Blueberry is going to learn a harsh lesson about what happens to brats.
Since the moment he was adopted, Blue had his owner wrapped around his bony little finger.
The owner in question was a timid and quiet woman living in her first apartment by herself. Worried about her being alone away from home, her mother had decided to surprise her with a cute and sociable pet bitty. And when she saw her mom carrying in the brand new bitty cage with Blue sitting right in the middle of it, she had been so happy and spent the rest of the day cooing over him and playing together with all the little toys her mother had bought from the pet store.
However, she didn't know a lot about bitties and blueberries tended to have massive egos. Having been spoiled rotten, it only took a few weeks before he expected his Mama's undivided attention no matter what.
If she took too long making food, he'd moan about it and tell her to hurry up. And if she didn't make exactly what he wanted, he'd throw a huge fit, refuse to eat at all for the rest of the day, and say it was her fault he was going hungry.
When she went to the bathroom without him, he'd pound and kick at the door until she let him in, it didn't matter if she was uncomfortable because if he wanted in, he'd get in.
If she was on the phone, he'd shout at her over and over again, getting louder and angrier. Sometimes he'd even start throwing his toys at her until she had to quietly apologize to the person on the other line and hang up.
If that wasn't bad enough, he had started picking up some gross habits. He started to do his business on the bathroom floor because 'it's not fair that mama has a whole room and he has a corner.' Then obviously he started to stink but trying to get Blue to bathe without him throwing a tantrum was near impossible.
It was all getting to be too much; she could feel herself spiraling. She tried everything she could think of but nothing ever worked to calm him down and her life had become a living nightmare. She moved out of her mother's with the hopes that a new place would help her get out of her shell but now it was like she didn't even have a place since Blue ran around it like he owned everything. The fact that she hadn't gotten a fucking noise complaint was a miracle.
It wasn't fair. She fed him, cleaned him, played with him and loved him the best she could but that only got harder and harder the more he whined, cried, piss, shit, screamed, and threw things at her.
All it took was one more bitty-sized outburst.
Blue had been in the middle of another tantrum; Sitting in his mama's lap, all blue-in-the-face and kicking his feet just because she wanted to change the channel to a new show she's been dying to see.
"Fine, w-we'll watch cartoons. " she grit her teeth and tried to calm herself while also pacifying him, "Just quiet down, please? Please?"
When she reached to try and pet his skull, he ducked away and harshly shoved her hand away.
"NYEH! I HATE MAMA!" he screamed with angry tears flowing down his cheeks, "I HATE MAMA! MAMA NEVER LETS ME DO ANYTH-"
Without a second thought, she rose her hand up and slapped him right off of her lap. The force of the impact threw him onto the carpet with a loud thud and she couldn't help the smile that spread on her face at the little bounce of his body after he hit the ground.
For one split second, everything was blissfully silent. Then Blue started screaming with renewed hatred and thrashing around on the carpet like a toddler. Except he wasn't one, he knew better, and she was sick and tired of letting him act like this.
His mama - no, god, she hated that, she hated him, shut up, shut up, shut up - stood up from the couch, leaned down to pluck him up by his skull, and shook him around violently one, two, three times.
"Shut- Shut the hell up before I dust you against the wall."
Blue let out a gasp at her words and went quiet, his eyes widening dramatically in terror. Her breaths came quick and heavy as she wondered how she ever let him go this far before.
"You ungrateful... waste of..." with a huff and a laugh, she shook him again, "Why'd mom have to go and buy- buy me a fucking bitty? If I'd known you'd be this awful, I'd have preferred a hamster."
Three things happened immediately after she said that; Blue started trembling, sniffled, and then let out a loud and annoying 'NYEEEEEEH' as he started bawling. Which only irritated her more.
"Stop Stop Stop Stop- I told you to shut up!"
While he was trying desperately to shake his head and reached up to try and pry her fingers off, she used her other hand to pluck one of his tiny skeleton hands with her thumb and forefinger.
Then she crushed it between them.
The scream died in Blue's throat as his eyelights flickered out from the shock. When she let go of his now destroyed hand, bright blue liquid ran down his legs and hit the floor in drops but she didn't yell at him. And he stayed quiet. After taking a second to slow her breathing, she spoke up again.
