This is going to be a story about bitty bones, for those who do not know what those are it is a AU where the monsters are the small and basically functions like sentient pets.

I just figured I would warn you!

ENJOY!

The wind picked up as you sat on your porch that looked out to the sea, the waves crashed violently into the shoreline of the pearly white sand that made up the border between your beach home and the ocean. Taking a healthy sip of your tea that you had brewed yourself so that you could enjoy the few hours you had before you had to drag yourself into work for the day.

You actually had to grumble to yourself as you glared out at the ocean as if trying to make it tell you why the weatherman lied to you about there being a storm literally on your doorstep. Your windchimes ringed loudly as the wind blew them harder than the small chime was meant for, you swung lazily from your porch swing as you took small sips of your tea before setting it down on a small table near your porch swing and you stood with a small squeal, stretching and popping your back with soft clicks going down your spine.

Leaning forward you watched grey clouds swirl and move quickly across the sky, the further out you looked the darker the sky became. The chill in the air made you shudder as the signs of fall began to creep into the air, you didn't have the forethought to actually dress for the weather as once again the weatherman lied to you about there apparently being a cold front moving in as well along with the storm.

That little asshole.

You let out a long sigh as you grabbed your cup from the table and you walked briskly through your back door and into your living room. You felt terribly clique when you have company come over as your whole decor scheme was either ocean related or star and space related. What could you say you're a girl of simple tastes.

Your tea had long since gotten cold and after another sip you scrunched up your face and walked to you kitchen and poured the rest of your cup out into the sink, your kitchen was elevated so you had to walk up a few steps to actually get into it. Your floor plan for the beach house you lived in was open plan. You basically lived in one big room. Sorta like a efficiency except you did have a separate bedroom and bathroom. Large windows lined the walls that faced the beach and everything about your small home said it was built to be near the sea.

Your walls were paneled wood that was painted a seafoam blue color that looked worn but with white trim along the top and bottom of your walls and wood flooring that creaked even on the best of days but you didn't mind too home suited you really well actually and you loved living there. You walked into your living room and sat down on your couch before you opened your large windows and let the sea air push into your home, smiling as you watched the storm slowly creep closer to you.

Your couch was one of those couches that was built into the home, it was wood, painted the same color as your walls and paneled, your cushions were white in color that had blue and grey throw pillows on it with a furry turquoise blanket that was bunched up on one side of the three seated length couch.

Most nights when the weather was nice you would be treated to a show that those in the city wouldn't get, they had horrible light pollution and even though you lived right outside of the city you had no issues seeing the night sky in all of its beauty. You were really spoiled if you really thought about it, if your mom and dad hadn't decided to sell this place you would never have been able to talk your parents into letting you rent to own the property as it would have usually been sold for at least a million if not less depending on the housing market.

All your best memories were in this house and you were just so thankful, closing your eyes you let the breeze run through your house and you felt the pull of sleep, you fought it with gusto and snapped your eyes opened and rubbed your eyes. If you slept now you would have to rush to get ready for work and you refused to go through all that bullshit if you could help it.

Standing up you quickly ventured into your bedroom, you had a full sized bed that rested on a bed frame that was built under and along your bay window so all you had to do was literally throw your mattress onto it, your room was decorated exactly like the rest of your house was, ocean and stars.

You had white christmas lights nailed up around your large bay window bed that glowed faintly and gave your room a warm lived in feeling. Your room for a lack of a better word was a fucking pigsty but hey you lived alone no one could judge you.

You walked to your bed and crawled onto you black star constellation blanket which by the way was fucking awesome and cost a arm and a leg on amazon, the movement disturbed your best friend from their slumber.

Bailey, your 13 year old pug peaked her ashened black face from under the covers to stare at you disapprovingly at being disturbed and sneezed at you in protest as you picked up the fat little fuzz ball and placed her on your lap.

You looked out of your windows to the best view in the house in your opinion, you got a gorgeous view of the ocean and the tide pools that were clustered down the beach more toward the lighthouse, that lighthouse was old, unmanned now but remained a historical site so there was a lot of tourists or ghost hunters that liked to go up there during the day and night.

" Oh i'm sorry your majesty I didn't mean to disturb your beauty sleep." you giggled as you rubbed her soft folded ears. A look of sad acceptance graced your features as you pet the pugs wrinkled face gently, