#yanderetale bittybones

[vex-bittys]

Maybe a drabble of a King meeting a Blindberry?

Blind Sided

The Kings did not refer to the feral cat colony living in the alley next to the shop as a cat problem, and they certainly disapproved when other people referred to it that way. The Kings made sure that the cats were fed and protected. They also organized a catch and release effort so that the cats in the alley could receive necessary medical care and spay/neuter procedures. The cats of the colony were better cared for than some indoor cats, and caused no problems except constantly melting the hearts of Kings living in the shop.

One warm summer morning after a thunderstorm, one of the Kings slithered outside to check on the felines. As soon as he passed through the door into the alley, he heard the sound of teeny tiny shouting. Cats make a wide variety of noises, but they aren’t (usually) capable of human speech. The words cut off into a deafening screech of terror and pain. Following the shrieks, the King found one of the feral cats with a strange bitty clutched in its jaws.

Darting forward, the King blocked the cat’s escape from the alley. Firmly but gently he grabbed hold of the bitty, petting the cat to calm it while he carefully extracted the bitty from the danger zone. Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the King offered the cat a few treats as a thank you for being patient and giving up its prey. The cat sneezed haughtily and walked away with its tail high in the air, making it very clear that both the King and the bitty he had rescued were not worth its attention.

The King lifted his hands, peering at the bitty who trembled in his grasp. At first, he mistook the small creature for a Brassberry bitty… until he noticed the cloth covering its eyes. He’d never met a Blindberry before, but he recognized the timid bitty from descriptions he’d heard. Since the bitty wouldn’t be able to tell on his own if the danger had passed, the King whispered reassurances to him as he carried him into the shop.

When the King tried to place the terrified bitty onto the examining table so the Nurse Papythons could check him for injuries, the Blindberry clung to his hands with a vice-like grip. No amount of comforting words could dislodge him, and the King’s SOUL warmed at the thought of being such a trusted protector. The Nurse Papythons treated the Blindberry for a few cuts and scrapes with their green magic, but thankfully, he had no serious injuries from his kitty encounter.

The Blindberry nudged the King’s hand as they left the Infirmary. When the King leaned his head down to listen, the Blindberry informed him that he was hungry, starving actually. Absently rubbing the Blindberry’s itsy bitsy back, the King slithered into the storage pantry to find a snack for his new tiny charge. When asked about his favorite foods, the Blindberry rattled off a short list of baked goods, candies, and meat- all items that Vex kept on hand in the shop.

The King selected a cupcake and a slice of ham, both of which were nearly as large as the Blindberry himself, and carried the smaller bitty to his nest to eat in safety and comfort. The Blindberry ate until the King worried that he might explode. After the meal, the Blindberry yawned hugely, and the King offered to get him some blankets and pillows to sleep on. The Blindberry shook his head emphatically.

“I want to stay with you!” the Blindberry declared, and the King didn’t argue. He liked this bitty. The Blindberry reminded him of a cute little kitten.

In the days that followed, the Blindberry ran around exploring the shop with the helpful King slithering along behind him, warning him of any obstacles in his path. The King folded his scarf into a carrying pouch for the Blindberry whenever the bitty wore himself out. Each night, the King curled himself in a circle around the Blindberry to prevent him from wandering off and getting lost or injured.

The Blindberry had been living in the shop for over a week when the King overheard Vex mentioning a Blindberry over the phone.

“-found a Blindberry in the alley. It might be the one you’re looking for,” Vex said to the caller. Spotting the King, she waved him over. The Blindberry kept one hand pressed to the King’s tail while Vex explained the situation to them. A bitty rescue center was calling other bitty shops in the area to help a distraught owner track down their lost Blindberry. Vex described the owner, and the Blindberry spoke up.

“That’s my owner!”

Vex passed the information to the caller, and the King’s large body drooped a bit. The Blindberry had an owner who was looking for him. He was going to leave, to go home. The King felt happy that the two would be reunited, but he would miss the Blindberry’s company. The Blindberry patted the King’s scaly tail until the much larger bitty picked him up. The Blindberry curled up and fell asleep nuzzling his temporary caretaker’s hands.

The owner burst into the shop a few hours later like a cyclone, tension subsiding into relief when they saw the King standing at the front desk with their missing Blindberry in his cupped hands.

“Oh stars, thank you for finding him! A branch fell and broke one of our windows during the thunderstorm, and my poor little guy got disoriented and wandered outside. I’m just so glad he’s alright,” the owner babbled breathlessly, reaching for their Blindberry.

