibbles 'n a few licks here 'n there, though. eheheh…"

"…The Reds are all perverts, aren't they?" She tilted her head in Chara's direction with a weary gaze. Normally, she'd blush profusely at hearing such a thing, but after the day she'd had, Frisk just didn't have it in her anymore.

"No, they aren't perverts!" Chara wanted to be stern with her, but she couldn't resist laughing at her expression. "Some of them are kind of flirty, okay, a lot flirty, but some of them are more temperamental like the Edges, too. It all depends on the individual personality of the bitty."

"…I still don't feel too comfortable around this one. And I'm not just saying that because of the abundant air of flirtiness around him." Frisk said, stealing a glance at his sharp teeth that would undoubtedly break skin if he did decide to bite. "He looks kind of mean."

"i can be sweet too, if that's what yer lookin' for in a bitty." The Red bargained, beginning to sweat.

She didn't even know skeleton monsters could sweat, but if they can blush then seeing one sweat shouldn't be too jarring to her.

"I'm not looking to take any one of you home today, sorry." Despite his weird display of behavior, she decided it was best to let him down gently.

"tch. fine. be that way, then. you don't gotta make any excuses, dollie. i get it." He scowled at her, failing to hide his hurt and disappointment as he turned away from Frisk and stomped his way to the nearest corner of the pen, sitting down and facing the wall. "guess reds are just too mean 'n ugly for most folks to want…"

"…I never called him ugly." She said, feeling guilty for hurting the bitty's feelings and saying the wrong thing again.

That right there was a shining example of exactly why she didn't need to adopt a bitty. She'd just end up hurting the poor thing, if not physically then emotionally.

Frisk looked around the pen and took note of the fewer number of Reds when compared to the Sansies or Papys. It seemed they really weren't a favorable classification of bitty, otherwise wouldn't the center have more of them around?

"Hey, don't get too bent out of shape." Chara comforted her, picking up on the fog of gloom that was beginning to form around her. "Reds are actually pretty popular among some circles. Like I said about the Edges, they're not for everybody, but some people out there really like their rugged appeal. But when somebody doesn't take to them, Reds do take it pretty hard. He'll be okay, eventually."

She then guided Frisk away from the pen, probably so she wouldn't break any more of their hearts, metaphorically speaking.

The next pen contained more skeleton monsters – in fact, Frisk hadn't ever come across a bitty that wasn't a skeleton monster. Then again, she didn't know that much about bitties. That much, she did know.

The bitties behaved a lot like the Sansies they saw up front, but they had the likeness of Papys, even more so than the Edges. There wasn't any asperity to them – they seemed limp and repose, like long little noodles.

"If you really wanted to, you could absolutely hold a Stretch without any worries over being bit at or scratched." Chara explained, gesturing to one of them that was sprawled out in the lap of a big teddy bear. "You could probably even pick one up and swing him around like a ragdoll and he wouldn't do a thing about it. That's how chill they are."

"That's entirely too chill." Frisk complained, now worried for another type of bitty that apparently didn't have any sense of self-preservation in his bony body.

"you fret too much, honey." One of them sauntered over, having woken up from his nap in the bitty-sized hammock inside the pen.

"…Honey?" She raised an eyebrow at Chara, unimpressed.

"Eheeheehee!" She cackled, earning a sigh from Frisk.

"Another pervy-" Excuse her. "Flirty bitty."

The Stretch in front of them, well, stretched, lightly popping his joints, causing a few of the others in the pen to grimace and send him irritated looks for interrupting their own naps. He either didn't notice or didn't care, preferring to keep his attention on the both of them, but moreso Chara.

"'m name's Bebop, sugar." He introduced himself, punctuated by another pop from his bones.

There was that musical naming theme again. Frisk was surprised nobody here had thought to dress him up like a cowboy…

That's what she would do, anyway.

"Well aren't you a charmer!" Chara was enraptured by every word that fell from his bony mouth; Frisk could already see the signs of infatuation in her eyes as she smiled down at Bebop.

"Wow, Chara. One day without him around and you're already looking for a replacement for Bossanova."

Chara whirled around to face her with an offended gasp, one hand gripped over her heart.

"How dare you say that, Frisk! There's no replacing Bossanova! I probably love him more than I've ever loved myself!"

Huh. Frisk had a suspicion for a while now that this was true, but she wasn't expecting a confirmation of that theory, especially not under these circumstances.

"That's a lot of love." She stated blankly.

"I don't want to replace Bossanova. I just thought it might help improve the more rotten parts of his personality if he had a calmer bitty buddy around him."

"With how jealous he is, and how flirty this one is?" Frisk waved a hand gesturing to Bebop, who only gave a lazy smile and a wave in return. "That sounds like a horrible idea, Chara."

She sighed in defeat, bending down to eye level with him. "I'm sorry, Bebop. Our love just wasn't meant to be."

"i'll be waitin' right here honey, in case you ever change your mind." He placed a hand against the glass of the pen, aligning his tiny one with the middle of her palm, curling his phalanges as if he were attempting to will the glass to break under his touch so he could reach Chara.

…Frisk was beginning to feel like she was witnessing the separation of two illicit lovers on a soap opera or those Spanish telenovelas her mother watched and ate up like candy. Could this technically count as an affair? This was getting weird!

As Chara withdrew her hand, however, she couldn't deny that Bebop's expression seemed somewhat softer, his grin more at ease but melancholy all the same. She thought that he was just going along with Chara's theatrics, but it seemed now that her rejection had sincerely hurt him.

His drooped eyesockets followed her until she was out of sight.

Chara seemed very enthusiastic about what she was about to show Frisk in the next pen. She seemed to be pinning a lot of her hopes on whatever type of bitty it was awaiting her.

"I've never heard of a single instance of one biting anybody! They're highly recommended for someone that isn't experienced in handling bitties, which describes you to a T – perfect for a first bitty. And they're soooooooo cute, even you'll think so, Frisk!"

"I have my doubts, but I'll go ahead and humor you."

Ignoring her sour grapes attitude, Chara stepped in front of the pen, obstructing Frisk's view. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"And these precious little gumdrops are… the Blueberries!"

She stepped aside and allowed her to observe the pocket-sized skeletons. They were yet another classification of bitty that bore more than a few striking resemblances to the Sansies, but instead of appearing intimidating as the Reds were, they had an overall softer look to them. They weren't as round in the stomach as the Reds, but they still had that supermarket parking lot bird aspect to them that Frisk liked. They were playing happily by themselves, or with each other, not a single sign of discontent or quarrel among them.

All until one peered up to look at her with cerulean eyelights which morphed into the shape of stars, followed immediately by the rest halting in whatever action or task each bitty was performing to do the same.

Suddenly, the entire pack of Blueberries were scrambling in her direction. They swiftly began piling up on each other, tripping on the legs of others and knocking one another down until a shouting and flailing mass of skeletal limbs had formed, a messed up chorus of bitties yelling and climbing all over each other for the express purpose of capturing her interest.

"HUMAN! A HUMAN HAS ARRIVED!"

"PLEASE LOOK AT ME, HUMAN!"

"CHOOSE ME, PLEASE! I KNOW HOW TO MAKE TACOS!"

"I KNOW HOW TO MAKE TACOS TOO, BUT BETTER!"

"YOU MAY KNOW HOW TO MAKE TACOS BETTER, BUT I MAKE TACOS THE BEST!"

"LIAR, LIAR, BITTY ON FIRE!"

"PLEASE NOTICE ME, HUMAN!"

Frisk slowly backed away from the pen, even though she was in no amount of danger of the Blueberries escaping. But seeing them all clustered like this shouting at the top of their likely nonexistant lungs was, for her, an extremely anxiety-inducing experience. Their voices were all blended together, their movements blurred. It was becoming more and more of a challenge to discern which one was saying what. They had all but become a hivemind to her.

Frisk tenderly rubbed at her temples, feeling a headache beginning to bloom in her skull. All this noise was proving to be too much for her fragile nerves to handle.

"…I can't do this."

She spun on her heel and began walking, trying to block out the needy cries and whines of the attention deprived Blueberries behind her. She finally stopped once she'd reached the back end of the building, her speedy and abrupt departure forcing Chara to jog in order to catch up.

"I'm sorry, Frisk, that was probably my fault!" She sputtered, doubled over and out of breath. "I told them about you when I was here earlier today, and I guess I got them a little too rowdy."

"Chara, that wasn't even remotely close to 'rowdy'. That was a riot."

"Blueberries are competitive when it comes to adoption!" She sighed, and for the first time in a long, long while, the smile she always wore, regardless of the current situation or mood, had vanished completely. "Frisk, I know I said before that all you had to do today was look around, that's it, but I didn't think then that you'd be like this the entire time…"

"Like what?" She nearly hissed, not liking at all what she was insinuating.

"You're acting completely disinterested, and rude, and… and cold! What's your problem, Frisk?!"

"You can't blame me for acting disinterested, Chara." She barked back, doing everything within her power to keep her own temper in check. "I told you when you first proposed the idea that I didn't want to adopt a bitty, but you just kept pushing and pushing until I finally agreed in allowing you to drag me here."

"So that's what you're calling it – dragging you here." Her shoulders squared as she aimed a glare at Frisk. "You really aren't having any fun at all, are you?"

"How am I supposed to enjoy myself when I know I'm about to lose my best and only friend? Explain that to me, Chara!" She unintentionally exclaimed, causing Chara's eyes to widen in shock and confusion.

"…Frisk, what are you talking about?" Her voice was uncharacteristically faint.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! You can just say it; I won't get mad, because I understand!" Frisk shouted, turning her gaze towards the floor – she couldn't bear to look Chara in the face as her insecurities and fears bubbled to the surface. "It's the entire reason why you brought me here – if I adopted a bitty, you'd have more time to spend with your other friends or to yourself, right? Being around me is suffocating, isn't it? Having to constantly put up with someone who's so anti-social and mean, who always says or does the wrong thing so much that just about everyone waits until I'm gone just to talk with you… I don't blame you. Not at all. Why wouldn't you look for the first opportunity to get away from someone like that?"

