★- You'd gotten yourself a bitty to make yourself feel better a while ago. An edgy bitty, to be exact. Youre not too sure on the types of bitty there are, you just thought he looked cool. You bought him at 600G, an extra 200G because he was 'trained' to be an emotional support bitty...

Emotional support your ass. You swear, it's gotten worse since you've gotten the damn thing! You love him to bits- but you feel like it'd be better if you'd gotten the swap one they recommended. More high trained, intelligent, hyper... But you thought that'd be too much for you. Besides, you're broke half to death, you couldn't even afford the swap variant anyways.

You gently put the Apple pencle down from your tablet. You'd been doing commissions on the side ever since you started college. You heard some rustling from the kitchen. Putting on your slippers you left your rather messy bedroom. Trying your hardest to ignore the mirrors on the walls. You walk to the kitchen to see Edgy had gotten himself back into the mustard... For the 3rd time this hour. He's supposed to be asleep- it's 4 in the morning! At least it was the weekend..

You sighed as you confronted him again. You were tired, exhausted even. You didn't want this bitty anymore, but you couldn't just... Leave him. He meant the world to you, even if that world was hell.

"Fuck off! Just lemme finish it!"