Summary:

The names Jessica. I live in a small house right next to criminal central. Sucks but its cheap. Nina, my best friend, just so happens to love Bitty Bones. After being poked for a hundred times, my rare peaceful sleep waved goodbye and I was dragged to the newly opened Bitty Care Center. Curse you insomnia. Let's just say I'm a sucker for big eyes, especially big red teary ones. Sigh. Well, there goes my retirement money. Inspired by the bittybones-au tumblr blog.

Authors Note:

I am currently getting into the undertale fandom and I can say I'm starting to become a real fan. I have recently found the wonderful blog of bittybones-au and I can honestly say that I am hooked. Now, before I go any further, please note: I DO NOT know how many bittybones I can have/use in this story. I have seen posts that say I can use 3 to 5 to 8 and many other numbers. I don't have a tumblr account and I prefer not to have one which means I can't ask. SO~! If I am going over the limit of how many I can use, PLEASE let me know! I don't want to break any rules and I just want to make a good story. Now, also note that I'm not very good with this and I may or may not get out of character sometimes and if I do please let me know and I will do my best to fix it. I will also state that I have seen a few fanfictions and various pictures that use bittybones in a more... eh, sensual manner. Eh heh... *cough* So, I may or may not have a little bit of some steamy scenes. Also, I may make up some of my own designs and I will say now that besides the designs made by bittybones-au (or Fucken-crybaby) all designs are made up in my head and any resemblance or similarities between my designs and someone else is coincidence and I have no intention of copying or stealing a bittybone from someone who doesn't want theirs adopted/used. Now that I have all of my insecurities out, please enjoy. Also, don't be afraid to review.

Main Character (me/the oc):

Name: Jessica Baker. Gender: Female. Age: 24 years old. Height: 6". Family: None (is an orphan). Relationships: None. Skin color: a creamy pale. Eye color: Left eye is a dark sapphire blue and right eye is a deep liquid gold color. Hair color: Chestnut brown with sky blue highlights. Hair style: slightly wavy and just barely grazes shoulders with bangs parted to cover her right eye. Body type: Is lean, fit with just the right amount of body fat, has soft curves in the right places, bust is somewhere between a d-cup and a c-cup, has a full and nicely toned butt. Tattoos/Scars: Has various small and medium sized scars all over her body and has an angelic wing tattoo and a devil wing tattoo on her shoulder blades. Others: She suffers from a severe case of insomnia and suffers from a minor case of depression. Workplace/Job: Is a freelance artist and a Author. Living place: A small house situated just outside the bad side of town. Orientation/Race: White American. Friends: Nina Greentart. Coworkers: None and no boss, obviously. Personality: Kind, shy at first, compassionate, calm, creative, adaptable, supportive, trustworthy, patient, friendly, honest, can be a bit lazy and stubborn at times, has a sharp sarcastic side that she uses instead of anger and has a somewhat heavy perverted type humor that she rarely shows others. She will not start fights but will defend herself and those she cares for, be it with words or the mixed martial arts that she has dabbled in. Likes: Cooking, knitting/sewing, reading, drawing, painting, writing, working, helping others and going on walks through the park. Dislikes: Abuse, murderers, rapists, burning food, stressful work days, arrogant and ignorant people and rainy days.


Poke.

I groan. Whatever the hell was poking me just woke me up from the most pleasant and only dream I've had in the past two weeks. Curse you insomnia.

Poke. Poke.

Maybe if I just ignore the annoying finger, it'll go away?

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Nope. Okay, I'm starting to get mad. Which, in fact, is very hard thing one can do.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Po-

I instantly catch the intruding hand in a very tight but very controlled grip and growl, "If you poke me one more time, I will cut this hand off, set it on fire, inject acid into its veins and shove it so far up your ass, it'll be high-fiving the moon."

A soft and terrified yelp sounded as I turn my head slowly with my most icy and terrifying glare. Nina, my best friend, was shaking in fear. A lot of people tell me that I'm supremely stronger then what I should be, not to mention I'm way taller then a normal female. In fact, I've won many of strength competitions when I was younger and so when I make a threat, one should always take it serious, especially since I'm not one to bluff. Even more tell me that when I glare with both my eyes its like staring Satan and God at the same time, in the face, both of which are glaring with righteous fury. Again, another factor which is greatly terrifying because I'm almost never angry to begin with, so when I do get angry enough to glare, run like hell. However, this is Nina, my best and only friend, since we were two years old, so of course, I sigh and let go of her wrist.