"Okay. Okay. Y-Yeah, I... I can't do this anymore. Just- Just stay fucking quiet." She blinked slowly as she tried to think of what to do. God, she was so so over this stupid bitty. As soon as the idea made it's way into her mind, she knew it was perfect.
He whimpered and cried as quietly as he could while she jostled him around on her way to the kitchen. His hand hurt really really bad... He wanted her to set him down and see that his fingers were all wrong and broken. Once she realized what she'd done, surely she'd apologize for all this and fix them. She'll fix them, it's okay. It's okay.
Blue didn't even realize what was happening until she dropped him into the blender. She had used it a few times in front of him and it always made him whine because the way it eviscerated fruit so quickly scared him. This was why.
He had just barely managed to land his legs between the gaps of the blades when he hit the bottom of the jar. As soon as he adjusted himself to stand, he was pounding and kicking on the glass frantically.
"WAIT NO- MAMA- NO-" He sobbed uncontrollably and hit the glass over and over again with his hands even though every hit made his broken fingers explode with pain, "I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY MAMA!! I LOVE YOU!! NO-"
Despite his screams and begging, she tapped the PULSE button. With a flash of the blade, he was swept down and the bottom of the glass smeared blue. The scream that came out of him was blood-curdling but she quickly shut him up by clicking down the LIQUEFY button.
The relief she felt as jar was full of nothing but thick blue liquid in seconds crashed into her like a wave and when she turned the blender off, her apartment was blissfully silent.
She'll probably tell her mom that she woke up to a dusty cage or that she wasn't paying attention when he fell off the kitchen counter. Either way, she'll just cry a little, blame herself, be comforted, and then say she'll say something like she'll 'never love another bitty like she did Blue' so she can put this whole thing behind her.
She'll worry about the details of her story later. For now though? She's gonna go watch that show.
"Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary folks! Humans and monsters!" The small man was standing among the crowd, his selling booth leaking with flashy neon signs. "Name's Thomas the Great and today I'm so proud to introduce you my Magical Super Healthy Monster Cream™! Yes, miss, this little tube could be your bitty saver!" He held a free sample to a passing by who took it, looking closer at the ingredients. 'What's this?' The person asked.
"Well glad you asked! For way, way, waaaaay cheaper than Monster Candies, you'll be the proud owner of a MA-GI-CAL healing balm that could restore your bittys to full health!" Someone in the crowd started fussing. 'SCAM!' The someone yelled. Thomas flinched, irritated, but his smile widening.
"OF COURSE..." He started. "I won't sell you anything without a free demo!" He then grabbed a restrained edgy from its cage. The small form surprisingly did not opposed a lot of resistance when Thomas just smashed it onto his booth. "PLEASE COME CLOSER AND WATCH- The miracle !!" He carried on, taking a mysterious tone. Some chocked gasps raised from the crowd as Thomas grabbed a nail and a hammer. "Please don't feel bad about my little assistant- Like in every demo, I only use the useless murderers from the fighting rings' losers." People were definitely more at peace now as Thomas just nailed the edgy's kneecap while the small rodent let out some deafening screams. Once Thomas was done, whatever drugs the edgy had been numbed with had worn off and it was a sobbing mess. "Now, BEHOLD!" With a sharp and theatral movement, Thomas opened the balm's lid and put a large spoon of it on the broken limb. After a few seconds, the cracks healed.
It was always a blast to see their face whenever they understood his balm worked. Of course, it worked. It was really 96% vaseline but 4% melted real Monster Candys. The whole tube indeed costed less than the real thing, but since way more was needed for it to work, the man had its pockets full.
"Today only, 4% off!" Added Thomas with a wink as everyone went nuts on the poor booth, afraid that there won't be enough for everyone. While taking the oh so sweet cash, Thomas had one last glance to the edgy- this one too would fall down soon from the repeated abuse. But it did not matter- he had spares in its car to last him the whole day.
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*Mind the warnings: contains implied bitty death, bitty torture, implied bitty death of a lamia bitty.
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I think its fair to say that this is long overdue, I hate leaving people on cliffhangers, but i am very prone to do so. So I posted this, even if its a year late.
Not sure if I’ll be back again, maybe I’ll post a few stories I started on then never finished but who knows. Anyways enjoy the whump.
After Bud popped out his somehow less-evil-than-him twin, you couldn't help but to snatch the outraged coral up for a round of testing. You made sure to scrape up samples, eyes sparkling as the little coral put up a confused struggle.
