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.

In their eyes, you weren’t made to be loved. You were just a mistake, a waste. you were trash. you weren’t meant to be made.

but that doesn’t mean you didn’t feel things.

You saw a goop covered skeleton enter the store and look around, you just turned and went back to whatever you were doing.

Clearly 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.