Hmm I would have say, you never know, maybe superglue its teeth so it won’t bite neither, but I’m really against glue for a cat toy, could end up being dangerous for the cat. Better just knock out the teeth, and it will end up harmless. I read about humans eating jellybean so it should be non-toxic for the cat as well!

For a better effect, you can put the jellybean inside a clear hamsterball for the cat to play with! And it will last longer too. Or hang it at the end of a thread or an elastic but if you do so, please, stay near to prevent the cat from getting tangled in the thread.

Wonder if you could force the jellybean to swallow a little bell for the cute noise effect.

Next two! Still figuring out how I wanna Papyrus-type bittys to look like in my style so forgive me for that'

It was a beautiful day outside and Élodie was enjoying her walk to work with her best friend. Marie had been her roomate at the faculty and they had been nothing but very close, even after Élodie left for a cheaper place to rent and sleep in. Élodie knew things had gone sour between Marie and her older sister. Yet her human friend depended on said sister for everything and was unable to leave her. As Marie told Élodie, the woman had horribly killed both of Marie's lamias, Sucre d'Orge and Spade, without reason and as a true lamia enthousiast, Élodie did feel bad for her friend. Knowing her situation, there was no way the monster girl would think of selling another bitty to Marie, as heartbreaking as it was, but she hoped that seeing them at the store would cheer her up. Angel's store was a big and modern one. Now selling a lot of different bitty types and already preparing to sell some more, it was the size of a huge mansion, built in one too but with most of the inside walls being razed down. The whole thing was a lovely white color- one of Angel's favorite and had a lot of ergonomy and gain of space thought in. From afar, the whole thing seemed outrageous- but welcoming- brand new- but ancien- weird- but functionnal. A oxymoron in itself. As a kid that had lived in a big house, Élodie loved to work in one, now that she was stuck in a 4 on 4 meter room to live in. Felt like memories. As she entered, she noticed two things. First, one of her colleagues had already arrived and did the opening- which was great, it wasn't an easy part. And Angel wasn't here. Which was also great. The -kind of human vibes but she really looked like a demon so truly she didn't know- woman had the habit of messing with her employee by selling the bittys herself and- this was- frustrating to say the least! Cause. You know. When you're paid on what you sell through the day and need that money, your boss stealing your sales isn't a good thing. That was actually rotting Élodie's relationships with her colleagues, competition being rude. As Marie entered the shop for the first time, she did nothing but coo over the baby blue and papy areas near the cash register. She loved baby blue as her favorite breed and those one were so adorbs oh my gosh how could they be so- "It's because we ordered them with bigger eyes." Shrugged Élodie with a smile. "I have the cleaning left to do." A furious glance to her colleague leaving her the worst part followed then she turned back to Marie again. "You're able to do the Soultime. Just don't go near the Fell lines or the venomous lamias, alright?" Élodie was a monster girl that could be trusted, so she indeed went to cleaning while Marie went right into her favorite pen and soon was harrassed with a swarm of little blues praising her own beautiful blue eyes, her long curled locks and stuff. Being unfamiliar with the fake compliments, she thought they were genuine and said to praise her loveliness, whose, to be honest, Marie's sister was failing to do those last months. "You're all so-" She definitely said adorbs ten time and tried to think of another synonym but failed. "So something!" The blue eyelights started shining even brightly. "I wish I could just take all of you home with me!" A chorus of gasps followed. "YOU'RE TAKING US ALL WITH YOU???" Saying that while in their pen wasn't a good idea and soon she was buried under overjoyed manipulative little shits like a kid under the beach sand when their parents don't want any more fuss. When Élodie came back to check, she was actually horrified. She helped her friend back out of the playpen while baby blues were having a tantrum because 'evil liar didn't adopt any of them!'. Some were actually crying anger tears. Seeing her friend sadly confused, Élodie's soul hurt in her chest. She mumbled. "We... we do have some rescue pygmies in the backroom. Since you're familiar with the breed... Go play with them? The cleaning's done, we're opening the newcomers." Marie's eyes went as wide and shiny as the baby blue's, to the point the monster girl began doubting her

friend wasn't one in disguise. Would actually explain a lot of things.