You ignored Bud’s limp form on the towel, he looked to be in an incredibly rough shape, eyelights wavering, scales a little bloody, and little bits from the bones on his back missing. His mouth was still frothing, and he looked to be wallowing in his own waste, but you hardly noticed as you fluttered around the lab completely dazzled by the spontaneous birth of a fully formed coral.
You of course asked all the typical round of questions to the little thing, utterly fascinated by the asexual reproduction you just witnessed. You were sure that you’d just witnessed a breakthrough in what you were sure was the catalyst for the bitty surge. Their mutation!
You spent hours interacting with the coral, staring at the samples he produced while talking with him. You even ended up making a breakthrough with the treatment for the Brassberries who were still plagued by the growths. You ended up finding out exactly the source of the growths. Their makeup, and exactly why they were lingering on the brassberries where they had formed a complete bitty on Bud.
It turned out that the growths were in themselves a mutated strain of a virus that had taken up magical properties. The original virus seemed to be the cause of asexual reproduction in the original bitties. The virus mutated to start causing bittes to mutate as well, then mutated into this strain to exclusively promote more extreme mutation in bitties. It was searching for new traits or combinations of them to form into full Bitties.The Brassberries did not hold any extreme traits, thus the virus simply formed deady growths on them, whereas Bud seemed to have mutated just enough to create a newer unique bitty.
Even after finally tending to the catatonic Bud you ended up throwing yourself into research, only breaking to eat and use the bathroom. What you found out during this time about the virus and the new coral which you started calling Dub, was amazing.
The coral was incredibly energetic for its breed, finding pleasure in darting around in a manner most edgy types would deem too troublesome to attempt. Even if he was actually “less” violent than most corals, he still got angry, cussing you out and throwing stuff. He did almost bite you, which prompted you to test his venom, which also turned out to be far more potent than a regular corals.
He got angry a lot less than a regular coral,and his triggers were fewer than normal, and where Bud would throw tantrums, the coral would try to find the positives in a situation, and even attempt to work with you. Plus, where Bud was narcissistic this Coral was surprisingly self-aware, he would admit when he went too far, and even apologize for that behavior. A shocking trait for a Coral, yet also dangerous as it was easy to let your guard down after an apology.
He was still incredibly destructive, but he was far less malicious about it than most edgy types, plus the things he destroyed were easily replaceable and not valuable at all. The only time he ever really destroyed something valuable was when he was “clumsy” about it, which surprised you as he really tried to make it seem like he “wasn't” clumsy and was destroying things on purpose. He liked singing, and was incredibly open about wanting to cuddle, and would say he loved you frequently without a tsundere act. He was possibly the most bearable Coral on the planet!
Although he had some pretty surprising good points, he was still an Edgy type. He still tried to bite you, cussed excessively, was violent, was incredibly demanding, wasn't very bright, and enjoyed “marking” as much as Bud. You could say he was an ideal protection type bitty, but really if you were to even sell him he would probably be more dangerous than most Edgy types due to how he could almost seem “pleasant” at times.
Dub was still venomous, was more active than a regular edgy, and could easily trick someone into believing that he “wouldn't” bite you. Hell, you’d almost gotten bitten on the neck earlier when you gave him a hug at his insistence. His reasoning being “Bitch you give awful hugs!”
You had a hard time keeping your guard up around him, as he acted like a Blueberry sometimes only to turn around and try and bite you. During one of those instances you also found out something incredible about him.
“Hey ma… Can we talk?” Dub asked, as he chewed on a piece of meat you’d slathered in mustard as a bribe to let you take more ectoplasmic samples. You’d discovered that bribing him was one way to get him to cooperate, a mark firmly in the blueberry corner.
“Yeah Dub, tell me whatever is bothering you.” You replied, not looking away from the sample, you were noticing some strange growth coming from the samples you took from him, almost as if the virus was still actively trying to form him from the samples. They petered out fairly quickly and stopped their activity but it was still interesting.
“Can we go huntin?” He asked, as he viciously tore at the meat, he was wrapped around it like he was trying to strangle it, but the whole time staring at it like it was doing something wrong.
“When we’re done with tests we can go on a hunt with the other protection bitties, I’m sure you’d love it.” You replied, really he had been rather restless and you were sure to take him out on a hunt sooner rather than later.
