Glad to see a undertale au author still up and running.
Thoughts on writing a feral underfell bitty sans (possibly abandoned, escaped from a bad place, neglected? Who knows) the reader finds injured and patches them up + befriends them?
Some bitty fics include feral bitties travelling together, like a horror or classic sans with a fell.
Basically, go nuts, no strict requests. Interpret it how ever you like :)
Hope you like this request, idk just enjoying the fandom.
Enjoy the rest of your day/night ^-^
I am so happy to do this! It reminded me of a picture I found on Pinterest that I wanted to adopted fell san bitty. Here is the picture. Also, I'm gonna do it with fell and horror since they where abandon for there looks and attitude.
To anyone else reading this: You will adopt him, and if you don't, I will find out where you live and kill you. Then I'm gonna bring you're ass back from hell and make you write a sorry letter to a fictional character.
Enjoy <3
FellSansBitty X Reader X HorrorSansBitty
It was just a normal day in Ebbot city. All you wanted to do was get a coffee and some treats but mother nature decided that you where gonna deal with nature and threw the biggest Strom the city has seen.
You where currently running down the street, you're jacket over you're head to stop getting wet.
While on you're way back home, you ran by a alley you passed a million times. Though, this time was different. You heard crying. You stopped and tried to listen over the heavey thunder and rain but you couldn't.
When you got closer, you where able to hear it clearer. When a loud thundering boom made it's present, you heard a whimper. When you followed the noise, you came across a wet, broken down box. On the front it said "bitty for sale." There were numbers also scratched out.
25$, 15$, 5$, and free. You looked inside and you saw a bitty. Bittys where interduced to human kind when monsters arrived above ground.
Humans took them quickly and made more of them. They are now used for therapy, friends, pets, and teatchers for the disabled.
Though there were times when bittys did stuff they were not meant to do. Like bitting, talking back, and actually running away from their owners. People called then "broken bittys."
When that stuff happened, people would take them and dust them or put them down in human words. You did not believe in that way since it was wrong, and living things should have free will.
So when you opened the soggy broken box open, you came face to face with the bitty. It looked up at you, scared but also hissed at you in fear.
You used your best smoothing voice to calm into bitty and reach your hand out. Showing it that it can get on your hand if it wants.
When another loud thundering boom was heard, it quickly grabbed you're hand and you slowly raised it up.
Now that it was in your hand, you quickly brought it underneth your jacket and got a closer look at it
It looked like....
FellSanBitty
It looked like a little cherry. It had a big furry black and yellow jacket and shorts.
It had red eyelights.
It looked at you while you stood up and quickly ran to you're house.
Once you reached you're house, you where quick to grab a towel and help the bitty dry off.
It grumble and snapped at you, saying it can do it it's delf
Once it was dru, you interduce youreself. "Hi, my name is (Y/N). What's you're name?"
"....sans...but I like being called red...."
You nod and ask him if he wants food.
You make him some grilled cheese and give it to him.
He complains that the grilled cheese was too cheesy, but he was lying that he hated it since he was eating it faster, then he could chew it.
You had to tell him a few times to slow down.
While he eats, you asked him why he was in that box.
Red stopped eating and looked at the ground.
"No one wants a mean looking bitty..."
Obviously you don't like that so you pet his head and say to him. "I don't think you look mean looking. I think you look tough."
Red looks at you surpised. He looked at you like you were joking, but how you were petting him, you wernt joking.
He blushes and pushes you're hand away.
"I ain't cute."
You chuckle and nod. "Of corse you're not."
"I said I ain't fuckin cute! Now stop fucking petting me!"
You guys are gonna have a instresting relationship.
Pretend that's you're hand.
HorrorSansBitty
When you got a better look at the bitty in you're hand, it looked hurt.
It had a hole in its head, torn up clothes, and seemed to be shaking from the cold.
You held it aginst youreself and ran home.
Once home, you quickly grabbed a towl and help it dry it off, being mindful of its hole in the head.
Once dry, you asked him for a name.
"......sans......but people call me horror."
You nod and ask if he wants some grilled cheese.
His eyes seem to shine at the sound of food and quickly nods.
You make some and give it to him.
You watch him devour the grilled cheese in seconds.
You had to tell him to slow down.
Once he was done eating, you asked the hardest question.
