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When you first heard about Mama Crybaby’s Bitty Adoption Center, you had been unsure. Sure, you had seen a few of the little monsters with their owners on the street, and my god were they adorable, but you weren’t sure adopting one was right for you. They were so tiny you were afraid you would hurt them. But working from home made you lonely, and you wanted a companion. After a few weeks of research, you decided that checking out the center wouldn’t hurt.
Walking into the shop, you were greeted by a tall rabbit monster with sandy fur and thick red hair. She had multiple piercings on her lovely long ears and a rather friendly smile. A bitty was perched on her shoulder, chattering to her softly with a stern look on his little face.
“Oh, welcome to Mama Crybaby’s Bitty Adoption Center! I’m Mama Crybaby, but you can call me Cry. How can I help you today?” She said happily as the Bitty waved at you.
“Oh, um hi. I’m, um, just here to look.” You say, rubbing the back of your head.
Cry nodded in understanding, “Well, the information about the Bitties is on the posters, if you have any questions just ask me. Its playtime right now, if you want you can meet them.”
You nodded, and followed her down a short hallway behind the counter to a door. Cry warned you to watch your step as she hopped over a small plastic wall keeping the more adventurous Bitties from escaping. There were about a few dozen of them, little skeletons and flame creatures, running about. You noticed a few in bright clothing, while others seemed more muted. A rather flamboyant skeleton with a shirt that read “Bitch” was sitting on a pile of costume jewelry, glaring at the others. A some were napping on a large pillow, cuddling with each other. There were a few little tanks on an upper shelf, too. Most were empty, but there were a couple with single Bitties, either pacing or hiding.
“Those little guys are in heat right now and have to be separated from the others,” Cry said when you asked, “They aren’t up for adoption right now either, because of it. Well, just take a seat and the little ones will come to you.”
So you sat down on the floor, and almost immediately overwhelmed by tiny faces staring up at you. A chorus of “Hi!” “Hello!” and “Who are you?” erupted from the group. As you began to interact with them, answering questions and talking to the tiny creatures, you couldn’t help but smile. A few had hidden when you had entered, and were cautiously peeking out and watching you. The longer you were around them, the more you could see the appeal of them. It was amazing, how each one had such a different personality. Unfortunately, none of them seemed quite right for you. Yes, they were cute and quirky, but something was just off.
About half an hour into interacting with the Bitties, you were beginning to lose hope. You had spoken to the emotional Cherry Bitties, and their anxiety only made yours go up. The Teacup, Pappy and Baby Blues were just a bit too clingy for you, and the shy little Rays and Meeks just didn't go with your personality. The Lil Bros and Bosses weren’t interested in you, though that wasn’t much of a surprise. Just as you moved to stand up, you felt a sharp pain in your hand. You let out a yelp of pain and jerked your hand back, glaring down.
Looking up at you with a shit eating grin, a bit of your blood trickling down his chin, was an Edgy Bitty. His little red eyes were glowing with glee, and in the blink if an eye he teleported a few feet away, out of your reach. The other, helpful Bitties came to your aid, asking if you were ok. After you calmed them down, you stood up and told them all bye. As you stepped over the barrier, separating yourself from them, you looked over your shoulder at the Edgy that had bitten you. He seemed to be getting scolded by another Bitty, but he looked so proud of himself, his little golden tooth shining as he smiled. For some reason, it felt wrong to you, leaving him with the others. It made your chest ache, like you were leaving a friend behind.
You left the center, Cry calling for you to visit again soon, and went back to your flat. That night you couldn’t help but think of that little Bitty, running your fingers over the bite he had given you. You fell asleep, images of boney, red slippered feet running through your dreams.