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"Are you sure it's a good idea?" the quiet voice of the bitty curled against her chest made the middle-aged woman stop for a moment. Her pale lips curled into a sad smile as she nodded, brining her lips down on the little thing's forehead. His cheeks flushed a brighter blue and his blue flames - or well, whatever had made his little body up - flared up with glee at the gentle form of affection.
"She has been alone for so long. I think you two is all she needs to open up a little," the woman reached into her pocket for her other companion who was snoring quietly, looking so much smaller than when he was awake. Her heart pained at the thought of not seeing them for at least a short while, but if it meant that she could help her daughter in any way..."As long as you behave, my dear, I'm sure that everything will be fine."
The woman took a deep breath and placed the little things on the doormat in front of the worn-looking wooden door before laying down a letter next to them. She knew that her actions screamed coward, but she could not face the inhabitant of the small apartment. Not after...
Before she could have decided that her plan was truly rotten and went back on it, she patted the bitties one last time before taking off as quick as she could. She had even failed to knock: though that had been her initial idea. Knock and run away like a fool.
There were tears in her eyes as she fled, finding her car in the crowded parking lot within minutes. It had taken her such a short time to accomplish her mission: she should have felt pride. But she did not, as the only emotions swelling in her chest was an overwhelming emptiness. It mercilessly clawed at her soul, turning her gaze dark and thoughts even darker. Her hands clutched the wheel as she sped off, ignoring all limitations. All she knew was that she had to get away.
"I'm sorry." she yelled to herself, feeling bare: naked in her own car. Her voice rose and rose as she repeated the same word again and again, near hysterics. She knew well that what she had done was wrong, that she should have done something else, but... She was not brave enough.
The bitties trembled near each other, curled up into the tiny blankets their old owner had given them. It was odd to call her that: she had barely taken them home and now, she had left. Neither of them had ever been returned to the shop they had been adopted from and therefore, the mere concept of having another new owner in such short time was alien to them.
"Do you think something bad is gonna happen?" the little-blue flame asked, voice quivering. He had never been so scared in his short life. After all, they were out in the open, left on a doorstep with a letter and nothing else. What if they were only noticed when it was late? Or... if something bad happened to them?
The other bitty did not reply for a long time. He was now sitting cross-legged, leaning ahead a bit as he eyes the door suspiciously, hunting for a bell that could save their skin.
He chuckled deeply to himself at the stupidity of his mere thoughts, looking down at his bony phalanges. It was funny because he had no skin. Humans called him a skeleton.
"i don't care," he said finally, voice low untrue. He did care, even if he dared not admit it to himself or his companion. After all, they needed food to survive. And to have food, they needed an owner. They were not rats or something akin: they could not just live off scraps they found in dumpsters. He had stories of bitties that had been abandoned and met such a fate. While it was completely possible for them to survive for a week or maybe two, their little bodies have not been brought into the world for that. They were not weak: they had magic. But... they needed humans. As sappy and twisted it needed, they depended on the presence of the humans they bonded with. Even those who were considered loners craved for contact and the like, mainly because it acted like fuel in their bodies. Their souls fed off the attention, the love they received. Surely, they needed food to function as well, but humans were something they needed more. If a bitty was thrown out by its owner and were not taken in by someone else or taken back to the shops they came from, they were to surely die within a week or so.
At the sheer thought of how strong and weak they were at the same time, the skeleton-bitty snarled to himself, his left eye flaring red with his magic for a moment. He nodded to himself before standing up, raising his hand with a sigh. There was no bell: all he could do was knock and hope that whoever was inside the apartment would hear. And that he did, bringing his knuckles down the firm wood with enough strength to make some noise, but not enough to injure himself.
The other bitty slowly stood as well, his blue flame-like hands banging softly against the wood as well just a short minute later."Someone, please?" he asked, polite as ever. At that, the skeleton just rolled his eyes. His companion was so odd, even when their life could depend on it.
Just as they were ready to give up, having knocked for many, many minutes, they finally heard the telltale sounds of a key being turned: finally, someone was letting them in!
"Uh..yeah?" asked a weak, raspy voice. It came from the small, thin human that opened the door, only her head sticking out."Are you guys lost?" breathless she seemed to be, leaning against the door, as if opening it had cost her much energy.
"uh. no?" it was the skeleton bitty that spoke up, his voice rough but unsure. He eyes the human warily. Did their old owner really think that such a scrawny, weak thing could take care of them? He highly doubted it.
"Then..what?" came the reply, unsure and hoarse as the young woman finally stepped outside, closing the door behind her delicately."Are you looking for someone?"
It was the flame-like bitty that spoke next, sticking out his tiny hand: he wanted to shake her finger as it had been taught to him by their old owner."We are looking for you. I think!" he said sweetly."I'm Curly and this is Edgy!" he said, feeling as if that was the right thing to do.
Because the moment he finished his little speech, the human broke.