"Why where you in that box?"
Horror stopped eating the crumbs and looked down
"No one wants a broken looking bitty."
You're hurt by his words but after a bit, you take 2 fingers and pet his good side of his skull.
He immediately looked at you surpised but smile and purred.
~The second chapter for my bittybones story is here! If you'd like to see other bitty types in the future, let me know through the comments or my ask box! As always, asks about my stories are welcome!~
~~~A Little Bit(ty) of a Small World~~~
~~Chapter 2: Back to Bitty City~~
The first thing you checked as soon as you got home was the PB&J you had set out for the bitty. It was gone, but there was an odd yellow substance smeared on the plate as well. You hesitantly picked up the plate and sniffed it, and immediately recognized the substance as mustard. How was there mustard on the plate? You were quite confident that you hadn't put mustard on the plate, so that left two options. One, someone had broken into your house to specifically put mustard on your plate, or two, the bitty had, for some unholy reason, decided to put mustard on a perfectly good PB&J. You didn't know which was worse.
You shook your head and put the tiny plate into the sink, setting the cage by the door. You kicked off your shoes and looked around your house. You felt like you were bring watched and tried not to shiver. It was strange, to be watched in an apartment where you were supposed to be living alone. You shook yourself and reminded yourself what you needed to do. You grabbed another small plate from the cabinet and piled it with grapes, Ritz crackers, and various slices of meat and cheese. You had set out a thimble for later yesterday, and filled it with water. You set the plate and the thimble of water down on the counter, sat on a stool about three feet away, and waited.
It was nearly an hour before anything happened. You had been on your phone, texting a friend, when you saw something move out of the corner of your eye, making a beeline for the food. You didn't react in fear of accidentally spooking the bitty, but listened quietly as it began devouring the food. After about twenty seconds, you slowly lifted your gaze from your phone and made eye contact with the bitty. It was wearing a red turtleneck and black shorts with a single yellow stripe on each side. It looked adorable. It froze, a grape clutched in it's tiny, sharp hands. You made no move toward it, only blinked slowly and lowering your gaze slightly. You weren't sure if the tactic of displaying submissiveness would work, but you heard another squish as the bitty bit into the grape, so you assumed you had placated the tiny being. Suddenly, a raspy voice came from in front of you. "The fuck are ya doin, human?"
You startled from the sudden voice and looked up. The bitty was glaring at you, chewing half of the grape in it's sharp-toothed mouth. It finally registered in your mind that the bitty had asked you a question. "I..... what...?"
The bitty looked irritated, shoving the other half of the grape into it's mouth. "Why the fuck are ya feeding me?"
"Oh.... well, I didn't want you to be hungry."
The bitty narrowed it's eyesockets at you. "Oh? And what's the cage for?"
Oops.. the cage might have been a bad idea. The bitty looked mad. "It... was just in case-"
"In case of what?"
You gulped. "In case you didn't come willingly to the bitty center?...."
You sounded sketchy even to yourself. The bitty scoffed and seized a slice of ham from the plate, tearing into it with it's pointy teeth. "So if I don't cooperate, you're gonna throw me in a cage and ship me off to the bitty center?"
"No!"
The bitty blinked at you. "No.... what?"
"That's.... I was hoping I could adopt you. You know, so you don't have to live in the walls."
The bitty stared at you. You felt your anxiety begin to climb. "I-I mean, um.... I just.... I thought you'd..... you know, like to be...."
"Be a pet?"
You winced at the word. Bitties were more like tiny people than pets. "No, not a pet. More like.... a companion?"
The bitty paused it's assault on the slice of ham to examine you with distrustful red eyelights. After a minute, it scoffed and resumed eating. "Sure, whatever."
You couldn't stop the dopey grin that spread across your face. "Is it okay if I take you to the bitty center tomorrow?"
The bitty grunted. You decided to take that as a yes. "You need a name..."
The bitty snorted. "Eager, are you?"
You flushed. "I... just thought I should call you something other than 'bitty'."
The bitty rolled it's eyelights. "Just don't name me anything stupid. And don't give any girl names. 'M a boy."
You tapped your chin, thinking. "What about... Sam?"
"No, that's a stupid name."
"Hey, I know some nice Sams!"
"Pick a different name."
"Jacob."
"Nope."
"Elliot."
"Nah."