The Blindberry awoke with a massive yawn, stretching like one of the cats who’d almost dusted him. He recognized his owner’s voice immediately and leapt to his little feet. When they touched him to let him know that they were close, he purred softly, then latched onto the King’s long phalanges. Though his owner tugged him gently, the Blindberry refused to relinquish his hold.

With an exasperated sigh, the owner looked the King up and down.

“I don’t suppose you’re interested in coming home with us? I’d actually appreciate having someone around to help keep an eye on him, especially when I’m not home,” they offered, and the King would’ve jumped for joy if it wasn’t so undignified. The Blindberry had no such reservations involving dignity, and shouted loudly with joy, dancing around in the King’s hands.

The happy reunion became a happy adoption and an even happier homecoming.

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[vex-bittys]

Kisses for Brutus: A Bittybones Drabble

NOTE: I felt like the other drabble didn’t really meet the original requester’s criteria, so have this second drabble about an abandoned Brassberry bitty!

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Vex did not like the looks of the person entering the shop at all. It may have had something to do with the fact that he carried a box that made a very distinct crying sound or possibly the way he dropped the box onto the counter as if its contents weren’t a fragile living creature. Glaring icy daggers at the visitor, Vex asked if she could help him. Help him pull his inconsiderate head out of his ass, she thought.

Vex didn’t always judge people harshly when they returned bittybones to a shop. Sometimes situations changed or a bitty’s personality just didn’t work out, but this person’s next few sentences confirmed Vex’s bitty-protecting instincts.

“Can I leave this Brassberry with you? I just wanted to toss him out, but my girlfriend insisted that I take him to a shop instead,” the man explained as if the bitty were a used tissue, and his girlfriend had asked him to use a trash bin instead of littering.

“Of course I’ll take him,” said Vex through gritted teeth, hoping that he would remove his hands from the box and his entire person from the shop as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the unpleasant man just kept right on talking.

“I got a Brassberry because I wanted a tough bitty, but Brutus here is always clinging onto me or crying or asking for kisses. He always wants attention, but if I wanted that kind of responsibility, I’d have a kid, right?” the unsavory character joked.

“Dear God, I hope not,” replied Vex, unable to hold back the comment. With a disgusted sneer, the man, clearly finally realizing that he was not at all welcome in the shop, stalked away and out the door.

Vex exhaled in relief. She didn’t know how much more of that flippant attitude towards living creatures she could take without exploding in a string of very creative curses. Turning to the box, Vex opened it to find a bitty inside with no blankets, toys, or food. The little Brassberry- Brutus, his former owner had called him- trembled in a corner of the box. His sobs had subsided into hiccups and sniffles. Vex noticed that his clothing and the bandage on his head had not been recently, if ever, cleaned.

“Come on out, Brutus. Let’s get you a bath,” Vex cooed to the Brassberry.

“You’re not gonna throw me in the garbage, are you?” whimpered the Brassberry. Vex nearly chased the previous owner down to give him a piece of her mind for bullying the tiny bitty.

“Of course not. Around here, cuties like you get nice bubble baths and warm fluffy towels and lots of snuggles!”

Brutus wiped his eyes and then held his hands above his head in the universal gesture to be picked up. Vex lifted him out of the box and nuzzled him despite the smell wafting from his clothes. I’m going to pretend that he doesn’t smell like lighter fluid for my own sanity, she told herself.

After a thorough bath with lots of suds and bathtub toys, Brutus was fresh, clean, and wearing soft pajamas with smiling clouds on them. Vex offered him a variety of snacks, including some cheesecake with caramel and chocolate on it. Brutus ate like he’d never seen food in his entire life, and Vex sighed. Proper bitty care wasn’t complicated: feed him, love him, provide him with a safe place to sleep. As the Brassberry rearranged the blankets in the basket that Vex brought for him to use as a bed, tears began to stream down his tiny face again.

“I miss Mama,” he wailed suddenly.

Vex picked him up again, holding him close to her chest so that he could hear her heartbeat. He blubbered into her shirt, definitely not the picture of a tough bitty at all. No matter how terrible their owners were, Brassberries loved them unconditionally. Vex made soft shushing sounds and rubbed the Brassberry’s back to comfort him.

“Your owner wasn’t very nice to you. I promise I’ll find you a place where you can be loved. How does that sound?” Vex did not expect little Brutus to shake his head vehemently.

“Not my owner. Mama. Mama loved me n’ she always gave me hugs and kisses and tucked me in at night.” Brutus went on extolling the virtues of his Mama until Vex finally understood. Mama was the girlfriend who had stopped the owner from throwing Brutus away- or worse. Brutus allowed Vex to tuck him into his little nest, but when she leaned down to offer a kiss, he shoved her away firmly. “Not Mama kisses,” he pouted. Poor Brutus.

