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Bitties were the result of some humans' bodies not knowing when to stop absorbing magic that the barrier released when it broke. Thousands of humans were affected, making them shrink to doll like sizes and lose most of their memories. Ebbot City of course was hit the worst, while farther cities didn't have the same pandemic. The city officials were missing a few very important people due to this, and couldn't help out as much as they needed to. So they resorted to adopting the tiny humans off as pets. Or reuniting them with old family members.
Of course this ran into some...problems to say the least. Many shops that sold bitties off for cash started popping up. While most of them were being investigated for bitty abuse, the rest were going down hill as their prices were too high. The stray bitty population was staggeringly high, as well as disgusting.
Killer could care less about them most of the time. He didn't particularly care for humans to begin with. And with his job, he thankfully didn't have to interact with anyone that much. Just dig a bunch of holes six feet deep, wait about an hour or two, then fill it back up. Easy. He didn't have to talk to anyone but his coworkers, boss, and housemates. And maybe the Star bastards when ever they decided to show up and criticize his recovery.
Though the companionship is something he wouldn't mind. But Dream and Blue forbade them from getting any other pets. For one accident that he, Dust, and Nightmare couldn't really control. Blue had gotten them a rabbit as a gift for working 'SO HARD!' to get better. Horror, now known as Skull, wasn't home when this transaction occurred. So he thought the bunny was for dinner, and you know where things went from there. Though Killer had to admit Skull was an amazing cook. He didn't even know he was eating what was supposed to be their pet.
The two brats now wouldn't let them get another pet, not even adopt a bitty, because they were afraid of what Skull might do. Skull still doesn't like talking about it. Killer didn't really blame the guy. If he was being honest, rabbits were kind of creepy anyway. The ones with red eyes that look like they have no soul. Yeah those were creepy. But Skull wouldn't have done it if they had at least gotten them a cat or a dog. But Dream and Blue don't really listen to anyone when it comes down to it.
Which is why he was happy he was at work when Ink and Blue decided to pop by unannounced as usual to do a random check up. Saying something about 'keeping this divergent safe from possible anomalies'. Wasn't Error suppose to take care of anomalies? Killer shook the thought off, annoyed. It was Error's fault anyway he and the other three were stuck here to begin with. Nightmare lost his AU jumping privileges, so the only one that could come in and out as they please were the Star Bastards.
Killer took a balled up cloth from his jacket pocket and shook it loose, dried inky black stains covering it. He wiped under his sockets where he felt black goop beginning to leak. It wasn't as much as it used to, now it was mildly uncomfortable whenever it happened. Humans and Monsters alike gave him weird looks as he walked past them. He just ignored him and stuffed the cloth back into his pocket, turning the corner. Where he saw two humans sizing each other up. He'd roll his eyelights if he had any. He skirted around them nonchalantly, used to near fights between house mates. Mostly Skull and Dust.
Walking to and from home and work was probably the most eventful part of his day, now that he thinks of it. The most interaction with total strangers he has everyday, even if it is just weird looks. He'd rather walk than take the bus or train, which were usually crowded at this time of the day. So both of those were a no go for him. Plus, walking was great exercise, if he didn't do that enough already at the cemetery he worked at.
His walks always just consisted of random thoughts until he got home. Then he would just go to his room and sleep, then get back up and restart the cycle. It was exhausting in the most routine way possible.
He looked up as he cut in through a few buildings to get to his neighborhood. He blankly glanced over a 'Free Bitties at the down town shop' ad as he passed by. He vaguely thought about the store that was going under, and about the bitties but he lost he train of thought when he left the shortcut and jogged between houses to get on the side walk. He stopped about halfway down the street and sighed, cutting through the small front yard to get to the front door of his house.
He was about to open it when it opened before he even touched it. For a brief second of disdain, he thought he saw Ink. But the vibrant blue, red, and purple eyelights relieved him beyond belief. Just Dust. With what looked like some type of stain covering his clothes, hands, and face.
"what's up with you? looks like someone shoved a vacuum cleaner up your coccyx." Killer pushed past the other skeleton easily, grinning sharply to himself as Dust rolled his eyelights.
"yeah, you left the moment the bastards decided to pop by." He growled out, closing the door.
"i know, right? it was great not having to deal with them. now i won't have to hear them yell at me for a whole month." Killer almost skipped to the living room, looking extremely smug.
"ok sure, whatever. but they woke nightmare up." Killer winced, smile fading slightly.
"what else did they do?" Killer slowed down, turning to look at Dust, who had a very forced grin.
"ink decided to think that dumping shit on my commissions was a good idea." Dust flopped onto a stiff chair with a small table that was beside the arm that held small bones, ink, and twine. The ink bottle was laying on it's side, though no liquid got on the table. One of the bones looked broken, and the twine looked like someone had unraveled it.
"yeesh, they must've been in a bad mood today. did skull leave before they saw him?"
"dream saw him while he was walking out the door, but he couldn't keep up with him."
"well, at least he managed to miss some of it." Ever since the rabbit incident, Blue and Dream were particularly cruel to the giant skeleton. Occasionally giving him stink eyes and critiquing him on stuff he couldn't help.
"you know, i've been thinking, what could we do that they would hate the most?" Dust tapped his claws on the table as he dragged it over to him and took a pair of large, circular, thin wire glasses out of his jacket pocket.
"good question." Killer hummed, never actually thinking about it before. "we could just not clean. let everything just accumulate when they come back." Killer snickered at the scenario. Dust shrugged as he taped the glasses onto his skull.
"they would just think its us being sanses. they wouldn't take it as a personal offense." Dust moved the broken piece of bone with a scowl, and started arranging them.
"hmmm, what if we act like we're regressing? you know, me with...this," Killer blinked and pointed to the black goop slowly leaving his sockets. "and you talking to, uh, yourself."
"then they would just quarantine us and have one of their watch dogs stay with us." Dust took the twine and started to expertly rewind it.
"you know you can help with the idea part." Killer snorted, slightly annoyed his good ideas were being shut down so fast.
"already thought of somethings, but they would know we're just trying to get under their skin." Dust's eye twitched in irritation.
Killer pouted, letting out a very loud over exaggerated sigh, and walked into the kitchen. What would Ink, Dream, and Blue hate the most? They hate seeing creatures in danger....or what they perceive to be danger. Killer stopped in the middle of the kitchen as an idea hit him full force. An evil grin spread across his face.
"hey dust?" He called.
"what?" Dust replied.
"what if i bought a bitty?" There was a long stretch of silence.
"if you can buy a bitty, do it." Killer could hear Dust's smirk.
"i'll be right back then." The ad Killer had seen in that alleyway was coming in handy. 'Free bitties in the downtown shop', right? Perfect.