#bittybones adoption

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2nd poll for 'Your New Life as a Bitty Owner!'

The bitty is a

Horror Sansy type

Lil Bro

Voting ended onDec 11, 2025

There is a little info on each at the end of the chapter.

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[vex-bittys]

*I just wanted to let my followers know that there are still other active bitty blogs out there. If you have an active blog and want to be added to the list (or know of other active bitty blogs), let me know!

@dumplingsspookysweeties has adoptable bitties and scenarios/asks are open!

@fantasy-fields-bitty-center is an active bitty blog with bittybones available for adoption! Make sure to check out the masterpost to see everything they have to offer!

@himesbittycenter is another active bitty blog offering Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk bitties as well as Cult of the Lamb, Rainworld, and original bitties!

@jayedshifter has active bitty adoptions at their Golden Den Bitty Center! Go check it out; there are Undertale and Invader Zim bitties!

@blacksheepbittybones is also active! They offer Asriel, Muffet, Undyne, and Alphys bitties!

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Chelle pops into the lamia bitty store with her Hanahaki bitties Boss and Beast sitting on her shoulders. “Hi Vex, I heard that you domes times take rescue bitties. I was wondering if there were any dog sized Biteberries looking for a good home? I have a friend that would absolutely treasure one but is a little shy to ask themselves”

*Vex smiles at you and waves, making sure to greet Boss and Beast the Hanahaki bitties as well. “Since adopters showed interest in them, we brought some Yanderetale-type rescue bitties into the shop to help them find homes. If you walk around for a bit, you should see them in no time. They are always looking for some attention.” You glance down and see her petting a Brassberry bitty who is laying on the desk, purring contentedly.

*You begin to wander around the shop. Your shy friend asked about a dog-sized Biteberry, so you’re looking for a larger bitty. He shouldn’t be hard to spot… and he isn’t. A dog-sized Biteberry is walking around the shop, gently headbutting visitors for attention. After being pushed away by one potential adopter, he looks around for the next victim of his affection and sees you.

*You can’t help smiling as he shuffles over and lightly bonks you with his head. Right now he’s adorable, but you know that once someone adopts him, he will become very attached and fiercely protective. You hope your shy friend can handle the little guy. You crouch down and ask him if he’d like to come home to meet your friend. “Threesome?” he asks innocently. Oh boy. You explain that your friend wants to adopt him but is too shy to come in themselves while your Hanahaki bitties splutter in outrage.

*The Biteberry follows you back to the front desk with a little spring in his step. Vex gives him a stern look. “You had better behave yourself,” she warns him, but he just smirks confidently. You begin to wonder if your friend actually wanted a Pure Bite, but this is what they asked for. The Biteberry seems sweet enough if a little bit dirty-minded. You take a deep breath and fill out the paperwork.

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hey, i'm not sure if you remember me, but i was the corny-personality owner who adopted a chain awhile back? well, it seems like a little krait hitched along for the ride. he must've snuck into my hoodie pocket when i fell asleep. i recently found him sneaking about in my home, and the poor little guy hasn't stopped going on about this pygmy friend of his ever since.

*You’re glad that you found your stowaway Krait sneaking around the house. Now you can make his adoption official and help him find his long-lost Pygmy as well. You re-enter the shop with the Krait the same way you unintentionally left with him: in your pocket. He’s peeking out though, pointing you excitedly in the direction where his friend might be.

*You pass the front desk and head for the Pygmy nests in the center of the shop. The Pygmies aren’t in their nests, though; they are zooming around and chasing toys on make-believe hunts. The Krait scans the group of quick-moving blurs of iridescent blue, then shakes his head. You have no idea how he can tell that his friend isn’t among them, but you trust him to know.

*The Krait pats you to get your attention, then directs you towards the Krait play pools.  You’re not sure why he wants to visit the Kraits, but you follow his directions. You actually think it might be a better idea to go to the front desk and ask about the Pygmy. The Krait is already making urgent chirps as you get close to the pools though, and you soon see why. A Pygmy is laying by the pools, gazing mournfully into the water. He lifts his head when he hears the chirps from your Krait.

(Artwork by redkammy)

*The Pygmy darts over and begins to zoom in circles around you, chirping up at the Krait who chirps down at him. Both of them are delighted to see each other again, and you couldn’t be happier. The Pygmy is moving too fast to be picked up, so you let him zoom with you to the front desk for paperwork. And there, sitting on the front desk, you see him. A Blindberry, hunched up as small as he get. As you fill out the papers for your lamias, you ask Vex about him.

