#adoptable bitty

There is a crash outside. The dragon has been doing evening chores in the shop, closing the till, cleaning up, filing paperwork and the like. They startle at the sound. It sounds like one of the old metal cans fell over and bounced off something, but why? Raccoons don't come out this early and cats don't typically hunt around here due to the more aggressive bitty. They head to the back door cautious but not too worried as they slowly open the heavy metal security door. They look around, and yes the can is overturned, its contents spilled everywhere. 

A sigh leaves the dragon as they move to pick up the spilled contents. Thankfully it's not too bad. After getting the thing pretty much clean they startle as a small figure dashes out of the mess and behind a bigger dumpster. 

“Oh… now who is this?”

They ask as they lift the can upright and move it carefully out of the way.

“Who is there? It's okay. If you are hungry we can find you food. I promise it's okay.”

Whoever was there had to be hungry digging through the trash like this. Many bitty are often found digging through tossed food to find themselves a meal. 

Slowly the small figure leans out muttering with another before pulling away and stepping out from under the dumpster. He smiles and waves a bright expression on his face. A tiny human figure with oddly patterned skin and a white mohawk. He has mismatched eyes and a wild kind of grin that promised this one was trouble. 

“Hi! We are hungry!”

There was a hiss from under the dumpster and the new bitty turns around. 

“Well too late they know you are here so there!” 

He sticks out his tongue before turning to look back at them and grins brightly once more. His mismatched eyes always different whenever you looked. 

“”My name is Ink!”

He chirped, and another irate sound came from their hiding spot. He rolled his eyes and stormed under the dumpster. There was a few banging sounds and a small crash before the Ink walked back out with his friend

“This is Error!”

He yelled his arm hooked with the very irate bitty. He was dark skinned with blue hair pulled up and back. He had the stereotypical eye colors, and periodic flickers of static and glitches that grew worse when he was in a heightened state. A small human Error. 

“I-I-Ink” 

He hissed, pulling away, his voice oddly deep for one so small. 

“Too late they saw you and now we eat!” 

He cheered as if this was the answer to everything. The two bitty look like they have been roughing it for a while. They did not have the look of the feral bitty who live mostly wild in the city. Their clothes were tattered and dirty, hair was messed up and they both looked like they were in good need of a hot meal, warm bath, and a good night's sleep. 

“You two are newborns aren't you?”

“W-we are n-no-not babies”

The error hisses and a chuckle leaves them 

“Sorry I didn't think you were. It's just a term used to mean bitty that just came to be”

“Yep, that's us!” Ink shouts “We were born/formed together!” 

The Ink was just as excitable as every other variant they had seen. They can't help but smile at his energy.

“Well I do have food inside and bitty sized showers. Digging in the trash probably is not the most fun. If you two want to come in for a while we can get you cleaned up and fed. After that we can decide what to do next? I don't mind helping you find a forever home, or you know sending you off in the direction to help you find one yourself”

“N-no-no”

The error hisses before his companion vibrates excitedly.

“YES!!”

“I-Ink!”

“Oh come on RuRu you have been complaining about stinking for a while now. They are giving us food and a free bath!”

“And clean clothes and a place to sleep if you want it”

The Ink gasps

“Do you hear that RuRu? It's getting better!”

He cheered, walking over to the dragon that grin still plastered on his face, but oddly it looked just fine on him, and, holding his hands up like a child wanting to be carried.

The dragon smiles offering him their hand and he hops up the smile never leaving his face. He is lighter than he looks, his skin warm, and those ever changing eyes a sign of strong magic which buzzes against their fingers where he touches. To be expected for these two 

“Come on RuRu. They have safe marks. It's safe here they won't lie to us” 

“I still don't trust em” 

He crossed his arms looking away his hair flipping over his shoulder as he moves; punctuating his mood

“You don't trust anyone RuRu” 

“E-except you”

“Except me” 

He agreed dutifully. 

They waited while the two bitty seemed to be debating their fate even without words. Before long though Error sighs and turns around

“F-F-Fine but don’t say I didn't warn you” 

He points at his companion accusingly. Ink just cheers as he throws his hands up, happy as  his companion “twin” walks over. 

The dragon smiles offering him their other hand and he rolls his eyes shoving it away by the thumb before he uses his strings to catch their arm climbing up to the shoulder and sitting down

“Onward biggie!”

He snapped and they could not help but laugh as they do just that walking into the shop with both of them. 

“Alright alright you don't have to tell me twice” 

They say in an amused tone. They carefully step back into their shop already thinking of what they would need to set these boys up regardless of if they eat and run, or if they decide to stay.

Tex Bitty

Tex is an Agender bitty who is okay with all pronouns, but prefers they/them.

Feed them meat once a week to keep them healthy and happy!!!

Tex bitties sleep more than most bitties, but not as much as an Original Sans. Generally, they fall asleep at 2am and wake up sometime around 10am. They’ll attempt to adjust their sleep schedule to match yours, but are not always successful. Don’t get mad at them if they can’t keep your hours; they’re trying their best to spend time with you.

The flame atop their head can be submerged in water and be just fine; they are not a Grillbitty, and as such have no issues with water or fire. Despite their wax figure, they only melt when they get truly angry; their wax will re-form into their natural bitty form.

Their height ranges from 3 to 4 inches tall, though a few have been known to reach 6 inches tall.

Tex bitties can get along with many bitties; high-energy and high-stress-inducing bitties like Cherry and Baby Blues will cause them emotional turmoil if they do not have a safe space away from these bitties, so make sure such a place is prepared. They also do not take well to being bossed around by anyone, and will get into arguments with bitties like Boss if a compromise cannot be reached.

Tex bitties can cry, and their tears take the form of small lumps of wax streaking down their cheeks. They will cry over movies, characters, even things that make you sad; they will not (and seem unable to) cry over themselves, no matter how upset and emotionally distressed they become. Keep communication open with them, as they make their wants and needs known as they arise.

Tex bitties also do not go through any forms of a heat, and are lacking the parts needed to endure such things. A Tex Bitty may choose to create these parts for themselves, and can choose how sensitive these parts are; however, in their normal state, the only opening they have is their mouth--even that can be voluntarily sealed shut, should the need arise.

The colors of a Tex Bitty’s flames show their moods. Keep an eye on the flame; Tex Bitties are good actors, and can pretend to be happy and content when in reality they are incredibly upset. If their flame appears to have a cyan-blue center, no matter the color of the rest of the flame, then your Tex Bitty is suffering from suppressed sadness and/or depression.