Vex hoped that a strict regimen of Papython cuddles would do the Brassberry bitty some good. She carried Brutus, basket and all, into the Infirmary with instructions to the Papythons that he should receive as much affection and cuddles as he allowed until further notice. The Nurse Papythons filled the prescription immediately by crowding around the basket and showering the Brassberry bitty in their love and positive energy.

Brutus responded with tired indifference, but the Papythons refused to give up. When Vex closed the door to the Infirmary, they’d curled up around Brutus’ nest, but she heard the Brassberry murmur forlornly: “Not Mama…” Poor Brutus.

In the days that followed, Brutus ate meals and treats listlessly, begrudgingly accepted his baths and bandage changes, and sighed his way through cuddle sessions. Any time he was offered an affectionate kiss, he would turn away stoically, declaring the kiss to be “not Mama kisses.” More time passed, and Brutus’ condition declined. Soon he couldn’t even be coaxed to accept snuggles or sweet treats.

Vex began to worry that poor Brutus might never recover from his abandonment.

Vex’s mind stayed with Brutus in the Infirmary as she went about her daily business in her bittybones shop. Adopters came and went, some of them with joyful lamias in tow. A customer came in and walked up to the front desk, and Vex asked if she could help her. The customer, a young woman, burst into tears.

In between sobs and sniffles, the woman told her story. She wanted to adopt a bitty because she felt lonely after a bad break-up. Vex nodded; it happened quite frequently. The woman went on to explain that she’d dumped her boyfriend after he’d been cruel to his own bitty, a sweet Brassberry that she’d loved dearly. Afraid that he’d done something unspeakable to the bitty, she kicked him out that very night, not believing his stories about dropping poor Brutus off at a bitty shelter.

“Wait, did you say ‘poor Brutus’?” Vex asked, cutting off the woman’s story. The woman nodded, wiping tears from her eyes and cheeks. “Hold on,” Vex told her.

Vex hurried to the Infirmary. Brutus lay face down on the floor, the Nurse Papythons watching him with concern. Vex scooped him up, and he flopped lifelessly in her hands. Not dust though, Vex reassured herself. Not now and hopefully not ever if I’m right.

Bitty in hand, Vex rushed back to the woman, whose eyes widened with recognition immediately.

“There’s someone here to give you kisses,” Vex whispered to the Brassberry bitty, holding him out to the woman. Brutus didn’t look up or move. 

“Not Mama kisses,” he grumbled.

“Oh Brutus,” the woman, Brutus’ beloved Mama, cried. “It’s you!”

Brutus sprang to his feet, and his Mama barely caught him before he plummeted to the floor in his mad scramble to reach her. His Mama held him up to her face and nuzzled him. Brutus giggled and wiggled, repeating the word “Mama” over and over again, and when she planted a smooch on top of his little skull, he closed his eyes in utter bliss.

“Mama kisses!”

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[vex-bittys]

Excuse me, is this a place where I can adopt? I've done a lot of research and prep, but haven't adopted a bitty yet because of my nerves. I wanna give em the best home ever, ya know? I just wanted to know... If I could adopt a Pure Bite, if that's possible- if not I'm sorry for the mishap! I can promise a good home! I love reading, art, and listening to podcasts & music! I'm a pretty mellow person, who is pretty understanding & patient. Anyway, I would I love to adopt a Pure Bite as a companion!

*Vex arrives at the shop with a new bitty in tow. She picked up this Pure Bite bitty from a bitty shop that closed down, and now she would need to find him a home. She glances at the little bitty nestled on his pillow in the carrying basket. He slumbers peacefully, looking pretty darn adorable except for the ever-present muzzle that Pure Bites always wore to keep them from accidentally harming others with their razor-sharp teeth and affection nibbles.

*Once Vex is back in her own shop, she grooms the little Pure Bite, bathing him and dressing him in fresh clean clothes. Last of all, she ties a ribbon with a bell on it around his neck. The Pure Bite looks up at her with his red eyes, and she tells him how handsome he is. He’ll find a home in no time. He smiles behind his muzzle, and Vex smiles back.

*You walk into the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center hoping to get some information on where you can adopt a Pure Bite. You’ve done research, but many shops don’t carry Pure Bites because of the biting risk. You haven’t taken more than a few steps into the shop when you see him: a little Pure Bite bitty holding a flower sitting on the front counter with an “Adopt Me” sign in front of him.