"What the hell do you want Nina? You know the rules, when I am sleeping DON'T wake me up. This is the first time I've slept like a baby in two weeks!" I growl as calmly as I could.

Nina, of course, used to my scare tactics bounces right back up in excitement. "Don't you remember?! You promised you would go to the grand opening of the Bitty Care Center just past the park! It's about time we got one so close! The closest one was about 2 hours away! Not only that but Mama Cry is the mother nurse as well! Oh, I can't wait!" She squeals with excitement. A sigh of misery escapes my lips but an amused smile worms its way onto my face. Nina, my sweet adorable Nina, one could never stay mad at her and her innocently childish ways. In fact, about once a month we would travel two hours on foot just to visit said Bitty CC, so of course one that's even closer is going to make her excited and it doesn't help that the new one that's opening has her Idol working there. I get up and gather the clothes I was going to wear.

I start the water, get undressed and begin my daily routine shower. As I scrub myself I think about how Bitties came to be. Mt. Ebbott was about 48 miles away from this city and it was about four years ago when these Monsters came from beneath the mountain. They were mostly female and each had about a hundred of these adorable little Bitty monsters of all shapes, sizes and species. The 'Mothers', as the bigger monsters are called, were basically the mothers and nurses that take care of these little ones. Of course, humans feared them at first but after a peace treaty between the government and the Mothers was completed, the humans began to warm up to the Bitties. They became the new dogs and cats of the world. In return for land, rights and citizenship, the Mothers must open a Bitty Care Center and allow humans to adopts Bitties. The Government said it was to improve monster-human relationships, and the Mothers readily agreed saying that, as long as they went to good homes and they had the right to take any Bitty back should they find the home unsuitable for the Bitty. Basically the same rights as a house pet. Ever since over a hundred Bitty Care Centers have opened shop in the U.S. and more are still opening. In fact, over eighty percent of the population has or has had at least one Bitty in their lifetime.

I sigh as the water began to get cold, got out and got dressed. Looking into the mirror I see a sad excuse for a human being. Dark circles hung under my eyes as I hunch in exhaustion. I'm wearing a black and white striped long-sleeved shirt over a black take top. Over the striped shirt I have my black leather jacket with the extra large hood down and three silvers studs on each shoulder. My black jeans were worn and torn on the knees and the pocket were covered in silver studs. Black knee-length, steel-toed, flat-heeled leather biker/hiking boots covered my jeans to the knees. Yes, my choice in outfits totally contradicts my personality but I'm more of a comfort person than a looks-good person. Plus it helps keep people away from me. I am a nice person but I hate socializing, especially when two out of three people are often very arrogant or ignorant. I finish my routine by brushing my hair, brushing my teeth and putting on some deodorant. Almost as soon as I open the bathroom door, Nina has already dragged me halfway to the front door.

"Hurry up!" She whines. "We're going to be late! Then we'll miss the chance to see all the adorable Bitties before their adopted!" I purposefully drag my feet and slouch more causing me to be even slower. "JESSICA BAKER!" She yells pouting and stomps her foot like a child.

I snort in laughter and straighten out. I grab my sun glasses, my keys and a messenger bag I know I'm probably going to need, knowing Nina. I pull up my hood and after locking up, stuff my hands in my jacket pockets. We were about 30 minutes away and halfway through the peaceful park when I notice Nina glancing my way and fidgeting. I sigh. "Nina. Spit it out." I say in my blunt way which causes a small smile to cross her face before a concerned frown scars her faces.

"Jess, when we get there... I want to adopt one." She blurts out fast. I'm so glad that I was not drinking water or I would have done a spit-take and started to choke. My face must have said it all. She pouts, "I'm serious! I seriously think I could take care of one!"

I hold up a hand and pinch the bridge of my nose with the other hand. "Do you know what kind you want?"

She stutters "W-well, I-I think a L-Lil' Bro or a Papy Would be..."

"Do you know what they eat?"

"Well n-no..."

"Do you know what to do if one gets sick?"

She raises a finger "Now see here-!"

"Do you know how much attention they need? Have you figured out a schedule between work and Bitty time? What should you do if it does something bad? Have you figured out how to handle its heat?"

The last one makes her blush and she stutters incoherently trying to find the answers. I sigh again. "See? This is why I'm incredulous and why I'm going to say why that is a horrible idea." I hold up a finger before she could protest. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't adopt one but you should do some research before deciding ANYTHING like that. Bitties are not objects, they are living breathing things. They need things to survive, they need love, time, and someone to watch out for them. They are like little kids and a pet all rolled into one." I lecture.