Frisk hadn't realized she was crying until she saw a droplet fall down to her feet. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her nose was running. And right in front of Chara, too. This wasn't the first time she had seen her like this, but it was still something rare for her to witness – Frisk did all her crying behind closed doors if she could help it.

Frisk's only saving grace was the fact that no employees, other visitors, or bitties behind their glass enclosures were present as spectators of her emotional breakdown. Because the absolute last thing she needed right now was someone seeing her in this state and feeling sorry for her. She definitely didn't deserve any pity, not when she was such an awful friend.

That's what she was, an awful friend. A friend so awful that her only companion in life felt that she needed to get a bitty, something that theoretically couldn't run away from her like everyone else, just so she could get a break.

Frisk heard footsteps – Chara's footsteps. She saw her moving through the hair covering her eyes and the tears blurring her vision.

This was it. This was the end of their friendship.

She didn't have to pretend anymore.

She could be free.

Frisk didn't expect to feel arms around her, one around her back and the other behind her head, but she did. Frisk slowly lifted her head from the shoulder her face had been buried in to see familiar red hair and golden flowers.

Chara – her entire form shook as she held Frisk tightly, as if she would slip away and vanish if she didn't.

"Frisk, how could you even think that?" She sniffled, much to her shock. If there was one thing more rare than her seeing Frisk cry, it was Frisk seeing her cry. "That… that's not true! None of that is true! You're my best friend, you're my sister, my sister-friend, and I love you!"

"But I'm a horrible friend…" She wept through clenched teeth.

"No you're not! If anything, I'm the horrible friend!" Chara wailed loudly, pulling Frisk away from herself just enough to look her in the eyes. "I'm the one that's closest to you, the one that's supposed to know you better than anyone else and I didn't even know you felt this way, didn't even notice!"

Oh no, Chara was blaming herself for her episode…

"I didn't want you to adopt a bitty because I wanted to get away from you!" Chara seemed to be mentally assessing all of her previous statements on the subject, not just today, and blanched. "Oh gosh… no wonder you thought that! What I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that! I… I was just so happy after I adopted Bossanova. Despite our… vast and various differences, it really felt like he saw something wonderful in me that most people tend to gloss over and wanted to be with me because of that. Bossanova and bitties in general have brought so much joy to my life that I wanted to share it. You were the one that's made me happiest and has been here with me, despite everything. So I thought that, out of everyone, you deserved that slice of happiness I found the most. That's why I've been so stubborn in pushing you to adopt; I thought that some bitty here might see what I see in you, like what you and Bossanova saw in me..."

Frisk openly sobbed then, wracked with more guilt than before; how could she have ever doubted Chara, her dearest and only friend?

Frisk was thankful that she pulled her back into her shoulder before she could create too much of a racket and cause Webber or some concerned customer to check up on the two of them. What an embarrassing story that would have been for Chara to have to explain. 'My sister is crying because she thought I was trying to get rid of her with a bitty.'

But no, she would never air out her insecurities like that; she'd make a convenient excuse for Frisk, one that wasn't a lie, but would save her from embarrassment and protect her privacy. Because that was the kind of person Chara was.

Chara fetched some tissues from her shoulder bag, drying Frisk's eyes and her's once the both of them had calmed down sufficiently. Thankfully, no one intruded during their moment, and the both of them were cleaned up enough that hopefully nobody would suspect that the two had just been bawling their hearts out to each other.

"I'm so sorry, Chara."

"No, I am. I'm the one that should be sorry." She argued, covering Frisk's mouth for the second time today before she could retort. "I've been way too… forceful, about this whole thing. It's completely true that I had the best of intentions in bringing you here, but the truth still stands that I had to wear you down for literal months and bribe you before you would even begin to consider it. There were things that you enjoyed and went nuts over in your own way that I didn't, but you never tried to cram those things down my throat like I have."

"No, it's really alright. You're just really passionate about bitties and wanted to share that with me. I get that. But, I just really don't think I'm properly equipped to adopt one."

"I understand, Frisk. I really am sorry, for everything. I thought I would be making you happy by bringing you here, but all I ended up doing in the end is make you cry – the last thing I ever wanted to do." She lightly grabbed Frisk's hand and began tugging her along. "Come on, we'll go get dinner and go home if you want, like I promised."

"Wait." She said, wiggling out of her grasp. "We can't go home yet! I… still haven't seen all of the center."

"Frisk, you don't have to force yourself to stay here just to entertain me. You've done enough of that already."

"I… I didn't dislike everything today."

"So you've actually had some fun? Really?" A faint trace of her usual smile was beginning to reappear.

"Really, Chara. I can think of plenty worse ways to have spent my time." A light, airy chuckle escaped her throat, but then she frowned when she remembered the poor, mangled thing of a bitty she had seen when first exploring the center. "But Chara… do you really think a bitty would be safe under my care? When I'm like this? They'd just get hurt."

"Frisk, listen to me." Chara gripped her shoulders, a serious expression on her face. "I wouldn't have even considered bringing you here if I ever once thought you'd hurt a bitty. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have reacted like you did when you saw that Axe. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have yanked your hand out of the pen the way you did and refuse to touch any of the bitties because you were afraid of dropping one. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have cut a conversation short because they were afraid of saying something that would hurt a Papy's feelings. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have been considerate of that Red's feelings when you shot him down even though you thought he was acting weird. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have carefully considered what might happen if your friend brought a flirty Stretch to a home with a chronically jealous Edge. Someone that would hurt a bitty wouldn't have walked away from a pen of Blueberries bouncing off the walls, even when this person was a few seconds away from having a nervous breakdown. Even when it looked like you were being unfriendly and rude to someone who didn't know you like I do, you've had nothing but the best intentions in mind for the bitties each and every time. That's why you would make the best bitty owner, in my maybe not so humble opinion."

"…I still don't know how I feel about adoption, but… I'll look around some more and see if there's any one that I like. There must be some pens that we passed up when I was running away from the Blueberries."

"Hmm, just the Blackberries and the Ruses, I think." She mused aloud, going over the map of the adoption center in her head. "I don't think you'd like the Blackberries too much, though, so maybe it's for the best."

"What are they like?"

"Like an Edge and a Blueberry mashed up together."

"Pass." Frisk replied so quickly that it made Chara snort. "What about the Ruses?"

"Weeeell…" She trailed off, bouncing on her heels. "They're like Stretches, but a little more rough around the edges. Some of them can be kind of standoffish at first, but once one decides they like you, they'll smother you in love and will literally die for you."

"That last part sounds a little concerning…" She voiced, the thought of a bitty, something so tiny and fragile, dying for her sake was just too much to bear.

"Some of them get attached to potential adopters easily, so maybe we should skip that one too to avoid any heartbreak, metaphorically speaking."

"That sounds best." Frisk agreed, having seen enough sad bitty faces for one day. "So… what else is there?"

"Well, we're close to where we keep the exotic bitties, over there to your left."

"Exotic? So these bitties are supposed to be rarer than the others?"

"Precisely."

"And undoubtedly more expensive than the others as well."