* “He came in with some other bittybones, looking for a new home, but due to his inability to see, he’s extremely shy. He’s having a hard time being adopted because he doesn’t like to meet new people,” she explains. Proving her wrong, the Blindberry stands and shuffles slowly over to you. He snuffles your hand, and then hugs it. Your heart melts. “I’ll take him!”

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*Shyly shuffles in the doors, my full sized chain following close behind with a box under one arm.* Hey! I dunno if you remember me! But I adopted Angel here a while back, and we made some flower crowns for the bitties! And flower bracelets for those on the larger side! *Smiles. Angel flops over onto the floor and spreads the accessories out so everyone can get the ones they want.* I was also told to ask about the sad little pure bite that needs a home, I have a special crown just for him!

*The flower crowns and bracelets are an instant hit at the shop. Mambas decorate themselves, and Papythons liven up their nests with the beautiful blossoms. Lieutenant Cherry and Belle the Commander make an appearance, sifting through the various crowns and bracelets to find the best ones for the Commander Gang’s nest. A Corny rolls out from underneath the anti-venom fridge, rolls through the crowns and bracelets until he is absolutely covered with flowers, then rolls back under the fridge to deliver the goodies to the other Cornies.

*Vex smiles when you ask about the Pure Bite. He was brought here because his owner was having financial troubles and thought it would be best to rehome him, and a bitty shop is a great place for a very small Pure Bite with a very big heart. It doesn’t take long for him to make an appearance either, running as fast as he can on his short little legs. He stumbles and falls, but leaps right back up to his feet to run to you for his flower crown.

*You carefully place the crown on top of the little Pure Bite’s head. He reaches up to touch one of the flowers, tears in his red eyes. “He really likes flowers. I think he would enjoy gardening,” whispers Vex.  The Pure Bite reaches into his pocket, pulling out a slightly lint-covered chocolate, the last remnant from the presentation gift he gave to his first owner. He presents it to you.

*Angel saves you having to eat the questionable chocolate by accepting the gift on your behalf and popping it into his mouth. He realizes too late that the chocolate was not a chocolate at all but a well-decorated plastic prop. He swallows it anyway, and the Pure Bite does a little happy dance. You can’t help smiling at the adorable little guy. You ask Vex if he has a name. 

*Vex’s smile widens. “Yes,” she says. “His name is Purr. It was originally a play on the word Pure from his bitty type.” Vex crouches down and gives the tiny bitty a gentle rub between the shoulder blades. He immediately lays flat on his tummy on the shop floor, purring like a muscle car motor. “I think it fits him perfectly.”

(This is a special adoption scenario for the Pure Bite desktop buddy. Other bittybones dolls are also available, and each purchase comes with an adoption scenario or drabble for that specific bitty.)

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Need to Be Needed, Want to Be Wanted

Note: I went a wee bit (ok about 900 words) over the 1000 word maximum, but man, this story just wanted to be written. That’s why it’s under a cut.

She blended so well with the shadows that he almost didn’t see her in the inky gloom of her surroundings. The Horrortale Sans bitty, a Shears type, scavenged the alley behind the restaurant, searching for discarded foodstuffs or fresh prey, whichever he found first. She listened to him scurry about, silent, unable to see his movements due to her blindness but able to pinpoint his location nonetheless.

“There’s dinner scraps from the steakhouse in the middle dumpster. Some of it’s still warm,” the young woman offered helpfully without even turning her head in the bitty’s direction. He glared at her, suspicious that she might be trying to trap him.

Giving the human a wide berth, the Shears bitty circled the dumpsters and trash cans, sniffing here and poking there. The rats and raccoons had long since departed, having taken their share of the refuse earlier in the night. A tantalizing aroma wafted from the middle dumpster. The little skeleton scratched and scrabbled at the rusted metal, but he couldn’t gain access to the morsels inside.

“Do you need help?” the woman asked, shuffling forward with an awkward gait, hands outstretched in front of her. The feral bittybones darted behind some haphazardly stacked cardboard boxes to hide just in case she decided to attack. She didn’t. Instead she patted the empty air in front of her until one of her hands brushed the corner of the dumpster.

Surely the dim glow of the far-off streetlights was enough for her to detect an object as large as a dumpster, thought the Shears. That’s when he noticed that her eyes were closed.

“you’d be able to see where y’were goin’ if ya opened yer eyes,” growled the Shears bitty from his cardboard fortress. She laughed softly in response, lifting the plastic cover from one side of the garbage receptacle.

“Not likely,” she said. “I’m blind. Eyes open or closed, it all looks like darkness to me.” She rifled around from a moment, and the bitty couldn't help leaning forward in anticipation. He hadn't eaten in days, and the scents from the garbage were absolutely mouthwatering.

