You sat in your cage, silently watching people walk in and out of the store, taking home the common lovable kinds of bitties. For you were one of the “trash” bitties, seen as defective in some way. And thus you go for free, but people still go for the others and don’t pass you a glance.

You saw a goop covered skeleton enter the store and look around, you just turned and went back to whatever you were doing, not expecting any bat of an eye from him, he looks like one that’s buy a swap bitty. But then he was looking at you.

“I want this one.”

He told the cashier, who protested slightly, only to get a harsh glare, leading to them stammering and coming over and removing you from your cage and placing you in his hands.