"You're receiving gifts?!" Yes. Definitely a baby blue in disguise. Or maybe fifty of them under a coat. Marie let out a laugh. "So... Sorry. Dumb joke. But I wanna see! Please!" Knowing what just happened, letting Marie near any boxes of samples of new bittys wasn't the bestest idea in the world. Élodie bite the inside of her cheek with her pointy and sharp Fell fangs, thinking. "Please stay at my side. Don't do anything dumb. Please?" She pleaded. They went helping another of Élodie's colleague who was struggling with the first wooden box. What was inside was labelled as 'SlayBelle's Shitty Bitties' but no more indication of what it was exactly. Thanks the stars, they had received a flyer some days prior so they more or less knew what the breeds consisted of. Needless to say a shiver of something that could be called... Fear ? Maybe. Run through the back of both employees. Marie just cooed as she rushed to the now opened box, revealing three cardboard boxes of Jellybeans. "Oh... Oh no." Marie turned to her friend, showing her the Papyrus-type bittys. "The poor one! Why haven't they got any limbs?" Puppy eyes. Check. Crocodile tears? Check. Something common for a Jellybean, yes, but if so, why all of that was on Marie's face? Élodie sighed. "They are sold as is. Something about people pitying them and buying them faster." "I... I could take some of them home." Marie negociated. "I don't think my sister will know. I know they'll never find a good home if I don't help them now!" "Yes. That exactly what I said. Congratulations, you've been manipulated." "But they'll eventually throw them away when they'll get bored of taking care of them! I'm their only ch-" Élodie stopped listening. Maybe bringing Marie here wasn't a good idea. She was a good friend, really. Perhaps it was the tragic loss of Spade and Sucre d'Orge that was messing with her head. "Next box is Li------ WOW." Élodie cried, terrified of any accident that could spilled from that. "Marie, dear. Pal. Love. My bestie!" The monster girl panicked. "What?" Answered her friend. "Just take this box of Jellybeans to the pygmys in the backroom and come back in ten minutes, okay?" Marie shrugged. "Okay." Yes. Crisis averted. Élodie definitely did not wanted her friend to bond with a Licorice. Licorice were edgys... being more edgys. The idea was... She really did not know anymore but Angel told her to sell those to clients in need of some 'reassuring' presence in their lives. They were ugly, possessive and prone to 'punish' their owner when thinking they were 'cheated on', whatever that meant for a bitty and- the wooden box opened, revealing only one tazmania devil in a steel cage. Yes. They smelled horribly as well. Or maybe it was just that one. "Why taken so long ta open' fuk face?!" Said an outraged voice. Élodie leaned near the box for her gaze to meet the bitty's. It stared at her. She stared at it. And she closed the wooden box lid on it. "I'm not selling that shit."

"Listen, you dumb whore... ^w^¤"

Licorice bitty getting upset at his owner. Dunno what the owner did, but that triggered the poor thing 💔

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Nah, I'm joking. It'll find its way into the washing machine, somehow.

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(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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Traduction française de la fanfiction de SlayBelle Bitty Hell: There's a Change Gonna Come.

C'est une fiction bottage de derrière, aussi la discrétion du lecteur est-elle recommandée.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19165507

Résumé: Avec le stimuli approprié, un Edgy méchant, agressif, peut être rendu... Différent. Meilleur. Ton travail est de mettre ce procédé en route.

Attention: Abus de bitty, torture de bitty, mention de mort de bitty. Si ce genre de choses n'est pas pour vous, s'il vous plait, ne lisez pas.

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Le bitty Edgy frappait contre les murs du contenaire de plastique et tu levas les yeux au ciel, pas pour la première fois, ce jour-là. Tu pouvais entendre des jurons étouffés en provenant et enfila tes gants de métal renforcés en préparation de ce qui t'attendais. Tu dévissas rapidement le couvercle, assurée par l'idée que les rebords de la table activeraient le collier électrique du bitty, et ouvris la boite. L'edgy en tomba, dérapant le long de la surface stérile et te jeta un regard noir. Il mordit dans les airs une fois ou deux et grogna, mais tu n'étais pas inquiète. Ce n'était pas ton premier rodéo.