"…That is also correct."

~~~~~~~~~~

Frisk didn't really see what it was that made these bitties supposedly more special than the others, other than the fact that there were much fewer numbers of them in their pens. However, she soon learned that the reason why they were considered exotic was because most of these types of bitties only came to be from another type of bitty when certain conditions were met – they were similar cases to the Axe bitty, but the changes they underwent were entirely harmless.

The first pen the two of them came across were Sansy variants. They looked like the ones they had seen up front of the store in every conceivable way except for the manner in which they dressed. These bitties were either dressed in overalls and straw hats, or kimonos and sandals over socks. The space around them was covered in plants, mostly tomatoes with potted flowers interspersed here and there, with little ladders for the bitties to climb in order to reach them. On the far left side of the pen was some sort of watering hole, and to the far right were several loose pages with information about the plants in their domain scribbled on, likely by the bitties' own hands judging by the size of the handwriting.

"These are the Farmies. This type of bitty originated in Japan, but a few of them here became influenced without the country's involvement." Chara went on to explain further. "Farmies come to be when a Sansy finds and embraces the values of good honest country field work."

"That must be why there are so few of them." Frisk remarked, causing her and even a few of the bitties to laugh. "Only Japan could have taken a few lazy lumps of skeleton and turned them into this."

"Farming has done nothing to diminish their relaxed ways of life. They work hard, but also at their own pace." Chara corrected her, nodding to one of the Farmies that was taking a nap under the shadow of a looming tomato, a bitty-sized watering can resting at his side. "As you can imagine, they're loved amongst the agricultural community, but also by sweet little old ladies with gardens."

"I bet if dad doesn't have one of them already, he'd love one." Frisk then frowned. "I don't really know that much about what's going on in his life since he and mom split up…"

Before Frisk could dwell too much on her unfortunate family situation, Chara began pulling her away to look at the other exotic bitties there. When she bid them farewell, one of the kimono-clad monsters folded both hands on his lap and bowed before sending them off.

One type of bitty they saw was so rare, there were only two inside the pen. They must have been Papys at one point from what you could tell. Frisk couldn't see that much of them because they seemed bent on hiding as much of themselves from them as possible. Apparently this classification of miniature skelton was so rare, bitty researchers couldn't decide amongst themselves if they should be labelled as Greens or Asters, according to Chara. Unfortunately, all the attention they received over their rarity had made them rather quiet and withdrawn.

Their neighbors in the pen opposite were far less shy. There were four of them, and just as with the Greens or Asters, researchers weren't quite sure what brought them into existence. All that was known was that they stemmed from Sansies. But they didn't resemble Sansies in the slightest, to Frisk. They were tall, not as tall as a Papy, an Edge, or a Stretch, but definitely taller than a Sansy. They didn't dress like Sansies, either. These bitties resembled some of the J-Rock boyband members that Chara became obsessed with in her teenage years, with their leather jackets and combat boots; one of them was even holding an acoustic guitar, strumming the strings of the instrument with evident skill and quietly mouthing lyrics to himself.

One aspect about them made every single cell in her body freeze with pure terror when she noticed it, however. Their faces, all four of them, had identical hairline cracks over their eyes that stretched down their cheeks, and in their palms were holes that were so deep they spanned all the way to the backsides of their hands.

These bitties had been hurt, that was all she could think of at the moment. Before Frisk could sink too deeply into her trepidation, Chara quickly rectified her hasty presumption.

"I know what you're thinking, Frisk, but those cracks and holes are completely natural for Gs. None of these guys have even been adopted before, and nobody that works here would do anything bad to them and get away with it alive. Not while I'm around, anyway."

"But don't they… hurt?" Frisk inquired, gesturing to her own face and then the center of her hand.

"Not at all." The G holding the guitar answered for her. "But thanks for the concern. Nobody's really ever went out of their way to ask us that before. It's sweet."

His voice was low with a slight rasp, different from the deep and lazy tone the Sansies spoke in, but also not too different.

And then she realized that this bitty just called her sweet.

"Uhm… nobody's really said anything like that to me, either." She stammered, only to make another embarrassing realization, and that realization being that she was blushing.

And Chara and the bitty were enjoying it immensely.

"Gs are entertainment bitties. They charm the masses with their voices and fingerwork on the guitar strings." Chara quipped, her grin reminding Frisk of a certain meme involving a smug smiling cat.

"That makes them sound more like performers than bitties, from what I know about the both of them. Their talent sounds appealing, but couldn't someone adopt them for the sole reason of taking advantage of that?"

"You're a worrier, aren't you?" His tone wasn't patronizing, but Frisk felt so when she heard him chuckle, golden eyes gazing at her with mirth. "We're well taken care of here and our caretakers do their best to ensure we're handed over to people that won't take advantage of or abuse us, but sometimes fate deals you an unlucky hand. It's a sad fact of life, but that's reality for you."

"And you're… okay with that? You aren't ever concerned about falling into the hands of a bad person?"

"Of course it's something that some of us think about, but we don't let it consume our every thought. Monsters are a hopeful people, and that includes us bitties. We've all got our own seperate thoughts and feelings, but the majority of us try to look at the good in a person and hope for the best."

She took a moment to absorb his words. Frisk had heard before that the SOULs of monsters were made of love, hope, and compassion. It was a truly beautiful sounding thing, she thought. But these bitties' innocent hope that they would be adopted out to a home that would treat them well and love them and wouldn't use and abuse them, it was more heartbreaking to her, mainly because of the overhanging layer of hopelessness to the situation should they end up in one of the homes that would bring harm to them without care.

Another husky chuckle from him caught her attention.

"Although, there's something you could do to prevent that." He appeared pensive for a moment, inclining his body closer towards Frisk before breaking out into a broad grin and wiggling an eyebrow(eyebone?) at her. "You could take me home with you. Then neither you or I would have any reason to worry about me being adopted out to a bad home, because that's something you're obviously concerned over. I've got a nice life here, but being fussed over by you doesn't sound too bad at all."

"…Chara, we're going. He's making fun of me."

"No, no, wait! Come back!" He wheezed between his sputters of laughter at her scandalized and disgusted expression. "I won't tease you anymore, at least not over that."

Frisk huffed, her cheeks still pink, but at least she'd stopped shoving Chara away from the pen.

"'m sorry. I'm not trying to make fun of you, honest. It's just… really adorable that you care as much as you do." He laughed again, propping himself up on one elbow and resting his fist under his chin.

"If you're wanting me to take you home, you're really not helping your case here, pal."

"Probably not. But let me try to make it up to you?" He retrieved his guitar from where it was resting at his side. "I'm not that good, so don't hold your expectations too high, but I can guarantee it'll come directly from the SOUL."

Frisk could admit to herself that ever since Chara mentioned them being bitties that entertained, she was curious as to how he would sound. It looked like her curiosity was about to be sated when he began strumming the opening to a song that might have been familiar to her.

"There was a time I was in love

and all the angels and the doves

couldn't make her say

'I love you…'"

And heavens above, his playing, his voice was nearly divine. If he referred to this as 'not that good' then she was utterly terrified of what he considered to be exceptional.

This skeleton, about the size of a doll, had captured Frisk's complete and unwavering attention, and he was fully aware of this, looking up from his instrument to gaze up at her with a smug grin. But she was too enraptured with his playing to do something childish in retaliation like stick her tongue out at him.

"Hello, goodbye, t'was nice to know you

How I find myself without you

Hello, goodbye, I'm rather crazy

And I never thought I was crazy..."

Finished, he set his guitar to the side again and winked. "So, and be honest now, how'd you like my little performance?"

"Eh, it was better than 'not that good'." Frisk replied.

Hey, she was being honest with him, just not completely honest.

Her answer seemed to satisfy him, his smirk growing wider. "Oh?"

Then he had the audacity to flutter his eyesockets at her, both elbows resting on his knees and chin resting on his bony knuckles. The nerve, the unadulterated nerve.

But the truth was, this bitty had honestly almost convinced her in considering adopting him. The teasing was a bit irritating, but it wasn't out of malice. It was little different than when Chara did so. She knew that monsters were made of magic and were adept at using it – did he use the power of his voice to persuade her like some sort of skeletal siren? Yes, that had to be it.

But the truth still remained that Frisk was seriously mulling over the idea of taking him home with her. And he seemed to know it, because behind the complacentness of his grin and mischievous glint in his eyes was a genuine enthusiasm over possibly finding where it was he belonged.

And then it was all ruined once she spotted the small plaque fastened to the base of the pen listing the adoption fee. Frisk paled.

"Um, could-uh, could you excuse us for just a moment? Girl talk." Frisk stammered as she grabbed Chara by the neckline of her sweater and tugged her away, but he didn't seem to notice her unease.

"Take your time." He waved, that grin of his still in place.

She dragged Chara out of earshot of the Gs and stared at her with wide eyes, wheezing.

"What's up?" She had the courage to ask, taking in Frisk's expression that was reminiscent of a pigeon shot with a peashooter.

"Chara… did you take a look at the adoption fee attached to that guy?" She choked, grabbing one of her shoulders as leverage to steady herself, knees weak. "I could buy a Nintendo Switch and every single game that's been announced and released for it that I've expressed the slightest bit of interest in for the price over his head!"

"Don't you mean under his head?" Chara bantered, to which she gave her a dry stare. "Yeah, the kind of people you see with a G bitty are usually famous songwriters and singer-type persons, or wealthy people in general. Their rarity and rising popularity caused their price to catch up with them."

Frisk managed to halfway compose herself before facing the bitty again. She wasn't looking forward to what she was about to tell him.

"…I can't adopt you. I'm sorry."

"…Oh." He uttered after a pause that was much too long, the corners of his mouth downturned slightly.

While she had looked like a pigeon shot with a peashooter, he just looked as though he were shot, directly in the heart. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Perhaps it was more appropriate to say shot in the SOUL? Either way, he looked hurt. And so did Frisk.

"Can I… can I at least ask why?" He questioned, before deciding better of it – maybe he didn't want to know the answer. "Never mind, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

She wanted to give him an answer that would leave him with no further disappointment, but at the same time, how could she effectively explain to him that her decision was made through no fault of his own, it was just because he was expensive and she was a flat broke currently jobless college graduate?

"It's nothing that you've said or done, it's not you, let me make that clear!" She waved her hands about frantically before growing still. "It's just that… you are a luxury that few can afford. And I cannot afford the luxury that is you…"

"…Eh?" His expression looked less hurt now and more confused.

…He had no idea how much he was worth.

Frisk crouched down to eye-level with him as Chara had done with Bebop earlier.

"Listen, I sincerely hope, with all my heart and SOUL, that you find a good home with a loving owner that can provide for you in a way that I… well, can't. I was getting ahead of myself back there. I didn't consider the fine print behind adopting you and accidentally got your hopes up. And for that, I apologize."

He gave a single nod accompanied by a deep sigh, looking more perplexed than ever with her explanation.

"Alright. I can't say I understand your reasoning because that'd be lying directly to your face, but I respect your decision."

"It was nice meeting you." She offered, not wanting their conversation to end on a sour note.

"Same."

Frisk and Chara moved on before they could get too sentimental, but as soon as the both of them were out of earshot he turned around to face his other three companions.

"A luxury few can afford… What in the name of creation is that supposed to mean?!"

~~~~~~~~~~

"I feel like garbage. I should probably lie down." Frisk muttered, still feeling terrible for dashing yet another bitty's hopes for adoption.

Chara patted her back consolingly as she led her around the exotic bitty pens in an effort to cheer Frisk up. She showed her Inkies – Sansies that had transformed after being exposed to the mighty power of art, Gasters – the tallest of discovered bitties, whose lower bodies turned to goop when they were scared (which was often), and the Lamias – Frisk sped right past them once she figured out what they were. She bore an intense fear of snakes, which had only heightened after several years ago when one of their crazy neighbors had illegally purchased a python from the dark web and then didn't bother to feed it. It soon managed to escape their neighbor's house and began searching for food elsewhere, and that food had almost been Frisk.

Frisk has led an interesting life.

She had fun with Chara. Frisk had entered the store a few minutes after twelve and it was close to evening now.

"Well, we've spent all this time here and I still haven't found a bitty to adopt." She remarked, realizing the irony of her statement – she enjoyed herself much more than she thought she would, but was still leaving the building empty handed.

"I'm positive you would have left this store with that G if he hadn't been so ungodly expensive." She was probably right, Frisk wasn't willing to admit. "Hey, that Sansy you first saw seemed to like you an awful lot. You won't have to pay an arm and a leg to walk out of here with him, and Sansies aren't bad singers at all if you can prompt them into it."

"I still don't think I'm ready to adopt a bitty, though." She confessed, knowing that the G being out of her reach was probably for the best - she probably would have made a very rash decision had it not been for that.

"Alright, then. You've held up your end of the deal, so now it's my turn. What do you want to eat for dinner, Frisk?"

"Okay, I've had hours to think about this, but I'm still not entirely sure." She mused, going over your favorite fast-food restaurants. "Maybe fried chicken? Burgers? Want to go get pizzas? I'm up for just about anything, really."

"Pizzas sound good! I'll get mine with pineapple!"

"Pizzas it is, then."