"Seargant. Sarge for short."
The bitty paused before resuming his mission of inhaling a cheese slice as big as him. He shrugged. "It's not as stupid as the other ones."
You smiled triumphantly. "Alright Sarge."
The bitty grunted. "Don't overuse it."
You chuckled. "Sure thing, Boss."
You looked at the bitty, hesitant. "Um... can I hold you?"
Sarge gave you an incredulous look. "The fuck for?"
"Don't bitties need Soul time?"
Sarge huffed in annoyance. "Yeah."
"So.....?"
"Fine."
You held out your hand, and Sarge eyed your hand before crawling over to it, sitting in your palm and glaring up at you. You slowly lifted your hand up to your chest, cradling the tiny bitty against your collarbone. Sarge didn't move for a moment, and you were afraid he was going to change his mind, but then he groaned in defeat and laid his skull against your shoulder. You smiled and moved one of your hands so you could gently stroke the back of his skull, to which he immediately began to purr.
You stayed like that until you felt yourself beginning to nod off. You stood up from your stool, taking care to not disturb Sarge, and went to your room. You tried to dislodge him from your shirt so you could change into your pajamas, but he refused to let go, his tiny claws clenching the fabric. You huffed in amusement and laid on your bed on your back, stroking Sarge's skull until you fell asleep.
The next morning came quickly, and both you and Sarge groaned when your alarm went off. You reached out an arm and failed it around until you hit a button to shut off the noise before sighing and sitting up, other hand cupped beneath Sarge to ensure he didn't fall off. He squinted up at you sleepily. "Izzit time to get up already?"
You chuckled. "Yep. And I need to take a shower, so you need to let go."
With great reluctance, Sarge relinquished his hold on your shirt. You carefully set him down on your desk and grabbed some clothes from your closet, trudging over to the bathroom and closing the door. You turned the water on and stripped off your wrinkled clothes, stepping into the shower. After your wonderful time in the shower, you stepped out, toweled yourself off, and got dressed. You did your hair and brushed your teeth, then left the bathroom. Sarge wasn't on the desk, which gave you a mini-heart attack, but then you heard cursing from the kitchen. You left your room and walked to the kitchen, finding the tiny bitty struggling with a bottle of mustard. Sarge froze upon seeing you before scowling. "Took ya long enough."
You chuckled, walking over to him. "Need some help with that?"
The bitty growled. "No! I got it!"
You watched him try to open the lid for another minute and a half before taking it and popping off the lid. Sarge pouted. "I loosened it for ya."
You laughed. "Of course you did."
Sarge made grabby hands at the mustard bottle, and you handed it to him. To your amazement, he began to guzzle it as soon as he got into a position where he could drink it. After a moment, he pulled away from the mouth of the bottle, wiping his mouth on his turtleneck with a grin. "Ahh... that's the good stuff."
".... You're so weird."
The bitty scoffed and vanished. You felt a slight weight on your shoulder and looked at your shoulder to see the bitty clinging to your ear. You chuckled. "Comfy?"
Sarge bared his sharp teeth at you. "Just GO."
You complied. You went to the door and put on your shoes, then went down the stairs and out to your parked car. You got into the driver's seat and felt Sarge shift around on your shoulder. You put your seat belt on, checked your mirrors, and began your drive back to Bitty City. Sarge was quiet the whole way, but you assumed he was just nervous about being in a new place. When you turned into the parking lot, Sarge began to fidget on your shoulder. "Uh..... maybe this isn't such a good idea..."
You looked at him. "What do you mean? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet."
Sarge scowled and crossed his arms. "So what if I am?"
"Why are you scared of the bitty center?"
Sarge spluttered in outrage. "I ain't SCARED!!"
"Then why don't you want to go inside?"
Sarge scowled. "If you're gonna be such an ass about it, fine! Let's go in."
"But-"
"Just go in, idiot."
You sighed and got out of the car, Sarge sitting on your shoulder. You walked inside and toward the register when a booming bark erupted behind you. You turned and saw an enormous dog bounding toward you, snarling and frothing at the mouth. You and Sarge squeaked in horror.
~A cliffhanger! Excellent. If you wanna give theories, suggestions, or ask about the story, you can do so in my ask box! Please reblog, as it helps spread my work. Thank you for reading, my gems!~