" Donc, Edgy, est-ce que tu sais pourquoi t'es là ? " Tu demanda, presque ennuyée.

" Sale pute ! Retire-moi ce collier et laisse-moi partir ! " Le bitty hurla, sans surprise. Tu gardas une expression neutre.

" Eh bien, ça ne risque pas d'arriver. Étant donné que tu n'es pas assez intelligent pour répondre à une question directe, je vais me contenter de te le dire. Tu es ici à cause de ton propriétaire..." Et là, tu jeta un coup d’œil au dossier près de toi. "Anna, t'as amené chez moi pour un léger... reconditionnement. "

" D-de quoi ? Tu mens ! " Insista Edgy. Tu les appelais tous Edgy. Ça ne valait pas le coup de chercher quel nom idiot leur propriétaire leur avait donné, et ça avait l'effet bonus de leur donner l'impression que leur identité n'avait pas la moindre importance. Elle n'en avait pas, mais la plupart n'étaient pas prêts à l'accepter.

" Non, en fait, je ne mens pas. " Tu offris un petit sourire. " Elle était contrariée de ton comportement alors tu es ici pour devenir un meilleur bitty ! " Ta voix avait des allures de maîtresse de maternelle.

" Tu mens ! Elle ne ferait pas ça ! Maman disait... Elle disait qu'elle m'aimait comme j'étais ! " Le visage du bitty devenait rougeâtre et tu t'applaudis mentalement. Commencer par la trahison du propriétaire était ton coup préféré.

" Tu peux croire ce que tu veux, mais les faits sont là: Elle t'as mis dans cette boite et t'as amené chez moi. " Tu répondis. " Pourquoi aurait-elle fait cela si elle t'aimait ? Ça ne semble pas plus logique qu'elle voulait que tu change ? "

" Va te faire foutre, salope d'humaine ! " Dit l'Edgy en guise de réponse, se jetant vers le rebord de la table, probablement pour attaquer, et s'octroyant un douloureux choc alors que tu le repoussa vers le centre de la table.

" C'est ce qui arrive quand tu n'écoutes pas, ou si tu essaies de descendre de cette table. " Tu dis. " Je vais me répéter encore une fois. Tu es ici parce que ton propriétaire veut que tu deviennes un meilleur bitty. Un qui ne va pas la mordre, ou l'appeler sale pute ou salope, ou casser ses affaires pour s'amuser. " Tu remarquas que le regard noir du bitty se troubla juste un chouïa, se rendant intérieurement compte qu'il avait fait la plupart, sinon toutes ces choses. C'étaient des présomptions faciles à faire, avec son type. " Elle veut un bitty qu'elle puisse emmener en sortie avec ses amis, ou faire les courses, sans qu'elle ait à s'inquiéter qu'on porte plainte contre elle lorsque tu attaques quelqu'un. " L'expression de l'Edgy se décomposa plus amplement, et il fixa les lacets de ses petites baskets. Tu savais désormais que tu l'avais dans la poche.

" T'as... T'as tord ! Elle me veut moi, elle veut un Edgy ! Elle m'a choisi ! " Tu pouvais entendre quelque chose d'étouffé et d'hésitant dans la voix du bitty, un excellent présage. Il était vulnérable et se sentait peu confiant.

" Elle t'as probablement choisi car tu coûtais pas cher. Personne ne veut vraiment d'un Edgy. " Que tu expliquas avant d'appuyer sur le bouton pour activer le collier électrique à son réglage le plus élevé.

" Owww ! Mais putain ! " L'Edgy en question couina, bondissant de la surface de la table. " C'était pourquoi, ça ?! "

" Tu vois, ce qu'on va faire aujourd'hui, " Tu continuas comme s'il n'avait pas parlé, " C'est faire quelques changements. Tu vas avoir mal, et tu vas pleurer, et tu vas devenir un animal de compagnie qui n'est pas dangereux pour Anna. " Tu appuyas à nouveau sur le bouton et le maintins, regardant l'Edgy serrer les dents, trembler, et tomber à genoux. Oh, il s'était fait dessus. Rien de grave, il aura de nouveaux vêtements quand tu en auras fini avec lui. Le bitty parvint à se remettre sur ses pieds une nouvelle fois, mais était essoufflé comme s'il avait couru un marathon.