Peering out from his refuge, the hungry bitty watched the woman fish a bone with a large bit of meat still attached from the dumpster. She crouched down, dangling the prize a few short feet from where he hid.

It was hard to identify the type of meat on the bone. It might be lamb. It might be beef, but the Shears bitty didn’t care what animal it came from. He wanted it badly, so badly, but he did not trust the allegedly blind human. He heard stories on the streets of humans capturing stray bittybones for fighting rings or to sell to science laboratories for experimentation. He avoided those fates by being street smart, and that involved a great deal of mistrust.

As if she sensed his misgivings, the woman sighed and placed the delectable morsel on the ground. She took several steps backwards before addressing him. “I’m not trying to hurt you, but I’ll give you space while you eat if it makes you more comfortable.”

Unable to wait another moment, the starving bitty rushed from his hiding place, grabbed the proffered food, and quickly dragged it back under the cardboard. He tore into the meat with gusto; he hadn’t tasted anything so delicious in his entire life. It wasn’t even moldy!

“so what’re ya doin’ hangin’ out in a place like this?” asked the Shears once the meat had been consumed, licking grease from his phalanges. Probably waiting to kidnap unsuspecting Horrortale bitties, he thought, gnawing the bone for any possible remaining flavor.

The woman smiled. “I was walking back to the shelter where I’m staying, and I took a wrong turn,” she admitted. “I had to rest a moment and reorient myself. It’s easy to get lost in the city even if you have perfect vision.” She chuckled a bit at the weak joke.

The blind woman’s harmless demeanor didn’t fool the Shears bitty in the slightest, but he never got the chance to confront her about it because thunder crashed overhead, making him jump in fright and bump his skull on the cardboard above him. He hadn’t noticed the gathering thunderclouds in the already dark night sky. Lightning flashed, throwing the alley in sharp relief briefly then plunging it back into darkness. Thunder crashed again, louder this time, and the clouds let loose. Rain poured down hard enough that the Shears bitty’s shelter immediately began to buckle.

Yelping in surprise, the woman spoke quickly to the Shears bitty, making him an offer he couldn’t refuse. “You can’t stay out here in this weather. If you want, you can hop in my satchel, and I’ll take you back to the shelter with me.”

“shelter?” asked the bitty, though he was already unfastening the satchel flap to climb inside. The woman made no effort to touch or grab him, which he appreciated.

“It’s a homeless shelter,” she explained, “but at least it’s dry and warm.”

The Shears bitty grunted his agreement, and the blind woman set off. She walked purposefully, counting her steps and turning corners with confidence.

“stop!” shouted the bitty as she stepped out into the street and right in front of a moving vehicle. The car swerved, narrowly missing her.

“I didn’t even hear it through the rain,” she whispered.

“s’alright,” mumbled the miniature skeleton, “i don’t wanna end up as roadkill any more'n you do.” He blushed, embarrassed by his own good deed. They arrived at the shelter a few moments later. An attendant at the front desk greeted the blind woman, referring to her as Void; she nodded a greeting without pausing on her way to the dormitory area.

Beds lined the walls of the dormitory rooms, some occupied, some empty. A quick count revealed a relatively small number of humans in residence, but their presence still made the Shears bitty nervous. Void noticed his growing unease as she brought sheets and blankets over to make her bed for the night.

“You can sleep up on the bed with me, or if you’re more comfortable keeping a low profile, I can tuck the satchel under the bed and you can sleep there,” suggested Void. The Shears bitty opted to set up his own little camp under the bed. He fell asleep quickly to the sound of rain battering the homeless shelter roof.

Sometime in the early morning hours, movement nearby awakened the Shears bitty. Peering out from his improvised nest, he spotted another human attempting to drag the satchel out from under Void’s bed! Snarling, the Horrortale bitty sank his fangs into the offending hand. When the hand withdrew, the bitty followed it, confronting its owner with further snarls.

“takin’ what ain’t yers is a good way to lose a hand,” he growled. Without a word, the thief fled, and the bittybones returned to his temporary satchel home, pretending he didn’t hear the softly whispered “Thank you” from the bed above him.

The next morning dawned with a clear sky, warm golden sunlight, and not a rain cloud in sight. The Shear bitty emerged from the satchel to see Void’s upside down face greeting him as she leaned over the bed.

“Would you like to join me for breakfast? I wash dishes at a local diner, and the owner lets me eat breakfast there before I start my shift. It’s all I can really offer to repay you for your help last night.” She didn’t mention which she was thanking him for- saving her from the car or protecting her belongings- but it made no difference to the ravenous bitty. He never said no to a free meal.