Dub ended up glaring at you. “You’re never done with testin tho!” He exclaimed, as he let go of the meat and moved towards you in an aggressive manner.
“I’m BORED! I need some ACTION” He shouted, slapping his mustard covered tail on the table, splattering mustard all over your workspace. Really why you had decided that feeding him in your workspace was beyond you. Nonetheless it irritated you, and you turned to him with a frown.
“I’ve been giving you plenty of exercise! We play tag with the fluffies after we eat! Why can't you do that for a little bit while I finish up? It won’t be much longer now, you just have to be patient.” You stated, watching as Dub shook his head violently, and continued to argue.
“You’re a lyin bitch! We been testin for so long! I haven't even seen outside yet!” He argued, and you supposed he had a point, but it's really what he did next that pushed your buttons.
“I WANNA HUNT!” He screamed, before taking the samples you had just taken and throwing them off the table! “TAKE ME HUNTING NOW YA STUPID SLUT!” He cursed, baring his teeth and looking as if he was going to lunge at you.
You didn't give him enough time to lunge though, as soon as he bared his teeth as you, you panicked and punted him off the table as hard as you could. You heard a loud “thwack” as he collided with the wall, and more cursing.
“FUCK YOU BITCH! THAT FUCKIN HUUUUUUUURT!” He sounded close to tears, but was even now attempting to stand up. Eyes wide, you quickly put on your handling gloves and ran over, checking over his mustard covered form for damage. His skull was cracked, but that was about it, and he looked at you with tear filled eyes, and you could swear he was trying to look cute so you wouldn't hurt him more. But really what ended up catching your attention was the fact that without any monster candy, or even healing magic, the cracks in his skull were closing all on their own.
Your breath caught in your throat as you stared in wonder at the closing cracks, they closed up in a manner of seconds.
“Wow.” You ended up breathing out, before poking at the place where the cracks used to be. The coral in response bit your gloved hand, but seeing as you were wearing thick gloves, it really had no effect, even as he tried to bite harder.
Staring at him, (not at all irritated at his attempt to kill you, you swear) your curiosity ended up getting the better of you, and you ended up slamming the little coral into the wall again, cracking his skull once again, then quickly pulling the bitty to yourself and purposely prying open the crack as far as you could get it.
‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN! STOP! WE CAN TALK BOUT THIS!” The coral screamed as you practically split his skull in two. You got a glimpse of what his eyelights looked like through the crack, before you ‘accidentally’ completely detached the right side of the top of his skull.
Surprisingly the detached bit persisted for a few minutes, and you were utterly shocked with how long it lasted without turning to dust. Furthermore, you were shocked that Dub immediately started to regenerate, instead of dusting himself.
You held Dub like he was a treasure as you stared utterly captivated with his amazing regenerative capabilities. A laugh ended up bubbling up from your chest, and you ended up hugging Dub to your chest as you laughed. Of course the difference in attitudes ended up stalling him, and he ended up drooling all over your lab coat as you praised him, telling him how he was the greatest discovery since electricity.
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After squealing for a little while, all thoughts of hunting completely left your mind, you instead locked Dub up in an enclosure while he cried about his headaches, and started writing about his capabilities. You were planning on researching exactly what kind of mutation he had, then once you had enough data you would see if you could somehow start breeding him with other bitties to pass on such a valuable trait.
You could only imagine what kind of bitty you could end up creating if only you were skilled enough in programming. You had millions of bitty design ideas that you could only dream of coming to fruition. Sadly the closest you would ever get to an ideal bitty was if you bred one. Dub himself was only a first step on that path.
You decided that first you needed to see if you could create another Bitty like Dub from Bud. So you ended up dragging Bud downstairs, kicking and screaming, and ended up feeding him a sample of the growths he fell into before. You saw what you were hoping for, and just like before, with enough shocks and emotional strain, you had another fully formed coral.
You were thrilled to discover that the second coral also had the same regenerative capabilities, and wasted no time in beginning your stress tests. In the end you decided that you would use Dub for the more tame testing, but as for the second coral, well you needed to know exactly what could kill this type, so you were strapping in for some brutal testing.