Nina tilts her head and asks, "SO, I just have to learn a little about them to adopt one?"

I sigh and shake my head in frustration. "Let me put it this way: I have personally research a bit about them when searching ideas for my next novel so I know a little on how to take care of them and yet do you see me taking care of one?" She slowly shakes her head side to side. "The reason for that is because I lack a few things I need to take care of one. For example: Time. Just one Bitty needs hours of attention and with my work, you know that it would almost impossible to spend time them, even if we are in the same house. I would have to have my full attention on my novel or painting before paying even the slightest attention to the Bitty. Another example would be money. Being a freelance artist and Author is NOT very paying and I know at least one bitty would take about a hundred thousand dollars every two years to care for. That's more than I make in FOUR years. Again, even with the research I've done, I still don't know all there is to take care of a Bitty, especially when I can barely take care of myself. Do you understand? I'm not saying you shouldn't take care of one but PLEASE take the time to prepare and learn about them BEFORE actually adopting one. Lord knows how many end up on the streets or are heart broken when they're returned back the Bitty CC. Got it?"

During my lecture that I lost myself in, I failed to notice the crowd around me and that we have already arrived at the care center. Looking up I find many eyes full of awe and many are now staring thoughtfully at the CC because they stopped before entering. Nina was looking up at me with awe and I turn around, stuffing my hands in my pockets and huffing with a bright blush on my cheeks. "What you all staring at?!" I snap sarcastically. Many of the people around me jump and scatter.

Nina continues to stare before admitting, "Wow. I didn't know taking care of a Bitty would be that involved. If it would make you feel better, then I will do some thorough research and somehow manage my time wisely before adopting." I nod in relief and thanks.

A clawed hand lands on my should startling me. Time freezes as Nina's eyes widen in a knowing panic and she scurries back as fast as she could. A second later I grab the hand and flip the person onto the ground in front of me. A second after that, I gasp at seeing the Mother Nurse on the floor gasping for breath. "OH MY GOD! I'M SO-SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW...! IT WAS A REFLEX! I'M SORRY!" I shout in panic as I hurriedly place the Mother on her side and gently rub her back until her breath finally starts to regulate normally.

She coughs and replies "No, no. It's okay dear. I'm the one who startled you. I guess this should teach me about sneaking up on others."

I snort in irony. "Yeah, living right next to the bad side of the city does wonders for the survival instinct. I'm used to rapists or murderers sneaking up in me. I'm sorry, again, but instinct is almost always impossible to suppress even in a safe place like my home."

Nina flinches from her place next to me. "Yeah, one time she nearly tore my arm of my body for sneaking up on her. I still remember the pain of it pulling out of the socket and the even worse pain of her putting it back in." She rubs her arm and shivers at the phantom pain.

The mother stands up with a little of my help and I notice almost right away that she is a rabbit demon. "You must be very strong. Again, I'm sorry for startling you. May I know you names?" She asks with a warm smile.

"The name's Jessica Baker and yeah, I'm sorry for flipping you off your feet. Ever heard of the Titanium Crusher?" I smirk.

She laughs at my pun and gasps at the name. "Y-you mean...?" Her eyes are wide and filled with stars.

I nod. "Yep. Retired now but that's me. I went with another name to keep my identity a secret."

"I know two certain Bitties who would love your autograph." She giggles.

I noticed Nina was quiet and noticed she was staring in awe at the demon. "Nina? You okay?" I ask in concern.

"Y-y-you're M-M-Mama C-Cry!" She manages to stutter out. That widens my eyes and a thousand devious thoughts travel through my head.

I giggle and smirk. I lean down and whisper into the demons ears. "That's Nina, my best friend. She's a child at heart but she means well. Your her idol and believe it or not she has a crush on you despite being straight." Cry giggles along with me but does a normal introduction.

"Anyway, before I was reminded why I need to stop sneaking up on people," I blush and look away, "I was going to commend you on your lecture/speech. I rarely find someone who knows responsibility and knows when they can't do something. While it does break my heart that many of the people left after hearing the speech, it warms my heart to know that they now understand the responsibility it takes to care for a Bitty." I smile a little at the praise but shook my head.

"Na, I'm just pointing out the facts and the truth. Anyone with half a brain could see my point..." I shrug.

"Still... You're more than welcome to come in and look." She smiles and heads inside. Nina looks at me grins to the point it hurt MY face just looking at her and then she nearly blew my eardrums out with her massive squeal. The next thing I know I'm being dragged inside.

Today, was looking to be a long day.