The little skeleton rode in the satchel on the three-block trip to the diner. On the way, he and Void struck a mutually beneficial bargain. Void would keep him fed and sheltered if he would be her seeing-eye bitty. The job sounded easy enough, and the payoff was well worth it. Void gave him a big slice of ham for breakfast with a promise of more food later! Eating twice in a single day? Unheard of in his former life!

The Shears bitty and his human companion settled into a routine that evolved as their relationship with each other progressed. The bitty eventually moved from sleeping in the satchel to claiming a spot on Void’s pillow next to her. With a service bitty to help her, Void found a better paying job. She even moved in with a friend from her workplace a few months after the two of them started dating. As her living situation improved, so did the Shears bitty’s.

As time passed, Void worked her way up to a job in which she didn’t really need an assistance bitty to help her. She assured the Shears bitty that he would always be welcome at her workplace, but he could also stay home if he preferred a life of leisure. The formerly feral bitty never could’ve imagined the life he had now: a home with all of the amenities he could ask for, including all of the food he could eat, with no expectation of repayment.

The Shears bitty missed Void’s company though, and he often chose to accompany her to the workplace. Watching her work without his help only made him feel more useless and out-of-place in her new life though. One night, he overheard a conversation that confirmed his deeply rooted and entirely new fear of abandonment and loneliness.

“I don’t know why you keep that creepy bittybones around. If you feel like you still need a service bitty, we could get you a real one.” The voice belonged to Void’s significant other, and it drifted from the kitchen into the bedroom where the Shears bitty laid curled up on Void’s pillow.

“He’s not creepy,” Void’s voice insisted, “and honestly, I really don’t need a service bitty anymore anyway.” The Shears bitty froze. Void didn’t need him anymore. Dejected, the Horrortale bitty trudged across the mattress to the bedroom window.

“You’re lucky you can’t see him, Void,” the significant other continued. “He’s got a gaping hole in his skull. He has an eerie red eyelight that glows in the dark, and his other socket is blank and empty. He is one hundred percent creepy.”

Exerting every bit of strength he possessed, the small skeleton managed to push the window open a few inches, just enough for him to escape back to his old life… a life where he didn’t need to fear being rejected by someone he had begrudgingly come to care about.

“You’re right, I am lucky I can’t see him. Thanks to my blindness, instead of judging him based solely on his appearance, I can judge him based on his actions. He protected me and helped me when I needed him most. I fed him, sure, but he could find food on his own. He didn’t need me, but I needed him, and he was there for me. How could you even suggest that I replace him?” Void spoke with a quiet passion that touched the Shears bitty down to his very SOUL, but she wasn’t done speaking yet.

“I would rather be homeless again than get rid of my darling Shears.”

Lowering the window, the Shears bitty climbed back up onto Void’s pillow. He feigned sleep when she entered the room, but she knew his breathing patterns too well and wasn’t fooled in the slightest.

Void laid down on the bed, placing her head on the pillow next to him. “I was so scared that you left. I’m glad you stayed.”

Of course she’d heard him opening the window; Void had excellent hearing. Wiggling closer to her, he nuzzled her cheek.

“me too.”

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adoption scenario please. I have over 10 different bitties now but I would like another one.

*Vex calls you to come down to the shop. A Critter Carrier with the Brassberry you ordered has just arrived, and she’s excited to get the Brassberry bitty into his new home as soon as possible. You show up to the shop in a matter of minutes, ready to meet your new little Brassy. You rush to the counter, open the Critter Carrier, and wait for him burst forth into the sunshine. He does not.

*The Brassy peers up at you from inside the Critter Carrier, sockets narrowed in suspicion. “Yer not gonna eat me, are ya?” he grumbles at you. You shake your head. “Not gonna use me as a heat toy?” You shake your head again. 

*“Of course not!” you cry, shocked that he expected such treatment. “I take very good care of all of my bitties, and I love little Brassberry bitties and needed one to spoil!” At the world spoil, he finally emerges from his temporary home. He holds his arms up to you to be picked up, and when you do, he hugs and nuzzles your face. It looks like he’ll be a happy addition to your home.

*”So, uh, are any of yer other bitties hotties like you?” he asks, waggling his brows flirtatiously. Vex snorts and hands you a care pack for the Brassberry with a wound-cleaning kit and bandages and some snacks for the ride home. 

*The Brassberry never looks back. A loving home with other bitties to befriend, boss around, or possibly hump is every Brassberry’s dream, and now his dream had come true.

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May I adopt chain?

*You check your pocket and find a Chain bitty curled up inside. He looks very comfortable and appears to be enjoying your body heat. He blinks at you with his best sweet puppy dog eyes, hoping that you will keep him.

It seems a Chain bitty has adopted you.