Everything started off tame enough. You took more samples of course, before having the both of them go through an obstacle course. There was plenty of cursing, Dub himself was so incensed with you and your testing that he simply refused to participate unless you kept true to your word and took him hunting. You ended up giving in to that request if only to obtain a set of data that you couldn't obtain in the lab, you ended up taking the other coral as well, and observed the both of them literally tearing themselves apart in their pursuit of the hunt. It seemed that they did not have poisonous venom anymore, instead they had paralytics. Which resulted in them using their exceptional stamina and irritating nature to coax more aggressive prey into chasing them long enough to either literally snap the bitties in half or have the prey collapse immobile but still aware due to the paralytics. After which they would wait for their bodies to regenerate and gorge themselves on their prey, live. You yourself ended up having to finish off their prey as they ate, which resulted in intense screaming on their part, something about ruining their fun. It was startling to say the least.
You gained many insights from this exercise. One being that the new corals were surprisingly well aware of their own abilities, as if they knew even without having to be told what they could do. The second being that they fell very firmly in the “protection” variety. Although at this point you debated on whether or not you should continue using “protection” as their classification, it was originally coined for marketing purposes but as the years went by it was just dangerous to call them anything less than hunters.
Of course after securing and storing the prey the corals had obtained you waste no time in taking them right back to the lab. They were satisfied enough with their work and cooperated fairly well with you afterwards. You knew that wouldn't last very long though, as what you had planned wasn't exactly pleasant.
You started with testing their magic. You didn't know how much these bitties could do, you gave them magical gauges, to measure their resting potential. Much like humans, bitties could increase their magic proficiency through absorbing it through places of power or artifacts but they always started with a baseline for magic at around the same place. These bitties had a slightly higher capacity for magic, but it turned out to be negligible in the long run. They could not use magic.
Next was the strength testing. You ended up testing their bite strength first, using a special tool, then their grip strength, and finally followed by the grip strength of their tails. It all ended up coming out at the average for Corals, much to your disappointment.
The next test involved their speed, it was the final test for the day, and to make sure you got the best results you ended up using what could essentially be called Bitty catnip to coerce the two corals into competing. You dangled a singular piece of mustard flavored magic treats in their faces and told them to race. You ended up setting up a small track for them to cover. You also stipulated that they were “Not to sabotage each other.” You’d made the mistake of not stipulating such a thing before, to say it was messy was an understatement. In the end the two of them tied, and the candy was split in half between the two. They were exhausted from the day's tests, and you needed them in tip top shape for the tests tomorrow. So you ended up patting them on the head, telling them they did good, and leaving them in their respective enclosures for the night.
The very next day though, you ended up setting up a longer course, or rather, you took the second coral to the track that you use for horses, a good circular track that didn't actually have an end with markings for distance.
“Ok little one, today I need you to keep running no matter what.” You smiled at the second coral as he stared at you, frowning.
“Wadya mean?” He asked, staring at the track with suspicion.
You took out a small collar and fastened it around the bitties neck, it was tight enough to press directly against the bitties neck while loose enough that it could move up and down. It was quite obviously a shock collar, a miniature version meant for bitties, with a little tweak.
The secondary coral batted away at the collar, wrestling with you to try and get it off, before ending up giving up and sending you a glare instead.
“The fucks this stupid thing for?” He glowered, baring his teeth as you set him down at the beginning of the track and pulled out a little remote control.
“It's something new I made after realizing I needed some more physical motivation for you little guys. It's brand new, and honestly I don't know any better specimen to try it on than a little coral who can regenerate from everything.” You smirked at the coral, as he seemed to shrink a little bit at your look.
“Now, like I said before, I need you to run, and if you stop, I’ll have to punish you.” You stated, waving the controller in his face.
“Fuck you!” The little edgy spat before crossing his arms and turning his little back on you.
Shaking your head, you turned the dial on the 8 setting before pressing a little red button underneath.
You looked down at the little coral watching as it seemed to flop over in a little convulsion, his eyelights started to flicker and foam started dripping from his mouth.
“FUUUUU---UuuuuuuUUUUCkkk!” He buzzed out, voice wavering from the shock.
The shock lasted for about 10 seconds, but the little coral looked like it had completely fried him. He looked at you in shock before you smiled down viciously at him, and pointed at the track.
“Whenever you stop running I’ll turn the shock up, this dial goes all the way up to 50, and can even take down a bear on that setting.” You watched the coral look at you in horror as you pointed in the direction he was supposed to run.