" Boucle-la... " Il grinça des dents.

" Tu es le pire genre de bitty qui soit," tu dis et lui envoya une autre secousse, brièvement. " Tu as rendue misérable la vie d'Anna. " Un autre choc électrique, directement dans sa moelle épinière.

" Arrête ça... " Le bitty suffoquait, les bras enlacés contre lui-même, comme pour se réconforter face à la douleur.

" Tel que tu es, tu pourrais servir de jouet pour chien mais pas à grand chose d'autre." Tu continuas. " Et au fond, tu le sais. " L'Edgy tomba à genoux dans sa propre flaque de déchets magiques, gémissant lourdement.

" Va.... Te faire... " Il lâcha avec difficulté. Tu maintins le bouton un peu plus longtemps, juste pour sa vulgarité.

" T'es un déchet, Edgy. T'es un détritus ayant la forme d'un squelette et ta précieuse maman le savait. Elle ne veut pas de toi. Personne ne veut de toi. Personne ne veut d'un déchet d'animal de compagnie qui ne fait rien sinon blesser les gens et bousiller leurs affaires. " Là, tu arrivais quelque part. La décharge avec laquelle tu ponctua cette phrase fit valser le petit corps du bitty, mais il ne lâcha pas le moindre bruit.

" Tu es inutile. " Tu appuyas. " Et je veux que tu saches... " Tu retiras ta main de la télécommande. Edgy te regarda dans son court répit face à la douleur, les yeux brillants et le souffle difficile. Un rougissement traître commençant à apparaitre sur ses petites pommettes. " Tu sais ce qu'Anna m'a dit quand elle t'as laissé là ? "

Le bitty secoua la tête et laissa échapper un petit reniflement.

Tu dû vraiment faire de ton mieux pour dissimuler ton sourire. C'était l'heure du grand final. " Elle m'a dit que si je ne pouvais pas faire de toi un bon bitty, je devais te mettre dans ce mixeur et briser le moindre de tes os inutiles. " Tu achevas, sortant un mixeur à épices de sous la table.

Edgy se brisa enfin, les larmes coulant de ses yeux et un hurlement échappant de sa bouche à travers ses dents tranchantes. " N-n-non, pitié, pitié, me tue pas - " Et là, il laissa filer un cri aigu, parce que t'avais avancé ta main et avais brisé sa jambe droite presque en deux au niveau du tibia. Ce coup final de douleur terrible l'avait fait. Le bitty pleura et pleura, roulant le long de la table et globalement se ridiculisant au possible pendant cinq bonnes minutes, avant qu'il ne semble en avoir fini. Tu le laissa pleurer tout son saoule, puis le poussa d'un doigt ganté pour le forcer à relever la tête. Un rougissement framboise semblait avoir coloré son visage de manière permanente et ses yeux étaient humides et effrayés.

" Qui es-tu ? " Tu demanda, joignant tes mains dans ton dos. Le bitty ne répondit pas immédiatement et tu appuyas sur le bouton de la télécommande encore une fois.

" Aiiiiiiiie ! " Hurla le bitty, les larmes coulant immédiatement à flots de ses orbites.

" Qui es-tu, bitty ? " Tu demanda à nouveau.

" Ch-Cherry. J'suis... Cherry. " Le bitty répondit, reniflant et maintenant fermement sa jambe brisée. Il malmena accidentellement le membre, lui causant un couinement et quelques larmes supplémentaires.

" Bon bitty, Cherry. C'est exactement ce que je voulais." Tu répondis. " C'est beaucoup mieux. " Tu cherchas à nouveau quelque chose sous la table, en sortant un morceau de nourriture monstre et le tendant au squelette tremblant. il l'avala avec hésitation et l'os brisé de sa jambe refusionna en un seul morceau. La partie difficile était terminée, maintenant, et ton job l'était tout autant. Ils ne brisaient pas tous si facilement, mais Edgy-maintenant-Cherry #27 de la journée avait été particulièrement sensible au coup du propriétaire.