With that over and done with, she and Chara made their way to the door. The moment Frisk stepped outside, though, a scream pierced the air around them.

"NOOOOOOOO! DOOOON'T GOOOOOOOOOO!"

The next thing they knew, the two of them spotted a bitty, a hysterically sobbing Blueberry, sprinting across the floor at mach speed. And his targeted destination was the open door leading to the outside.

"Somebody stop him!" Webber had burst from the rescue room with a shout, spontaneously summoning an army of employees to catch the runaway bitty.

He dodged the swipes of their hands that came his way, leaping and skidding out of their impending grips until he had reached the doorway in literal seconds. Frisk probably should have closed the door instead of standing there gaping, but she had honestly froze up at witnessing the chaos unfolding around her and it all happened so fast.

Just when the bitty thought he was home free, she reached down and plucked him from the ground in one swift motion, the tiny skeleton screeching and struggling in her hold.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! THIS IS ALL SOME BIG MISUNDERSTANDING, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" He persisted, the volume of his voice only getting louder and louder to the point that it nearly shook the windows. "SHE DIDN'T LEAVE ME HERE, SHE WOULDN'T EVER HAVE! NOT ON PURPOSE!"

His shouts of protest soon morphed into incomprehensible shrieks; nothing he said was making any sense anymore. As Frisk finally closed the door and began making her way towards Webber to return the emotional bitty, an abrupt pain shot through her. She let out a yelp, inadvertly tightening her grip around the Blueberry.

He had bit her.

And he had bit her hard, grinding his teeth against the thumb across his chest. It was drawing blood now, and it poured freely from her wound and down her wrist.

"Chara… I thought you said you never heard of one of these biting anyone!" Frisk managed to wheeze, tears beading at the corner of her eyes.

"I never have! …Until now!" She squeaked, trying to gently pry the bitty's mouth from her skin, to no avail.

Several other worried workers tried to coerce him into letting her go, their efforts proving useless. Frisk was certain that if he didn't release her soon she was going to die of bloodloss. The thought of pinching his nasal ridge and blocking his nostrils entered her mind, but would that even affect him? He's a skeleton monster – did they even need to breathe? Before she could settle on her next course of action, the Blueberry suddenly stilled. Slowly, he released her thumb from his maw.

He panted, eyesockets dancing across the room until they finally settled on her. Then he slowly turned his head downwards to look at Frisk's hand, blood still seeping from her thumb like a waterfall. His eyelights shrunk to miscroscopic pinpricks.

"I… I'M SO SORRY…" He choked, now full of remorse. "I… I DIDN'T MEAN TO… I…"

'Well, you did.' She wanted to snap after the pain he just put her through, but one look at his tearful expression made her think better of it.

Sighing, she slowly loosened her grip on him. His posture tensed, braced for what could be the worst. Instead of flinging him, Frisk pulled the distressed bitty to her shoulder and cradled him, rubbing little circles into his back with one finger.

"…It's alright. Just don't do it again, please. That really hurt."

He let out another agonized wail, ashamed. A fresh series of sobs escaped the Blueberry bitty as another string of apologies fell from his mouth. Each time it seemed he was close to calming himself, he would take a look at Frisk's bleeding hand or his bloodstained clothes and break out into another round. It wasn't long until her shirt had a large wet spot from where he had cried so much. Some of the employees tried to take him from her, but she batted their hands away, a bit irritated with them that they couldn't seem to comprehend that now was not the time for that.

When his howls finally died down to sniffles, Frisk had expected some sort of incoming explanation for his behavior, an attempt at saving face after that random violent episode, but instead he seemed more concerned with seeing that her injury was tended to.

Rather than Webber or one of the other employees getting her a roll of bandages or the like, they were rather insistent on getting the bitty to take care of it. Was that supposed to be some sort of punishment for biting her and causing the damage in the first place? It definitely hurt, she couldn't deny that, but he was clearly having a panic attack or something of the like when he did so, so she didn't think it was exactly fair of them to expect him to make up for something he didn't have any conscious control over.

Still, the Blueberry didn't argue with this decision, probably still too wracked with guilt to argue, she presumed.

Frisk waited, but there were still no rolls of bandages or any other type of medical supplies being passed off to the bitty. Just how was he expected to help her if they weren't going to give him anything to help her with…?

There was a noticeable lull in the space around them, Webber, the employees, and even Chara eyed the Blueberry bitty in her bloodied hand with anxious expressions; hopeful, but nervous.

Before Frisk could question this, he then placed his mouth over the gaping wound in her thumb, making her gasp at the sudden contact, since the last time he had done so, it was to bite her, even if unintentionally.

He was kissing her – kissing her thumb to be precise. And despite being a skeleton, a magical skeleton monster, but a skeleton nonetheless, it felt very much like an actual kiss should have felt.

And Frisk being Frisk, inexperienced in the ways of regular and expected physical contact, could only let out an undignified squawk at the gesture, her gaze bouncing around to every person present, and she at a complete loss on what to do in this situation. …Why was no one explaining anything to her?!

The miniature skeleton pressed his bony lips more firmly to her wound, and suddenly, the room was bathed in a faint cerulean light. Her bleeding had ceased, and the wound itself seemed to have shrunk somewhat in size, but when he pulled away, there was still a certain pain present in the affected area. It would probably be sore and bruised over in the next few days.

"…THAT'S THE BEST I CAN DO AS OF NOW. I'M SORRY…" He lamented, looking far more exhausted than he had been before.

"Th-That's alright. Thank you for healing me…" She stuttered, grateful for his effort anyway.

His eyesockets drooped; he staggered and swayed in her hand, latching onto Frisk's other fingers for support. She had heard of certain monsters possessing healing magic, but how effective it was depended on their statistics, specifically their HoPe. Father was an excellent healer. So was mother, but Toriel had experienced so much tragedy through the years that her healing magic wasn't as effective as it used to be.

But for this monster to be this worn down after using that little amount of magic, his HoPe must be severely low…

The employees were still fluttering around her, ready to take him from Frisk's hold. However, when one strayed to close, the Blueberry let out a soft gasp and leaped to cling to her drenched top. Such a reaction would be concerning if it wasn't for the apologetic and sheepish expressions on their faces when he did so. They looked worried for the both of them.

"Y-YOU'RE NICE… YOU DIDN'T GET MAD AT ME, EVEN AFTER I BIT YOU. I… I DIDN'T MEAN TO! BUT I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE RIGHT NOW." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "She said I had a home with her… She promised…"

Frisk thought she had an idea of what had caused this bitty to have an emotional meltdown. From the sound of it, this bitty had a previous owner, but he had been returned here against his will.

It was a tragic situation, but bringing him back to the adoption center was a far better fate than being neglected and abused or set free where anything could happen to him.

"W-WERE YOU LEAVING BEFORE?" The bitty asked, one tiny fist inadvertly clenching the fabric of her shirt. "DO YOU… DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO NOW…?"

She and Chara had just been about to leave, but abruptly handing him off to the employees now after all that just seemed wrong. He clearly still needed some form of reassurance, some form of comfort, and for whatever reason, this bitty felt that Frisk was the one who could give that too him at this moment.

She cradled him against her shoulder and rubbed a finger down his spine. "I can stay for a little while longer."

And just that was enough for the Blueberry to relax somewhat – he already looked far calmer than he had been mere seconds ago. He clung to and nuzzled against her as an employee pointed her towards a cozy but spacious room to the left – the bitty interaction area. It was getting late into the evening so there shouldn't be as many customers as there would have been when she and Chara first arrived earlier, but the room was conveniently empty. She settled herself onto a plush couch, the low volume of the TV serving as white noise.

"…Do you have a name?" Frisk asked after a few silent minutes of holding the bitty.

"NO. NOT ANYMORE." He answered, his tone listless. "I'VE HAD MANY NAMES. BUT THEY AREN'T MINE NOW. AND WHEN I DO HAVE ONE… I NEVER GET TO KEEP IT FOR LONG BEFORE I HAVE TO GIVE IT BACK."

"Didn't the adoption center ever give you one?" She asked, remembering Rondo, Edgeworth, Bebop, and less pleasantly Chopper – they lived here and they had names.

"NO! I DON'T WANT A NAME FROM THE CENTER. I WANT ONE FROM MY OWNER. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT ANY NAME UNLESS IT'S FROM MY OWNER!" His voice rose, causing her to jump a little.

At feeling Frisk's body jerk, the bitty flinched himself, ashamed of his sudden outburst.

He had been adopted and returned several times – did he even know how many times his hope had been raised only to be dashed when he was once again coralled into a carrier and returned to the familiar center? He had lost count long ago. Numbers were meaningless to him now.

Many would argue that awaiting adoption in a store where all his needs were tended to meticulously by a caring staff was a merciful existence compared to those who were mistreated or abused by their owners when they were no longer wanted, but he couldn't find it in himself to look at his situation from that perspective.

The Blueberry knew there were far more unfortunate bitties than himself in the world, but the pain and longing in his SOUL for companionship just became too much some days that it felt as though he were slowly withering away and nobody noticed or cared.

Frisk wondered what it was about this specific Blueberry that caused him to be adopted out and returned numerous times.

Chara had been visiting the center since it opened; she was probably aware of his story. Even so, Frisk felt that to ask her would be an invasion of his privacy. Chara hadn't followed them into the room in order to give the pair privacy, but right now Frisk found herself at a loss on what to do and wished her friend were here to guide her in this predicament she'd found herself in.

It was obvious to her, even though he hasn't said anything yet, that the Blueberry without a name was already growing attached. Frisk hadn't come here looking to adopt, and if she felt that she couldn't provide for a healthy bitty, then she certainly wasn't equipped to provide for a bitty that was clearly emotionally damaged and possibly unstable.

But… she could understand his pain all too well.

Frisk was never friends with someone for long before suddenly they removed themselves from her life altogether. It was always for some reason or another, but the sole constant among them was their reason for withdrawing was placed solely on her shoulders – it was always her fault, something that she said or did. Just her. The only person that never ran away, placed blame on, or took advantage of her was Chara. And even then, Chara had to fight tooth and nail to get the other girl to accept her friendship. Frisk had been hurt so many times, she had began erecting barriers around herself to avoid others, no longer trusting. She had lowered them for her, but never since has this happened again.