*He’s too precious for words, and when you approach him, he holds the flower up to you, eyes hopeful. The bell on the ribbon around his neck jingles, making you smile. You accept the offered flower and give the Pure Bite some pets on his skull. He purrs happily, leaning into your hand. Vex appears a moment later, and you tell her that you’d be more than happy to take this Pure Bite home with you.

*Vex is relieved. The Pure Bite is ecstatic. And you? You’re feeling like this is the start of something good.

[vex-bittys]

(Oh no, I've fallen for brassberries now ;A; could I add one of those to my last request if you got it/them? Maybe a full size pure bite that had been returned? It was probably a surprise for me at the store to fall for him and she just can't leave him behind. Thank you so much for your time)

(This is the final special adoption drabble! Thank you so much for purchasing a bitty doll from otomecrazy! Take good care of him!)

Warning: blood, minor injury, stitches

*Even though you have a pretty full house of lamia bittybones, you still enjoy visiting the shop from time to time. You can watch the hatchlings in the nursery, spend some time with Poff and Honey (who love the attention), and even collect some treats or surprises for your lamias back home. There is always something going on at the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center, and you just like being part of it.

*Today, you spot a new face dashing around the shop, a bitty type that you’ve heard of but never seen before. His red eyelights and stubby tail (which wags excitedly as he runs around the shop) can only belong to a Pure Bite bitty. You watch him for a few moments, drawn in by his joyful personality. He’s also carrying a muffin that’s bigger than he is, so happy to have it that he hasn’t even sat down to take a bite of it yet. You soon discover why.

*The precious little Pure Bite Bitty runs up to you and triumphantly holds up the muffin, offering it to you. He’s giving away his delicious muffin as a gift to someone that he hopes is a potential adopter. There are plenty of customers wandering around the shop, but the Pure Bite bitty has chosen you for his very important gift! He’s too adorable, so you reach down to scritch under his little chin and let him know that he can totally enjoy his muffin and still get adopted (by you of course).

*The Pure Bite bitty purrs from the attention, setting down his muffin to lean into your touch. He’s eager to return the gesture of affection, so he gives your hand a sweet little Pure Bite nibble, not realizing just how sharp and dangerous his teeth can be. You don’t feel any pain at first. You don’t even notice the cut until you see the blood dripping from your hand. Your blood!

*Using their acute sense of smell, Poff and Honey sound the alarm that someone in the shop is hurt, and Vex rushes over to lead you to the Infirmary to have your injury treated. She inspects your hand. It’s a deep cut that will require stitches, but the Nurse Papythons can handle it without much of a problem. They are already slithering over to help as you explain to Vex what happened.

*Vex sighs. “Usually Pure Bites wear a muzzle because their bites are so dangerous. They like to give love nibbles which can result in serious injury,” she tells you. “I took his muzzle off so he could eat his muffin. I’m so sorry.” You wave away the apology with your good hand. The Pure Bite clearly didn’t mean to hurt you. And speaking of the muffin-wielding cutie…

*The little Pure Bite pushes open the door to the Infirmary. His little stub tail is no longer wagging. He tried to put his muzzle back on, but it’s askew on his face and not fastened properly. Tears stream down both of his tiny round cheeks, and he holds up the tear-sodden muffin to you. He must feel terrible for what happened, you think. You accept the muffin, putting it aside and helping him fix his muzzle with your good hand. You murmur to him that everything is ok and that you’re getting all fixed up.

*He nods and begins to shuffle away, but you stop him. “It doesn’t mean I won’t adopt you,” you say softly. “We’ll just have to be more careful in the future, ok?” The Pure Bite bitty’s face brightens and his stub tail resumes it’s energetic wagging. Seeing the expression on the Pure Bite bitty’s face when you sign his adoption papers is worth a few stitches in your hand.

[vex-bittys]

I just read about an anon leaving a brassberry bitty with you because they were sick of it! do you mind if i adopt it, i would hate for any bitty to turn to dust?

(You were the first to volunteer when I originally received the ask about dropping him off, so you shall be his new adopter!)

*You step through the door of the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center just in time for a very small pile of baked good and bath suds to collide with your legs. Upon closer inspection, the strange creature is actually a naked Brassberry bitty who has fallen back onto his butt and dropped all of his yummy baked goods. The Brassberry instantly bursts into tears.

*You help the poor little guy gather up his baked goods, but he just stuffs a cookie into his mouth, still sobbing. He swallows his bite of cookie, looks up at you, and wails: “I want to go home!” Oh dear, this must be the Brassberry that the owner wanted to return. You’d been visiting the shop regularly, awaiting his arrival, and here he is, soaking his yummy snacks with tears (and some snot).

