It was usual Friday. You sat down in your cage, counting minutes out of boredom. It so happened that you’re a bitty, and of course people took you to the bitty shop.

You heard a tap on your glass cage. It was skeleton, but there was something weird about him. He had a goop leaking from his eye sockets, and a target-like red soul on his chest.

“You’re hell of a bitty.” He said loudly. Grin’s plastered to his face, as he leaned in to your cage, putting his skeletal palm on the glass.