But this bitty, unlike her, had never truly lost hope. He graciously opened the doors to his SOUL whenever a new owner entered his life, despite everything he experienced thus far, because the fear of turning away someone that might truly come to love him vastly overweighed the fear of being hurt once again. And hurt again he was – time and time again.

The two sat in silence, but not an uncomfortable one. It was a peaceful calm.

"…ENOUGH ABOUT ME. WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" He had timidly asked after shouting at her.

"…Frisk."

"THAT'S A NICE NAME."

"No it's not. It's weird."

He only shook his head once with a gentle smile, saying softly before falling into silence, "I like it."

Frisk's gaze was on the TV in front of them, but she wasn't really paying attention to the program playing on the screen at all. Her thoughts were swimming, thinking of everything and nothing all at once.

She hadn't noticed that, shortly after his outburst, the Blueberry bitty in her company had moved from clinging to her shoulder to her chest, directly over where her heart resided. He was listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat, nearly lulled into slumber with the combination of her absentminded strokes beginning at the back of his skull and ending at his lower spine. Up and down. Slowly.

She was also unaware of the faint glowing of her SOUL at this time, as well as his. Both were so absorbed in their thoughts and emotions, neither noticed. Glow and fade. Glow and fade. Brightened then dimmed. Brightened and dimmed. The two's SOULs flickered in perfect sync with each other – a SOUL resonance.

Only monsters and humans that shared a strong bond with each other could perform such a feat, and the two were entirely unaware of it. Their feelings were unconciously shared with one another, his and her pain and hardships were conveyed to one another in a language that stretched beyond vocalization, a conversation without the need for words.

Their SOULs spoke with each other in a manner unlike either had ever experienced before, as if comforting one another. Frisk found herself feeling more at ease with herself and the world. And now bearing knowledge of the tender secrets her guarded SOUL was whispering to his, he felt as though this human had been specially crafted by the heavens above solely for him – a reward just for him for his longstanding and unwavering faith.

He wondered if such thoughts could be considered selfish, even delusional, but he couldn't stop them. His SOUL was calling out to him, nearly shouting, telling him – "She's the one. She's the owner you've been looking for. She came for you."

And it did seem as though fate itself and the forces that be alligned just to make this meeting possible. An injured young woman who held no interest in bitties appearing before him, encountering her just as she was about to leave, perhaps forever, and she showing interest in him, being gentle towards him when he had not been to her. She was kind to him even after injuring her. Understanding when he couldn't properly heal the wound he caused despite his best efforts. And now she was spending time with him, holding him close against the most vital part of her human body, even though she had been about to leave before meeting him.

He wondered if this was what love felt like. It had to be.

The bitty lifted his head to gaze at her, his baby blue eyelights shifting into pulsating hearts throbbing in time with the beat of her heart and the synchronized wavelength of their SOULs.

Frisk happened to peer down just as he did so and stilled like a deer in the headlights, immediately taking notice of the expression of pure affection on his little porcelain doll-like face. He was staring up at her expectantly, like nearly all of the other bitties she had interacted with today. Except this expectant stare reached an entirely new level of intensity by far.

And all Frisk could think was 'this wasn't suppose to happen. This shouldn't be happening.'

But it was.

Taking a deep breath, she moved him away from her chest. He instantly found himself missing the warmth, but settled into the palm of her hand and took hold of her thumb, showing caution in avoiding her injury when nuzzling against the digit. He wasn't showing any awareness of the somber and regretful mood encompassing the human holding him, his tiny hands stroking over the wounded flesh with a feather light touch so as not to aggravate it further.

His oblivious gestures of adoration only made what Frisk was about to do more difficult.

"…Isn't it about time for the shop to close for the evening?" She asked, her voice more faint than she wanted it to be. "Shouldn't you be getting settled for the night?"

His eyelights immediately lost their heart shape, turning into wobbly spheres as he stared at her in disbelief.

"...WHAT?" He questioned, unblinking. "B-BUT I THOUGHT…"

"Yes. I know what you thought…" Frisk bit her lower lip, nearly puncturing it as she did so in her nervousness. "But I didn't come here today to adopt a bitty. I can't adopt any of you. I'm not the right person."

"T-THAT ISN'T TRUE!" He protested, his hands fluttering over his ribcage. "I FELT IT! YOU'RE THE RIGHT PERSON FOR ME! MAYBE THE ONLY ONE! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME! MY SOUL TOLD ME SO! A-AND YOURS… DIDN'T YOU FEEL ANYTHING LIKE THAT TOO…?"

She had felt something similar indeed. A SOUL resonance was the equivalent of one SOUL tenderly embracing the other – it wasn't something total strangers could do with each other, in theory. It was a gesture that involved meaning. A strong emotional bond; platonic, familial, or romantic, had to exist between the individuals involved. But Frisk had experienced a feeling of kinship with him, empathizing, it was almost like a feeling of finally finding the place where one belonged after endless searching. But it was the very fact they so easily and effortlessly resonated that scared her.

"YOU DID FEEL SOMETHING SIMILAR, DIDN'T YOU?" The Blueberry bitty in her palm smiled almost manically, but his eyes were pleading and glazed over with tears. "YOU UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL, AND I FEEL THE SAME AS YOU. THAT'S WHY OUR SOULS RESONATED WITH EACH OTHER'S WITHOUT ISSUE! IT WAS A PERFECT RESONANCE WITHOUT FLAW! SO WE'RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER!"

"No. You're wrong." She weakly shook her head. "The fact that our SOULs resonanced at all is exactly why this can't work. I've… been hurt. My HP is low. And yours is too. I felt it. You need someone with high HP; someone that will share their HoPe with you, someone that will raise yours instead of bringing it down further. And I'm not the person that can do that for you. I'm not what you need. Do you… understand?"

Frisk was expecting wailing or an extreme meltdown like when he attempted to escape the center earlier, but all he did in response to her rejection was tilt his head slightly downwards to avoid her serious gaze, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyesockets as he responded in a quiet, fragile, and defeated whisper,

"NO… I DON'T UNDERSTAND. NOT AT ALL…"

The Blueberry bitty didn't struggle or make any further protest when she brought him to the front desk to return him under the staff's continued care, telling herself that this was the best she could do for him. It didn't matter how easily their SOULs resonated with one another – the easier he could resonate with her, the more unmatched they were, she thought. He needed someone that could show and give him what she never could – HoPe.

And what a cruel irony it was – she had given him more HoPe than anyone he had ever met and probably ever would in the future, if he still had one, that is.

He didn't need someone with an outpouring of HoPe.

He needed her.

"I truly hope, with all my heart and SOUL, that you'll find the owner right for you." She said before leaving him, but he didn't offer her a single reply, only a blank and emotionless stare.

He already found the right owner for him.

And she was going out that door, out of his SOUL's reach.

His eyes were trained on her as she left the center with Chara, staring at her for as long as he was allowed before Webber scooped him up to carry him back to the rescue room for the evening.