*You pick him up and gently wipe his little face. Vex catches up to you both and holds out a fresh clean towel for the little Brassberry, who pushes it away. “I wanna go home!” he repeats. You pick him up again, holding him close and rubbing his little back while making comforting shushing sounds. Vex stacks the baked goods back into their basket and sets the basket and the towel next to it on the counter.

* “You can’t go home right now, sweetie,” you tell the Brassberry in a soft voice. He’s clinging to your shirt and sniffling, and you’re getting a bit damp from the contact. “But maybe you’d like to come home with me for a little bit? Just to wait and see if your owner comes back? And if they don’t you’re always welcome to stay. I’d love to have a sweet little Brassberry like you.” Your kind words and the sound of your voice seem to be calming the Brassberry a bit.

*You pick up the towel and wrap the Brassberry in it, drying him off and tucking him into the warm softness. The Brassberry blinks up at you with drowsy eyes, exhausted from the day’s events. Slowly he nods, then dozes off, leaning against your chest and listening to the sound of your heartbeat. Vex packs some clothing for the Brassberry into the treat basket, and you take the gifts, and your new bitty, home.

[vex-bittys]

yeah, you can take Brassy off my hands, then. he’s healthy, but I cannot handle him. he’s annoyingly needy, he smells funny, and he will not stop asking me to hug and kiss him, even though he’s gross as all hell with that nasty head wound (I clean it daily, but just... ugh). I felt sorry for him in the shop, but I don’t like him, and he needs to be gone before I get rid of him myself.

*You hand the confused Brassberry over to a tight-lipped Vex. She appreciates your decision to bring the Brassberry to a bitty shop instead of just tossing him out on the street (or worse), but Brassberries are very sensitive to being returned and may even dust if not handled properly. Currently, the returned Brassberry is sniffing himself. He doesn’t think he stinks….

*Vex thanks you icily then turns away and carries the Brassberry into the Infirmary area for a check-up and a bath. You sense that you’ve been dismissed, and it’s a very uncomfortable walk through the silent shop with so many accusing eyes on you. Other bitties in the shop wince as you walk through door and out of the shop with the Brassberry wailing “Wait!” behind you.

*Vex gives the Brassberry a sniff and a nuzzle in the Infirmary. He has a musky odor, but that’s just the typical Brassberry scent. His wound is clean and he’s pretty healthy except for his forlorn expression and heart-breaking cries for you to come back. “How about a nice warm bubble bath?” suggests Vex kindly, but the abandoned bitty barely notices when she gently removes his clothes and carefully sets him in the shallow tub of bathwater.

*Vex hums and coos at the little Brassberry as she rubs nice soapy water into his bones, hoping to comfort him with physical affection, but the Brassberry is staring at the door to the Infirmary with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he leaps up and out of the bathtub, and darts out into the shop, completely naked, shouting about how he wants to go home, a stream of foamy bath bubbles trailing behind him.

(Don’t worry, this little guy has an owner all lined up already!)

[vex-bittys]

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.

[vex-bittys]

Where can I find info on Brassberries? From what little I've been able to find, they're only found in the BittyBones AU.

*Oh boy, oh boy. Time for some Brassberry information! First, you can find the original post about Brassberry bittybones here. Second, Brassberry is the Sans from Yanderetale (more about that later). Third, Brassberries come in two sizes: regular bitty size and dog sized (small toddler size). Brassberries can grow to full-size if their owner requests it or is in immediate danger. Fourth, there are sub-types of Brasberries:

Blindberry: a Brassberry that has been blinded to make him more docile

Biteberry: a Brasberry that is in a perpetual state of monster heat

Pure Bites: Docile, sweet, loves you so much, please love him

Blue Bites: sadistic and manipulative, do not allow near other bitties without supervision

Brass Bites: Big, dumb, horny

*As I mentioned, Brassberry is the Sans from Yanderetale. When ammazolie deactivated her original account, the original Yanderetale comic was lost, but if you Google “Yanderetale” you may be able to find it. WARNING: Yanderetale contains gore, sexual violence, and dark themes.

*Basically, in this story Papyrus (YanYan) is unhinged and kills some monsters, culminating in him eating Flowey’s SOUL (yes, Flowey had a SOUL for this AU). YanYan gains the power to RESET but he also unleashes a curse on Yanderetale which makes all of the monsters go crazy (yandere). The physical manifestation of the curse is the appearance of multiple eyes (body horror) when the monsters are experiencing yandere emotions.

*My story Those Unreachable Stars (Tumblr | AO3) is a self-insert story, but it also contains much of the canon story of Yanderetale.