“Now get moving, or the next shock I set will be worse.” You stated.
“Fuck you bitch I ain’t doing shit!” He screeched at you, flopping down on the ground and thrashing around like a toddler.
“You can’t fuckin make me!” He screamed, right at you turned the dial up to 9 and pressed the button. You held the button down for about 20 seconds that time, watching the coral freeze up in shock foaming more at the mouth as you let the shock continue.
“AAAAAAAAhhhhh!” He screeched, and as soon as the shock subsided he looked at you with tear filled eyes. “Momma please! Don’t hurt me anymore!” He started begging, and started to slither towards you, with a tear streaked and snotty face.
“Start running then.” You stated simply a little disturbed by the fact that the coral had called you momma instead of mom, or even bitch, a testament to his mixed nature. The blueberry was showing itself off right here.
The coral started to blubber harder, and didn't even notice when you turned the dial up once more to 10. “P-lllll-leaaaaaase! Momma! I Don’t wanna run that track!” He begged as he inched closer to your leg.
You kicked him away, sending him flying towards the track and pressing the button while the little coral was midair. He screeched loudly, voice wavering as he fell, and simply lay there, stiff as a board and foaming from his mouth.
“I said. Start. Running!” You shouted one more time, finger poised over the button as you stared the coral straight in the eyes.
He listened that time, making his way to the track and slithering off at top speed on the track, he was still crying as he ran, and his ugly snotty foamed up face made him look like a cherry rather than a coral. Really if it wasn't for the gold tooth you would swear that he was a cherry.
You started the timer as soon as he crossed the starting line, watching him slither at top speed like a moron. You weren't exactly inclined to inform him that he would tire himself out more by using up all of his energy at the beginning. You were looking to determine just how far he could be pushed before he collapsed.
He passed you 3 times on the track at top speed, a mark firmly in the “hunting” variety, as you’d resolved to start calling them. You did have to turn the dial up at every pass though, as he’d taken to screaming obscenities at you at the stop, demanding to go home, or have chicken nuggies as a reward for “good behavior.” The speed he was going at was taking its toll, as he was already starting to show signs of fatigue. It was slightly above average for a hunting variety, but endurance wise it wasnt looking good.
By lap 5, he was sweating, by lap 7 he was moving at the pace he should have been moving at from the start. You had to shock him at the halfway mark on lap 7, and once more at the start of 8. The shock ended up at 19, at which point you could smell burning magic as he passed, an observation you wrote down in a separate journal in regards to the collar.
He made it to the lap 12 before he collapsed in front of you, panting, tear stained cheeks, and a sticky dirt covered tail painting a sorry picture. He weakly looked at you, pleading silently for a break, before you shook your head, and turned up the dial this time to 23. The level had been slowly rising with each lap, since he didn't seem to get the memo that cursing after each lap only brought more pain. Although this time since he was so exhausted he wasn't cursing, just trying to look cute.
Seeing you turn up the dial, he let out a weak sob, before getting a move on at a glacial pace. He was almost crawling this time, as he wobbled back and forth on his run. You knew this was the lap he would collapse, so you took to following him this time, ready to mark down the exact distance he stopped at.
It wasn't common knowledge that bitties tended to dust at extreme exhaustion, no one liked to test them to their limits But it was still an established fact, the question was whether or not this kind would dust as well.
He reached the quarter mark of the track before he stopped again, breathing heavily, face flushed red with magic. A sign that he was on the verge of extreme exhaustion. You simply wrote down your observation, and kept the button in sight of the mutant coral, causing the bitty to widen his eyes and begin slithering again a little faster than before.
You could hear his sounds of distress, a surprising amount of dry sobs wracking his little body as he went along. His face only getting redder as time passed, his magic running rampant. He reached the halfway mark before he collapsed once again, panting so heavily that you “almost” felt empathy for him.
“You can’t stop yet.” You said, pressing the button, and watching as red smoke curled upwards from the collar. You smelt cigarettes, and mustard in the air. The bitty sobbed even louder, babbling incoherently as he attempted to use his arms to crawl further, which you supposed you could allow.
He managed to crawl the rest of the distance to the starting point, before he smiled in satisfaction and closed his eyes. You wrote down the result, before shocking the bitty awake. This wouldn't stop just because he was tired. He woke, screaming and staring at you with shock and horror.