He wondered if he would live to see the sun again tomorrow morning. Nothing seemed to matter anymore now.

~~~~~~~~~~

Chara stepped towards the bus stop, but a slight tug on the sleeve of her sweater stopped her.

"Can we… take the long way home…?" Frisk asked, her emotional exhaustion plain and visible in her expression.

"…If that's what you really want." She answered, having thought that her friend might want to sit down for a spell after everything she had experienced today.

Frisk was tired. So tired. But she felt the need to move, to walk away with her own two legs even though they felt heavy as lead.

She and Chara trudged down the sidewalk, about five miles away from their street and night vast approaching, but their town was safe and both of their parents had been informed they might be returning home late, so they weren't in any hurry.

And Chara could tell Frisk needed some quiet time. She didn't say a word as they walked home, knowing the other's mind was likely plenty noisy at the moment. Frisk's eyes were far off and distant, meaning her thoughts were anywhere but here, and if Chara were to guess, she would be more than willing to bet on the probability of her thoughts being on a lonely Blueberry bitty at the adoption center they just left.

She was disappointed when Frisk had returned him to the establishment, but she understood that her reason for doing so was out of kindness. Even so, she was worried. For the both of them, and was left wondering if this truly was for the best like Frisk insisted.

They were now passing through a farmers market, the shopkeepers still pushing for sales despite the late evening hour, but it wouldn't be long before they too would be packing up their produce for the night and returning to their own homes. Frisk lifted her heavy head and spotted one of the straw-hatted vendors with a Farmy bitty sitting on his shoulder and swinging his legs as he nibbled on a cherry tomato.

Her heart hurt. Her SOUL hurt.

She really had wanted to take him home with her.

She argued with herself that this was for the best, that Blueberry would soon find an owner just for him, that would love and never abandon him, that would give him everything he needed that she couldn't ever hope to provide.

She continued to tell herself this as a plethora of unpleasant thoughts and scenarios plagued her mind.

"When a monster's HP drops to zero, they dust."

When she handed him over to Webber, he had been silent, limp, and listless, when his reaction to rejection, as she previously observed, had been a loud outburst of screaming and tears and a violent flailing of skeletal limbs.

His eyelights had looked dull and lifeless when she left, and all she could picture now was the morbid image of the spider monster checking up on him in the morning only to find a small pile of dust where he had tucked him in the night before.

Frisk was quietly sobbing before she knew it.

She recalled the loving expression on his face as she held him close to her in comfortable silence, their SOULs resonating just as he had said they did, perfectly and without flaw. Frisk despised such words as 'perfection' and 'flawless' because such things didn't exist in human beings or even monsters, but there truly was no other manner in which to describe it.

She had been everything he had ever wanted. And he was everything she wanted too.

And she had just ignorantly thrown that connection away. Tossed it aside.

…Why did she ever think what he needed was an owner with substantial HoPe?

Couldn't they heal each other?

Frisk's steps screeched to a grinding halt. Chara turned towards her, concerned and prepared to ask what was wrong with her friend, but before the first syllable could leave her lips, Frisk swiftly turned around and ran with more purpose than she ever had before in her life.

She raced through the farmers market, not hearing Chara's questioning cries and pleas for her to slow down as Frisk's pace quickened ever further. Frisk was bumping into every person that crossed her path, and she was far too focused to apologize at this moment, but she did acknowledge that she may have knocked over one vedor's cart in her rush to get to her destination.

"MY CABBAGES!"

Yes, she most definitely knocked over that cart, she realized.

But there was no time to stop! She could do that later. If she stopped now, or even slowed down, she might be too late!

She reached the adoption center within minutes, wrapping her hand around the door's handle and praying that they hadn't closed and locked up for the night. They hadn't, but even if they had, the lock would have given in easily from the force with which she swung the door.

Ignoring the alarmed reactions from the staff, she made a beeline for the very room she had walked out of the first time that day filled with fear, the second sorrow, and now inside with DETERMINATION.

She slammed open the door to the rescue room with a resounding echo, which probably wasn't the best thing she could have done in a room reserved solely to injured and anxious bitties, but all caution had been thrown to the wind at this point. Her eyes scanned over the pens until she found her bitty. She immediately bent over the glass wall that came up to her chest in height and reached down to snag the Blueberry, nearly falling in the enclosure with him in the process.

He gave a startled squeak at being grabbed so suddenly, but any sense of fear within him vanished and was promptly replaced with confusion once he saw the face of the human who held him.

"…FRISK? BUT I THOUGHT-"

"I thought so too! B-But I was wrong! I want you!" She shouted, nearly choking on a sob as she cradled him with quaking hands. "I may not be what you need, but… I want you. I want you to come home with me."

He said nothing, didn't offer a single word of reply – but the smile that stretched across his skull and reached his eyes, crinkling with happiness as a fresh wave of tears began beading at the corners of his eyesockets, only this time out of pure joy was a sufficient enough answer for her.

A small crowd composed of the center's staff had formed outside the door, the spectators whispering amongst each other and shoving one another aside to get a glimpse of what was happening inside the room between human and bitty. A hush fell over the group and they began to part when Webber pushed through the gathered employees to investigate what the ruckus was about. He had been in the back of the store when Frisk suddenly barged in, so all he had heard was the front door being slammed open and the sound of several footsteps shuffling around. Thankfully there hadn't been any screaming at the moment, otherwise he would have called the police over something entirely harmless.

His many eyes watched both Frisk and the Blueberry bitty for a minute, taking in the sight as both bawled, but their faces were unmistakably happy. He slowly approached the two, not wanting to break the reverie before him, but it was necessary for him to do so.

Frisk raised her head up to look at him, having sunken to the floor onto her knees long ago in her wave of happiness, regret and relief.

"I-I'll give anything I have on me for him." She said, digging in her purse with her free hand to retrieve her wallet. "I'll pay whatever price you want! Just please let me take him home…"

Webber gnawed on one of his claws in thought – while it was true that all bitties had an adoption fee, money wasn't the issue here. Adopting a bitty from the rescue room was a serious matter. Usually there was a long list of protocols involved; the adopter had to have visited the center frequently for a period of six months at the very least, the adopter had to undergo a thorough background check, the bitty was required to be taken in for check-ups by the staff, and then there were all the procedures that had to be undergone before a rescued bitty was given the mark of approval to be adopted.

But… Frisk was Chara's sister. Chara had been a volunteer at the center for well over a year, and she spoke nothing but good things about her sister. Everyone who worked there knew Frisk's name and what she looked like. The staff probably knew more about her than Frisk's colleages ever had during her years of schooling ever had. And Chara had brought her there today hoping for her to adopt – if Chara trusted Frisk with a bitty, then she could be trusted by the staff with this particular Blueberry.

Webber shook his head and sighed, but he was grinning. "I'll go get the adoption papers."

While the small crowd of employees whooped and cheered, the front door burst open for the second time that evening. Chara stood there, panting and gasping for breath while covered in a thick sheen of sweat. It took her several moments and downing a whole bottle of water later for her to say anything. Once she had regained her breath, the workers caught her up to speed with what happened while the two were seperated.

"Frisk… I'm so happy… for the both of you…" She sputtered, leaning against the counter exhaustedly. "You finally found the bitty for you, and Blueberry's finally gonna have his forever home… A happy ending… Yaaaay…"

Chara nearly collapsed from her fatigue, but Webber and another employee caught her before she could fall, documents scattering everywhere as the spider monster had dropped them in his haste to get to her.

"No. Not a happy ending." Webber disagreed with a chuckle, papers fluttering around them. "This is their happy beginning."

Frisk quickly began filling out the adoption papers once they had all been gathered. Chara had already purchased nearly everything she would need to care for a bitty since she had been so sure that Frisk would be leaving this building with a pygmy skeleton monster in hand – and she was right. The only thing Chara hadn't bought was clothes, since she had no idea which type of bitty Frisk might adopt. While Frisk read over and signed the documents, Chara ran to the clothing section and back to show both new owner and bitty what the store had for sale. By the time they had selected enough clothing and got it paid for, she was on the last piece of paperwork.

"Now the only thing left to do is to give him a name and print it on the dotted line there." Webber instructed; how many times had he been through this scenario before with this same bitty? Unlike the previous occasions, he held high hopes that this would be the last time the lonely Blueberry would ever have to go through the lengthy adoption process.

Frisk tapped the end of her pen against the table in thought – she turned to the bitty seated next to her on the cool marble surface.

"I'LL BE HAPPY WITH WHATEVER NAME YOU CHOOSE. I REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY PREFERENCES OR OBJECTIONS TOWARDS MY NAMING – AS LONG AS IT IS CHOSEN WITH LOVE."

Even so, Frisk felt that his name needed to be special, something that was unique but wouldn't isolate him either. Something inspired…

"…Crescendo." She murmured, jotting it down on the dotted line before she could stop herself.

"Crescendo?" Chara inquired, looking at Frisk then down at the Blueberry bitty.

"Is that alright with you?" Frisk asked him, genuinely wanting his opinion.

"I… I LOVE IT. IT'S PERFECT…" He began sniffling again and Chara handed him a torn piece of tissue.

"Crescendo. It's a wonderful name." Webber agreed, taking the stack of papers from her.

Crescendo. The name resonated with her, because from this point onward, that word would resemble their HoPe. Crescendo - gradually rising; together.

And with that, Chara, Frisk and her new bitty friend Crescendo left the adoption center in higher spirits.

"See, you didn't believe me before, but I told you that for every good person there was a bitty out there for them!" Now that the drama was over, Chara believed that she had earned the right to brag.

"Okay, sure. You were right and I was wrong." Frisk admitted, flicking Chara on the nose. She stuck her tongue out at that.

"But I do still owe you dinner and there's just enough time left to go get something before Dad and Toriel call the cops to come looking for us. Are we still getting pizza?"

Frisk nodded. "What about you, Crescendo? Is pizza alright for dinner with you?"

"…CERTAINLY! I'D LOVE SOME!"

Frisk didn't miss that hesitant pause before he answered.

"You say that, but what you really want is tacos, right?"

He flinched, eye sockets wide with disbelief. How had she known?

"Look, I know that you agreed with me because you thought I'd be happy, but don't do that. You don't have to pretend to like what I do because you're afraid of how I'll react. You don't have to change at all, okay?"

"…OK." He said at last, feeling his SOUL flutter.

"So, do you want to take the bus, or do you want to go to the pizza place and the taco place then take the long way home?" Chara questioned.

"You mean after all that running, you're still asking?" Frisk raised an eyebrow at Chara's disheveled hair.

Chara shrugged. "A moonlight walk might be nice."

"While carrying two pizzas and a bag of tacos?" Frisk eyeballed.

"Whatever! Do you want to take the bus or not?" Chara huffed.

"Well-"

"Ah-ha! You didn't think I would, but I finally caught up to you!" A sudden loud voiced called out to them.

And there stomping up the sidewalk towards the two girls was the merchant from the farmer's market, foaming at the mouth with a Farmy bitty sitting on his shoulder wearing a tilted straw hat, a narrowed gaze, and his skeletal arms crossed.

