You'd taken to hunkering in the Bitty Emporium lately- the largest bitty store in the area- in order for some peace and quiet. Many people had happily taken to playing with some of the bitties in the open area, but... it wasn't really your thing. You weren't in the market for one. Instead, you curl away in the comfy seating area they had, tapping away at your phone.

It was calm.

Until a Killer bitty peered off the shelf above you, a mischievous smirk as they stared at you with a tilt of the head.

"Woah, cool the brooding, buddy. I can smell the depression rolling off of ya' like a cartoon pie."

Their voice is extremely cheeky as they grin. They... weren't supposed to be in this room, and they knew it.