“Keep going.” You stated, as you watched him sob wordlessly and attempt to crawl further.
He kept stopping, and each time you turned up the shock, although eventually you ended up having to stop his shocks at 25. Turning the dial up to 26 caused magic to pop on his tail, roasting him alive faster than he already was. The only thing that saved him at that moment was that his regeneration was “still” at full capacity, healing any wounds instantly. You would have kept turning up the dial but since it affected the results of your experiment, you supposed that 25 would be the limit.
He kept crawling, until the edges of his fingers started to dust, and the red flush on his body started to literally burn him. You didn't let him stop. He lapped once more, before his little body literally started to explode. Horrifyingly, not killing him, as even while his body was malfunctioning his healing was not. In fact it seemed to go into overdrive.
The popping of his body sounded like firecrackers as the magic rampaged, you could see dust piling up on the ground. Eventually the magic caused more dramatic effects.
His arm exploded into dust, only for it to regenerate right where it had been, then explode once more.
Ecto flesh had involuntarily started to form, a little belly forming before melting off in searing hot magic, only to form again and boil off.
His tail wasn't any better, as the scales fell off repeatedly, before forming again.
His skull was the same as his arms, but for some reason he kept trying to pop off his own skull with his disintegrating hands.
He screamed, then stopped, popping his own vocal mechanism and spitting out dust, before coughing as they regenerated only to pop again. He seemed to be in eternal agony, unable to die painlessly as his own body malfunctioned. The only way it seemed he would die is if he ran out of magic.
“Momma! Please! Help me!” He shouted, and you almost did, before stopping yourself. The data was far too valuable, you ‘had’ to know just how long this would last. So instead you sat by him and timed his death. This wasn't exactly the first time you’d seen a bitty die from exhaustion, but it was the first time you’d seen them recover repeatedly from it.
The whole ordeal lasted for about 10 minutes, like a candle burning down to the last bit of its wick, it petered out slowly. The regeneration slowed down, longer intervals came between regenerated limbs, yielding deformed bones that curled in odd places as they popped like firecrackers while reforming.
His skull became just a small mouth as his eyes melded closed, his screams changing pitch as his vocal mechanism changed with repeated regeneration. His tail stopped regenerating, leaving only the tailbone, while his melted ecto flesh bubbled ominously as it formed restraints around his deformed arms.
Dust started becoming a part of the regeneration, forming little pockets that burst like pus from his skull, into an ever growing pile of dust.
Eventually the screaming stopped, and his tail stopped regenerating along with his arms, leaving a strange mass of crooked ribs and the back of a skull as his little red ai flickered before dissolving in a fizzle of red sparks.
The air reeked of cigarettes, burnt mustard, and burnt flesh, while magic swirled thickly in a red fog on the ground. You stopped your timer, and let out a shaky breath as you stared at the large pile of dust as it caught fire from the fizzle of magic and became ashes in the wind.
To say it was the most gruesome death you’d ever seen was an understatement. You almost thought it wasn't worth repeating as an experiment.
Bittybones breeding mills are one of our main sources of income. Breeding stock are gathered from here and there, from owner surrenders to strays caught sneaking. For everyone's convenience and before we start using them, we cleanly remove their now useless limbs. That way, we have closer to zero escape attempts. Once its done, we keep them in neatly stacked up cages and pair them with a mate.
Everyday, our team comes to feed them with an healthy mix of meds, hormons, and proteins. We also give them all a gentle pat on the head to provide Soul time. The babybones are controlled everyday. Those with defects will pass through our machine to prevent any struggle then will be sent to fighting rings as cheap XP for the fighters. The good ones, that worth selling, are removed at one month old, near the physical weaning time. They are then sent to some of our stores and sold cheaper than the bittys created in the lab.
Of course, the stores aren't the main way to sell those babybones. But it's the only official. A lot of them will be sold in the street to the passing by or by internet ads. Some will also go to the Sakine Family, a familial monster compagny specialized in Bitty Snuff Movies.
"Daddy and mommy loved to bring me new dolls. One doll. Two dolls. Three dolls. But they were always so fragile and they were always missing something! I thought they were ugly.
I wanted complete dolls. And I wanted them to last forever. Four dolls. Five dolls. Six dolls.