"THOSE WERE MY CABBAGES!" He shouted, his declaration echoing through the empty street.

He stepped ever closer to them and they backwards, both girls holding their hands up defensively.

"Frisk, what do we do…?" Chara whispered fearfully.

"YOU HAVE BROKEN THE CELERY STALK ON THE BACK OF A SEA URCHIN! FOR THIS YOU MUST-"

"Bus! Bus, bus, bus! WE TAKE THE BUS!" Frisk yelled.

She grabbed Crescendo and tucked him inside the safety of her purse before retrieving her wallet and zipping him up within. She opened the wallet and threw the remainder of her money at the man as a distraction then grabbed Chara by the arm and dragged her onto the conveniently parked bus on the other side of the street. The bus then took off, the three having made their getaway and were on their way to finally getting dinner.

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this bittybones behavior is a mixture flirtatious and threatening, you can’t usually find them in bittybones adoption centers as they are hard to breed, you’re more likely to find this bitty in a dark and scary ally behind a dumpster, their habitats are places that breed fear, scaring people is funny to them.

they can alter data on electronic devices for spooky pranks or to hide something

gruesome snapping sound when their heads

Loyal if you get them to like you

Their flirts sound a vaguely threatening.

Smiles like they’re think about taking a bite out of you.

loves dumb jokes and puns

their smile gets wider when use they’re real sketchy sounding flirts

isn’t picky on food, will bite if given the chance,

nip if they like you, bites hard to tear flesh off if not

Easy to please each time you fed them they like you more

hard to read their expressions

will refer to owner they like as sweets example, SugarPop, Snickers, Butterfingers, ect.

if they start you calling you meat you better get them to like you fast or they will leave taking one of your fingers with them,

Bottom of the ribs broken makes it hard for them to eat much,

will let you dull the edges of thier ribs if they trust you,

Saw one swallow a rat it killed whole after I did that, 

The more they eat the bigger they get from 6inchs to a max of 8ft.

likes small and cute things or just cute things

surprisingly good at handling people with anxiety

they will scare anything or anyone that scares you

Adoption from center requires you to sign a contract agreeing you know what you getting into by adopting one and they are not responsible for any injure cause by the adopted bitty.

Adoption from in wild requires you feeding it every day when you see it for three days, you’ll just see it in your house later when you get home. 

not every one acts exactly the same some have slightly different mannerisms

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((from an Au inspire by horrortale and underlust that I’m making, this version of Sans is named Snap, his brother Crackle is a good boy. 

here’s the quick but not so quick version. their au was an underlust au on their first timeline, their timelines frisk only killed Asgore and flowey then left, and things went wrong, Undyne became queen, Toriel never left the ruins, Undyne decide all humans were to be killed and used for meat as revenge for her friends death,when the next humans fell they reached hotland before the we killed and butchered for meat.

Papyrus didn’t agree and neather did a half the other monsters ,papyrus didn’t agree because he had made friend with the human who killed Asgore, Sans didn’t agree cause he had told the lady behind the door what was going on and she made him promise her he wouldn’t do as Undyne decreed. Undyne was enraged by this, invited Papyrus and Sans over and forced it down their throats.

the damage was done, ya see human flesh is not something monsters are supposed to eat, it corrupts and twists their magic and mind, the more you eat the more insane it makes you. While thier magic was being twisted Undyne who was no longer sane attacked them. Snap got a hole in his head and broken ribs that will never heal, paps got turned into a pile of bone shattered bones.

surprisingly Papyrus didn’t dust, but that was due to his magic being twisted the way it was. he pulled himself back together grabbed his brother and ran home, his body has a cracked pattern all over it and he can collapse into a pile of bone shards on command, good for an ambush attack, he lost some of his pieces of his head in his daring escape.

he has a hole in the roof of his mouth where the spear entered and a hole in the left side of his head from the exit taking part of his eye socket with it. he will never get those parts back, when they got back to Snowdin, Papyrus told everyone what happened and Sans went to Tori to tell her what happened, Toriel invited anyone who was against Undyne’s madness into the ruins, the ruins expanded it reached the barrier on that side of the mountain.

The underground is divided in a civil war monsters that agree with the old queen and monsters that agree with the new, the new opening in the barrier drew the interest humans who were curious about some of the mountain suddenly collapsing, unfortunately the are now entrances to the underground all over the mountain now,

Undyne doesn’t even think about the barrier to deep in her maddness, Tori does thou, the monsters on the old queens side including Sans and Papyrus are tasked with finding seven humans and bringing them back alive, they plan to with the help of those humans break the barrier and blow the core causing the underground to collapse and killing all the monsters on Undynes side as well as the mad queen herself. oh and the corruption changes the color of their magic((it is almost 11pm rn so i’m sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes))

[r3db3ans]

5 - BITTYBONES ARE BEING REAL?

? : hey weirdo, your hen is carrying a fucking corpse.

Me : ...Wha??? You're joking, or lying about something, she can't. She's... too small... at least for me.

?: why would i lie about this kind of shit? just go see by yourself.

Me : ...Can't you just show me where is my lil' chicken right now..?

? : ....

Me : ....

? : 'right, but you take my jacket, and don't you even dare to get it dirty...

? : see? SEE????

Me : ....Oh, this kind of corpse.

a few moments later ...

DAY 2 - 12:23 AM

The little buddy said that he saw my chicken carrying a ... 'corpse'

Looks like it was another little skeleton.

...

So...i guess he wasn't lying?

Maybe I should ask them their names. It's going to be hard to talk to each other otherwise...

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[stillheresanctuary]

Where To Adopt

It’s come to my attention that there’s no real full on database of bittybones that are currently being put up for adoption. There have been several attempts to be sure, most notably the primary old blog by fucken-crybaby @bittybones-au but also a blog I recently came across known as the @bittywiki​. However, these are usually conglomerate reblogs of just the bittybones profiles and aren’t really about maintaining a catalog of active stores and creators.

The following is a work in progress listing of adoption communities, organized by their levels of activity and interaction. Creators, please feel free to contact me so I can add you to the list!

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Free-For-All: These communities have created bittybones that are basically up for grabs and have no need for permissions for one to be able to have a bitty. However, they also usually have very low interaction and won’t provide adoption scenarios or shop owner interaction.

+ @bittybones-au (the original, now non moderated au blog) + @boe-someone (technically not their bitty blog but the creator of Yanderetale has mentioned several times that their creations are entirely up for grabs) +

Shop Fronts: These communities are fairly open and usually very free with their bitties, but they have more interaction and will provide either shop interaction or adoption scenarios. Not super active, but mostly due to high demand.

+ @vex-bittys (creator of Lamiatale) + @gigglesbittyblog (creator of Blank bitties) + @starlitsunset-adoptions (@stars-with-citrus’ relatively new blog) +

Adoption Agencies: These communities are usually more exclusive, requiring permission to be asked before adopting and often having custom scenarios and even artwork at times. These tend to be less active but this is due to their attention to detail.

+ @blacksheepbittybones + @scaryskelemama (not 100% sure here, creator of Pumpkin/Puddin horrotale bitties)

Artisinal Creations: Incredibly exclusive communities that will often require extensive backgrounds and surveys before allowing the adoption of a bitty. Some of these even build sculptures of bitties for sale. BE PATIENT if you are adopting from one of these places, they require more time but the results are WELL worth the wait.

+ @floatingbonez (drider bitties like my Bahadur!) + @bittybones2 (art dolls by boe-someone) + @greenstarsartblog (art doll commissions, very low activity) + 

[dotchi13]

The Bitties are here and the Ask Box is Open!

A big heaping thanks to @calmchapsart for making this, it looks adorable! 

Okay so I have been searching the tags for Bittybones and I really couldn’t find any of them for the darker Sans’ (Guess that makes sense considering where they came from and not a lot of people want Bitties that are able to kill them, so...).

But with the making of my fic ‘It All Started With a Mistake’: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16587800/chapters/38873285 I had decided I wanted to make profiles on the bitties, their types and other things. If you want to learn more about them that I don’t get into here and go more in depth, just send me an ask and I or the Bitties themselves can answer you! 

That’s right, we have Murder, Toriel, Horror, Nightmare and Killer here to answer all questions to the fic or to their types in General. (You can also give them things to respond to if so inclined or ask them personal questions unless stated otherwise.)

Murder Bitties (Dusttale): 

Personality: Murder Bitties carry quite a loathing for themselves and other Sans types, though no one really knows why, and if left alone with another Sans bitty Murder’s will fall into a deep depression and will either ignore their existence, isolating themselves from going anywhere other than their own home and/or start violent fights that may end in the other Sans Bitty’s dusting if not strong enough, even if it is from anything as light-hearted as a Baby Blue or a Dream. If given another bitty to bond with, they bond hard and fast, and will always stick by the other bitty’s side to give them protection even if the other bitty is in no danger, and will be extremely territorial no matter the nature of the relationship.

Likes: Finding ways to vent (Like Drawing or Sparring), Caring for the Bitties they have bonded with and Going with their Whims, morbid jokes. 

Dislikes: Sans Bitties, Nightmares, Feeling Cornered or Being given limited options.

Clear Warnings: You have to be Willing to buy more than one bitty and they cannot be only Sans’, even a Little Bro (Underswap Papyrus) can help Murders stay stable. Be patient and Understanding, and if you have any Sans Bitties of any kind make sure they steer clear of one another. Toriels or Papyrus’ of any kind will sate their need for companionship best, though Murders will bond with any other bitty around, Being Alone will drive them insane and their coping mechanism comes in the form of something known as ‘The Phantom Papyrus’.

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Horror Bitties (Horrortale):

Personality: They are almost always Hungry and Always looking for food to eat, to stash and keep close by, always give him your scraps or he will hate you until you learn your lesson. If in the company of Papyrus or Toriel he will feed them first before eating himself, and if in the presence of multiple Papyri or Toris he will feed Teeths and Mumchers first (Horrortale Papryus’ and Toriels). If you provide the food he will actively be your guard dog, viciously protecting you from outside forces with his teeth or whatever sharp thing he can get his hands as he’ll dust first before letting a food source of his die, food being the best thing to bond him to you.

Likes: Food, Being Lazy, Axe Plushies, Naps, Dark Jokes, and more food.

Dislikes: Aggressive Bitties, Undyne Bitties, Anyone whom Wastes Food, Anyone whom would withhold food from anyone for any reason.

Clear Warnings: Never ever withhold food from a Horror Bitty unless you like being cut. Never take a Horror Bitty’s Axe plushie, or they will find another source of comfort from something much more dangerous. Always have food on hand for them and in their vicinity, they are ones for late night snacks. If there is any actively aggressive bitties in your home, never ever let them be around each other, Horrors will only take their demanding personality for a short amount of time with quiet hatred before he actively tries to tear their throats out, something that occurs even faster when the aggressive bitty is facing a bitty Horror protects.

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Nightmare Bitties (Dreamtale): 

