The shop was quiet today, only the occasional soft sound of the bell indicating a customer's arrival. Personally, Horror could care less for any of the humans and monsters that peeked inside.

He was currently too busy stuffing his pockets with kibble to pay attention to the sudden sound of the bell again, frustrated when a few pieces fell out and behind him.

Horror huffed softly, turning around to crouch and pick them back up, pausing when a sudden large shadow fell over the glass bitty tank Horror alone sat in. This was of course due to the fact that Horror was never a fan of sharing his things.