Please give me some good ol’ fell sans bitty headcanons
~ You, my dear, was a cold person with anger issues. Every single day you would spend locked up in your house, and whenever someone tried to enter your little haven, you would get aggressive with them, as a fit of anger would start rising inside of you.
~ Worried about your worsening mental and physical health, your older sibling decided that you needed to have someone near you. To get you a bitty that might help you become a little better. To help you understand what it means to not only take care of yourself but take care of another life too.
~ Your older sibling wanted to get you something like a Sansy or a baby blue, so you would get someone that would try to help you as much as possible, but while driving to the bitty adoption center, your older sibling decided that for the sake of the bitty, it was best to not get someone who might be too sensitive, or someone who just won’t be able to accept your violent outbursts.
~ When your older sibling arrived at the bitty show, their hope to get you something was pretty low. No matter the bitties that they would look at, they just didn’t fit into what they wanted to get you. Even if they liked a certain bitty, they thought that they were either too violent for you or not violent enough for someone of your spirit.
~ Just as your sibling was about to give up, one bitty caught their eye. It was in the rescue bitty side. And that bitty was an Edgy. But unlike the other Edgy rescues, this one was in his own corner, doing something, and not trying to fight with everyone else, like the rest of the Edgy bitties. That intrigued you, causing you to wonder why this single bitty was so much different.
~ Your sibling decided to enquire more about this bitty from the store manager and heard that that bitty was quite different from all other Edgy’s. His name was Jam, and he wasn’t as violent as the rest of the Edgy bitties. He didn’t ruin stuff of their owners, and he didn’t try to pick fights with other bitties, but one thing that many owners didn’t like was that Jam loved to bite. And he loved to bite a lot. Said that he needed to claim his owners so no other bitties would try to steal them from him.
~ For whatever reason, your sibling thought that would be the perfect bitty for someone like you. With that, your sibling picked the bitty up from the shop and decided to bring it to you.
~ The bitty bit your sibling several times, and your sibling wanted to hit the bitty for that but decided to control themselves. This bitty was going to be yours, so they wouldn’t need to deal with this for longer than the drive over to where you lived.
~ After delivering the bitty over to your door, they didn’t stick around for long, leaving you two to get to know each other. To say the least, you two didn’t really get along all that well.
~ Jam expected someone kind and perfect for him, and instead, he got you, a cold and distant person with anger problems. This was the complete opposite of what he wanted in a family member, but he couldn’t exactly go back into the shop either...
~ Like this, your cohabitation started with Jam. You would provide for him what he needed, and give him stuff if he asked you something, but you barely talked to him. In general, you two avoided one another.
~ Everything changed when jam had a nightmare about how his life in the shop was. You, unfortunately, heard and found him crying. He expected you to call him disgusting, pathetic, or kick him out, but instead, you sighed and offered to sleep with you.
~ Ever since then, you and Jam had started to get more and more along. You were still cold, but Jam finally started to accept you as his family member. He loved you, even if you didn't show that you loved him back.
~ Soon after, Jam finally started to bite you, claiming you as his own. And the best part was that you never seemed to care too much about the bites, never trying to hide them if they were in visible places.
~ Jam knew that this might not have been the dream place that he wanted, but this was perfect too. This was his home, and he knew that with time... You would open your heart to him too.