Personality: Nightmare Bitties are perceptive, sarcastic and demanding, though at their core all they really want is someone to appreciate them and their abilities. Though that does not happen often, seeing as they have the ability to create nightmares and always gives them to everyone in their vicinity as an incentive for others to try and get on their good side, and when they do, the Nightmare bitty then eats the nightmares they once gave the owners and other bitties as a reward. They are responsible bitties and if told to devote themselves to a cause (Eating the Nightmares of a PTSD-suffering Owner or keeping a Killer in check), they devote themselves to the cause as it makes them feel like people and bitties appreciate them, however be wary as if you put them to a short-term cause they will likely destroy all the work put into it so they still have a purpose being alive and around. 

Likes: Nightmares, Visiting people in Nightmares, Nightmare fuel movies or stories, Dark Humor, Being appreciated and valued.

Dislikes: Stupidity, Murderous Bitties trying to kill them (Never works), Being Told to their Face they are only tolerated because of their abilities and not for them being a sentient and companionable bitty.

Clear Warnings: Do not get them if you are not prepared for nightmares at the beginning of owning them, you can gain the bitty’s trust and love fast with well-placed compliments and care, but you have to be prepared for at least a couple of nights having bad dreams, and if you already have constant nightmares do not think they will suddenly stop on the first night, it will take a little bit of time, he will come to visit you in them and learn your worst fears. Also never abuse them, at some point they will dig into the walls of your home, curl up into a ball and fall into a coma, and everyone in radius will become worse and worse as Nightmares will magnetize all negative emotions to themselves until getting enough power to make their owners start seeing their nightmares in real life and drive them to becoming certifiably insane or worse. 

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Killer Bitties:

Personality: Their Souls are warped with determination, an extremely rare bitty that is usually only bought by Experts that want to complete their collections, they only have a small range of emotions, Apathy, Hatred and Amusement, you are able to tell what they are feeling from the black sludge trailing down his maxilla (cheekbones), that being liquid hatred. Being that they are so unable to feel things, they are quite violent and will actively seek out other bitties to dust for amusement unless having a tight leash on them by a Nightmare or Color bitty to keep the Killer bitty stable. If a Nightmare is looking over them, Killers will be kept from wanting to kill and will be more open to Amusement, but that is about it, there will be no further improvements, while a Color watching over a Killer can help him feel all emotions and will even help him become reformed to a Classic Sans with permanent black tears and a red soul on display.

(Base-level Killer) Likes: Killing living creatures, Morbid Jokes, Torture, Doing things to ruin people’s day, Protective Bitties seeing as they are easy to mess with. 

(Base-Level Killer) Dislikes: Being punished for the things they find enjoyable, Being Bored.

Clear Warning: Never EVER buy a Killer without a Nightmare or Color unless you like attempts to your life and your bitties being dusted. 

[vex-bittys]

Hey, Miss Vex! If you could, could you ignore my first ask, if it wasn't eaten? My second has the lamias I'd like to adopt. I really should have waited a day or so to send that. Thank you!

(Sorry about the mix-up!)

*You already have a few rescued bittybones in your family, but this time you’re determined to actually adopt a few bitties from a real bittybones shop (and maybe pick up some treats for the bitties that you already have). You know that you want a Chain, a Krait, and a King, so your destination is obvious. You’re going to the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center. As you walk towards the front entrance, you feel like you’re being watched... and the little tug you feel in your chest makes you certain that the watcher is a Chain. Instead of going into the shop, you take a seat on a bench outside and wait.

*It doesn’t take long before you see the furtive lamia. He’s peering at you from around the corner of the building. You pretend that you don’t see him even though you can feel his presence in your very SOUL. When you glance back, he’s gone, but you can feel him nearby. There he is again, though he appears to be pointing at you and saying something to someone behind him. Interesting! A second skull appears right above the Chain’s, a skull with red eyelights and the folds of a cobra hood. A King! They quickly disappear out of sight, perhaps realizing that they’ve been spotted.

*You begin to whistle as in a very exaggerated way, looking around (up, down, anywhere but at the corner of the building), generally doing your best to demonstrate that these lamias are indeed masters of stealth and camouflage. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot them peeking again, but this time there are three skulls- a King on top, a Chain in the middle, and a smaller Krait skull at the bottom. With your foot, you nudge your bag until it tips over with the opening facing the lamia. You resume Not Looking at Them. They try to sneak, but they are terrible at it, and it’s a struggle not to laugh.

(Artwork by redkammy)

*The Chain and the King hurriedly push the Krait into the bag. The King nods towards you and pantomimes flaring his hood. The Chain shakes his head. You can’t hold it in anymore. You start laughing. You tell the Chain that you can feel his SOUL calling to yours and that you accept the bond. You encourage the King to do his display. You reach into your bag and give the Krait a gentle scritch on the skull. You don’t know why you ever expected a normal adoption, but you’re happy with the results.

[theskeletongames]

Do the bittybones own big dollhouses if they fit and maybe the bitty houses with tiny real furnitures or tiny food? Just being curious ;)

They’re probably too big for most dollhouses. And I think a few of them may have too much pride or be too lazy to use a dollhouse. mostly they hang out with, and rely on their larger counterparts... if their larger counterparts will tolerate it. I think most of them like their food super sized anyway.

[letsallbecalmchaps]

do you have any ut fic recommendations

I do indeed :) These should all be found on Ao3 and i’ll try not to recommend any NSFW focused ones

Above, by @simplelovelyfanfics. This is admittedly one of my favourite UT stories. It’s a none romance story where it’s been about a decade since monsters have come up and they’ve settled on Ebott. They are still adjusting and being accepted by the government and the Reader is hired as Frisk’s assistant. It’s really well written and develops the character’s and world while exploring some of the politcs and how it can effect those it applies to.

Next i’ll say Six Skeletons One Maid by @raccoonsinqueen, The House next door by @battlemaiden13 and Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady by @tyranttortoise. These are Reverse haremy stories featuring mostly the UT US UF skelebros (+SF for hnd). These are really good with unique characters and situations so they don’t feel like the same story rehashed.

These are Our Days by @trashcandisaster is similar to above as the reader gets involved in the politics to help monsters (this time managing social media) but this is a Sans/Reader fic. It’s a slow burn and really focuses on the characters relationships so the development between them feels natural.

In Other Words by freidacay is a oneshot showing snippets of the reader and sans’s relationship developing. It’s short but sweet. (Does have some NSFW but not loads)

Chipping Away by Voice_of_Mischief. It’s a horrortale (Undertomb as its now called) Sans/Reader. It’s also a slow burn as the Reader is trapped in a very dangerous underground with Frisk. It’s surprisingly sweet to watch how Sans starts to open up and befriend the Reader in a strange Camaraderie though it does have gore if that puts you off.

Live a Little, also by Voice_of_Mischief, is a fluffy G!Sans/Reader in which G meets and starts encouraging the socially anxious reader to ‘live a little’. Admittedly very sweet and a fun read though it’s not finished.

Dreams of Hope and Happiness by Unrenowned_Writer is a Papyrus/Reader where Reader has fallen underground with Frisk and goes on to befriend the skeletons.

Papyrus Dates a Bird: A Tale of Sorrow, Happiness and a Little Thing Called Love by WatteauYouDoing. An adorable story with an awkward bird mage Reader being befriended by Papyrus and eventually finding love.

Between Time and Space by CrossBladeWing. A not human not monster Reader befriends the monster gang. It’s Sans/Reader but it’s the embodiment of the phrase ‘slow burn’.

Cutie and the Beast Next Door by YetAnotherSkeletonFan is a bara UF Sans/Reader based off @plushysins version of Red. Is overall adorable

A Place where Wind and Feathers return by @queenbritkiir it’s a Gaster/Reader fic and it’s really good showing Gaster befriending a coffee shop owner

Irrefutably Yours by Corriander1975 a bnch of short chapters detailing Gaster and Readers relationship as it develops. It’s really sweet though there’s a few scenes with Gaster struggling to cope with his PTSD from the void if that might upset some people.

Under the Mountain and The Space Between by @treacherousthoughts UF Sans with a haphephobic reader and G!Sans with a soulmate reader.

A Swirl of Colour and Multiverses by Kamuucab. Reader befriends Ink after Error attacks their home but an accident leaves them stranded in other AU’s

Time Forgot by ClockworkFlames. an interesting story where Reader fell before Frisk and stayed with Toriel. They can remember the resets but the seem to be being easily forgotten and ignored by others after Frisks first few runs

Full Ace or Demi? a thoughtful and provoking set of moments from the eternal screaming void and a turtle by tinyThalassian. A very strange Sans/reader with just different interactions with their relationship. It’s a weird story but entertaining never the less.

Speakeasy Soul by nighttimelights. A Mafia Sans/Reader. Reader is a singer in Grillbys speakeasy and due to events from a rival gang comes to meet Sans. It’s very well written and keeps the tension between them well

Chemistry of Cooking and Other Odd Events by Agraulis_Vanillae. A Papyrus/Reader where they meet in College though there’s more to it then that. It aslo has some fun extra chapters featuring different AU’s

Ties that Bind by Yuukaze. Reader is pulled from their universe into UT and accidently soul bonds with Sans. It’s set right after Chara/Asriel so they are stuck with Sans during a time of great tension against humans underground.

Stolen with Friendship, Captured by Love by Teddy_Feathers. A cute Papyrus/Reader where they are neighbours and start a routine where they come over and cook together.

Hopeless Dreams by Secret_Seeker. Abused Reader finds that when they sleep they strangely have dreams of the game undertale. They find that what happens there effects real life. Sans is suspicious though. I like this as there’s alot of secrets tying the 2 worlds together in a grand scheme and it doesn’t follow the cliche instantly liked by Sans as some fics do. (there’s also implications of a soulmates AU as well this)

Now for some Bittybones

His Name was Bob by @lywellen Reader is a vet who adopts an Edgy Bitty. Cute story but does have angst pertaining to his past and their family

Just a Little Offbeat by Kharens_End. Stray Baby Blue and Lil Bro (US Bros) are adopted by the Reader after they save them during a storm. It’s sweet but there’s alot of emotional recovery as they learn to trust and open up to the Reader.

In Case You Didn’t Know by @ladygoofy. Bitty Sans is adopted by a Cop Reader after being abandoned.

More than just Bones and Feathers by ChibiKittens. In a world where Mages magic transformed them into more animalistic beings, a bird Reader adopts a Sansy after saving him from death during a bitty hunt.

Bitty Reader Adventures by rivethart. The Reader is the bitty in a bunch of oneshots where they’re adopted by different AU’s

Is it Alright if I Call Your Name/May These days Never End Series by @jubilantwriter An abused Brassberry is adopted by the Reader. Warning as the first story in the series has character death in it.

Monsters Should be Cute by @tellcosy a Horrortale/Undertomb Sans bitty is adopted by Reader after being returned to the store they work at

Keen Eyes and Fragile Hearts by Khurious. Stray @alphalionessartsblog alpha tale bitties are adopted by Reader

Trust by KeetahSpacecat. Grillby adopts the experimental baby blaster Sans and Papyrus.

Butterscotch and Bones by Kaliawai512. Based of @zarla-s handplates/momplates AU, Toriel adoptes Gasters 2 experiments 1-S and 2-P. Very sweet and it has a realsitic approach to how abused children cope and explores the dynamics of how the situation has affected the characters.

So I went a bit overboard with this but oh well