Key for Fill-In's:
Y/n - Your name || H/c - Hair color || F/c - Favorite color || D/c - Drink of your choice || S/c - Snack of your choice
2nd POV
I need to go shopping soon.
The realization dully bounced around in your skull as you searched your kitchen, wondering what a bitty would eat.
Sure, you'd read up about the basics on Bitties in order to get your current jobs, but the only information you really kept was their average sizes and behaviours— not their diets. Besides, that was practically years ago! It was understandable how you'd forget the unnecessary parts!
Not wanting to keep the Edgy waiting, you settled on some saltine crackers that you usually only ate if you couldn't stomach anything else. (Sick days, even with their scarcity, absolutely fucking sucked for you.)
You frowned as you made your way back into the bathroom, seeing that the bitty had curled up on himself against the wall. Had he been scared by something? The wind outside, or perhaps the silence? You could definitely relate to the latter.
Gently, you tapped a finger against the counter. He jumped slightly, but then frowned when he noticed it was you.
The expression fell as he spotted the crackers in your other hand, and you could tell he was just about drooling at the sight of them. A spout of anger flashed through you, and you reminded yourself to revisit that damned bitty ring.
You placed the saltine on the counter and gently nudged it toward him, "Eat this while I set up your bath, alright?"
You could see the suspicion in the light glare he gave you, but he hastily took one of the crackers after a few moments of hesitation. You couldn't help but smile at the obvious joy he radiated as he ate it, and that pang of anger surfaced once more.
To distract yourself from cursing out everyone that was involved with that little subject, you pulled out a tin basin you kept under your sink, just in case you found an injured stray or something. (It had never happened before, but the present was still technically happening right now, so you mentally thanked that little hoarding instinct in the back of your head.)
You turned on the faucet and were about to put your hand under the water stream to check its temperature when you abruptly froze just an inch away.
The bitty noticed and raised his little bone-brow, "You 'kay?" he hesitantly asked through a mouthful of crumbs.
His eyelight trailed down from your half-irked expression to your arm, and he quickly experienced the same realization you had.
You were still wearing your gloves.
God, the amount of embarrassment you felt right now almost physically hurt.
"Motherfucking hell..."
With a frustrated sigh, you crouched back down to the sink and stuck your arms into the cabinet.
The Edgy, curious as to what you were "reaching for," sprinted over to the edge of the counter, only to reach it just as you stood back up.
Somehow, you had managed to replace your standard fabric gloves with almost identical latex ones in just a few seconds.
"How the—..."
You caught his almost baffled stare and smirked, "Magic." You winked.
Or, attempted to.
Instead, you kept either blinking both eyes or not even fully closing them with each try, making the bitty snicker at your resurfacing frustration.
"C'mon!" you scolded at yourself, "The one moment I've had in years!"
The Edgy burst out laughing and you all but smiled.
Rolling your eyes, you put your hands under the still-running stream of water. It took a second for you to register it through the latex, but you quickly realized it was definitely way too hot for the frail little bitty, and twisted the blue knob to cool it down a little.
I should bring him to that one bitty center in the city. Maybe my employer could teach me a few things to keep him healthy and—
You abruptly cut off your train of thought.
Shit, I'm not gonna keep him, am I?
You furrowed your brow and placed the basin underneath the faucet, giving the still-snickering bitty an almost woeful glance.
Dammit.
You wanted to clear away the thoughts with a quick scratch to your arms, to let the pain distract you, if only for a few seconds, but a part of you stubbornly reasoned that this wasn't the time to run away.
Before you practically let your mind leave your body entirely, you spaced back in and turned off the faucet, placing it onto the countertop, coincidentally just as the Edgy finished his third cracker.
"I'll leave you some privacy to do your thing as I get you some better clothes," you said, placing a soap bar into the water, small with overuse, "I don't suggest getting any of this in your mouth. If you need me, just, I dunno, scream?"
The bitty seemed a little surprised at the sudden bluntness in the way you talked, before he grew a bit... distraught?
"C-Can you.. stay, or something?" he mumbled, face growing a little red, "I, uh, I don't know.. how to, y'know, do... this."
You frowned slightly. Were you right about before?
"I mean, sure, but I still have to get you clothes and stuff," you said, "How 'bout this; I'll be gone for just a sec, you get undressed and into the tub, alright? I promise, I won't.. I won't leave you alone for as long as before, 'kay?"
Though hesitant, the bitty slowly nodded, and you smiled.
As you left the room, making sure to be quick on your feet, a quick sigh left you.
Fear of being alone.
Great.
a/n: hahahahah i planned for this to be longer but then brain really said "go fuck yourself lmaooo" ಥ‿ಥ
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