Ensuite, il ira dans la zone de toilettage pour avoir ses dents tranchantes limées, puis dans le département des ventes pour être nettoyé et se voir offrir de nouveaux vêtements tout doux (plus de style 'punk', l'idée était confortable et cajôlable). Il sera le bitty parfait pour n'importe quelle famille. Ton travail était accompli, et tu étais encore une fois ébahie que tu étais payée pour faire ça.

Tu vois, tu ne faisais pas cela uniquement pour l'amusement, ou parce qu'Anna te l'avait demandé (bien qu'elle l'eut fait, techniquement). Quand Bitty Buddies Inc en avait eue assez des poursuites en justice sur des Edgies mordant les gens, et que la cour eut déclaré ces dites blessures comme étant la stricte responsabilité de l'entreprise, la compagnie décida que le style Edgy coûtait plus en procédures judiciaires que ça n'en valait la peine. Ils rappelèrent la série entière, promettant des compensations massives à ceux qui ramenaient les leurs, ce que la plupart des propriétaires furent heureux de faire. Pour ceux qui ne voulurent pas abandonner leur bittys pour de l'argent, Bitty Buddies réfléchi à une autre solution- une manière de faire d'un vicieux Edgy prône à la morsure quelque chose de différent, plus gentil, moins dangereux à la fois pour les enfants et les adultes.

Avec assez de douleur émotionnelle et physique combinée, un Edgy pouvait être changé en un Cherry. Bien plus placide, bien moins en risque de causer des dégâts matériels et, mieux que tout - plus de poursuites judiciaires pour morsures. Les Cherrys étaient anxieux, pots de colle, prône à pleurnicher; pour faire court, ils étaient agaçants d'une manière qui ne jetterait personne en plein procès. Tu croyais qu'il restait très peu d'Edgys restant dans le monde et qui le resteraient comme tels; d'après les chiffres de Bitty Buddies, 70% des Edgys avaient été ramenés pour destruction contre un gros chèque, tandis que 25% avaient étés envoyés dans des entreprises comme la tienne pour avoir leurs vilains traits retirés. Il fût raconté aux propriétaires que le procédé était facile et indolore, une histoire d'activer un interrupteur dans le cerveau. Ce n'était qu'à moitié vrai, mais l'amnésie partielle causée par le changement et les méthodes de soins monstres de la compagnie rendait tout cela crédible pour n'importe qui de l'extérieur.

Faire le changement, activer l'interrupteur ? C'est là que tu intervenais. Ces petites bâtards le méritaient, tu te dis avec une grimace, repensant à l'Edgy de compagnie dont la morsure avait tranché net l'index de ta jeune sœur lorsqu'elle était bébé. Repensant à combien ta famille avait été gentille envers lui, envers " Spike ", repensant à tous les jouets et les vêtements que tu avais acheté en anticipation d'une longue et heureuse vie à ses côtés, repensant aux cris de ta sœur alors qu'elle n'avait fait qu'essayer de le porter pour la première fois. Repensant à la manière dont ton père eut à l'euthanasier le même jour, écrabouillé sous ses lourdes bottes de travail sur le patio extérieur.

Le Cherry tout neuf sur la table te fixait avec de grands yeux larmoyants. " Est-ce que je suis ton bitty ? " Il demanda, tendant ses bras comme pour te demander de le porter.

" Non." Tu répondis. " Mais tu vas rentrer à la maison très bientôt. " Tu utilisas le talkie-walkie suspendu à ta hanche pour informer un des employés polyvalents que cet ancien Edgy était prêt pour l'étape suivante de la Cherryfication, et le salua d'un seul doigt alors qu'ils l'emmenaient dans la boite dans laquelle il était arrivé.

Une minute plus tard, un nouvel employé arriva, et une nouvelle boite fût placée sur ta table, désormais propre. Tu entendis quelqu'un se débattre à l'intérieur et soupira. Même torturer ses petites saloperies, qu'importe à quel point t'aimais ça, devenait un boulot assommant lorsque tu le faisais tout la journée.