I found a way to make them last: It's resin. Two parts resin that I submerge my doll in. It cures in a few hours.
Then, the doll is pretty. Then, the doll is silent. There is some lights from time to time but it goes away after a few months. Seven dolls. Eight dolls. Nine dolls.
I always keep them near my heart, that way, I'm sure they will never crumble apart. I make them new clothes. I bring them everywhere with me. Ten dolls. Eleven dolls. Twelve dolls.
Some have the names of people I don't like. Sometimes, I smash those dolls against my bedroom floor, it's a way of punishing those people mean to me. The doll I named "Brother" is the most broken of all.
My favorite one used to make such a lovely sound before I made it to last. Even now, when I hold it close enough to my ears, I still can hear it sing. It reminds me those pretty shells that make the sea's lullaby.
I met you today. You asked me if I could help you in some way. I know right then that you'll be my next favorite doll." - Jessica
Still too lazy to translate but I can talk a lil. Basically, Spade's fic was to help my non-english speaking friends get an idea of the BittybonesAU and niche. It has three chapters, each in a different style.
First chapter was the bitty abuse-
Spade is in a shelter and adopted by Reader, a young adult woman taking care of her younger teenage sister Marie, to keep company and thus in control Sucre d'Orge, Marie's pygmy lamia bitty. Whole scene is heartwarming and stuff. Over the months, we see the situation turns to sour. Two hyper lamias weren't a good idea at all. They draw on the walls, break everything, tear apart the clothes to make themselves cool bandanas. Money is tight so all that havok actually causes Reader to overwork. We see her mental health going downhill and she starts acting rude toward the bittys. Her sister is not pleased by that and their relationship quickly turns to hatred as the lamias understand they can use Marie against Reader when Reader's being mean. They also have fun comparing their appearance, telling Reader she's uglier and meaner because this and that.
After another fight, Spade actually makes an apology move and goes to Reader bed at night to sleep with her as a peace offering. Reader wakes up startled and slaps the dark thing looming over her head, Spade bites. Venom ensues.
Reader is taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Spade, angry about the slap, uses the animal abuse services patrol coming to investigate about the bite to lie and tell he's getting beaten by Reader. Reader's now facing judicial charges, has an huge fee to pay and has to attend anger management evening classes. Moreover, the time she took being hospitalized and the fact that the lamias ruined her work uniform and computer led to her to being fired from her job. The hospital fee adding are just the top of the cake.
At that point, she's at the end of her rope. Marie has entierely antagonized her and helps the bittys tear Reader's clothes to make their nest. The teen uses a mocking voice as she goes and informs her sister that the lamias are going to have a clutch soon and there's nothing Reader can do against it.
Hearing that, visualizing more Spades and Sucre d'Orge destroying what's left of her life, she snaps. She can't let that happen! She needs to save herself before they will be the end of her! So she runs to the nest, grabs Sucre d'Orge and repeatedly slams him against the wall until there's nothing but dust in her hand. To her sister's horror and wails, Reader then catch pregnant Spade and manages to lock herself and him away from Marie who tries her best to save the bitty.
Reader sees her car keys and then proceed to abort Spade's clutch. She then remembers all the words her sister has said to her over the last month: "sadist, egoistic, ..." and she has the idea of carving them into Spade's tail.
After the deed is done, the adrenaline's gone, her sanity comes rushing back with guilt. What has she done? She isn't an animal abuser! It wasn't... her fault, wasn't it? Grabbing what is left of Spade, she runs into her car and drive to the shelter. Screw the no-return policy, at that point, she may even throw him at the door!
Yet the bites Spade has managed to inflict her during what happened are making her dizzy and she can't react in time as a truck drives right into her car...
"《Come on, smile a little, I'm taking a picture~》 Urgh, what's with that face?! I think he's broken."
This is the second part of two. 😊
<a href="https://angelbittyabuse.tumblr.com/post/641366258622873600/okay-this-ones-soft">First one right here</a>
Was fun to draw my boi. He has a plushie form in WIP BTW.
Spade's a crossbreed between a Pygmy and a Mamba. He's hyper, childish and egocentrical. A nasty lil thing. His venom is dangerous enough to kill a human in a few hours too so you <i>don't</i> want him to multiply inside your house especially as he bites during his tantrums. Reader was doing right. 👌
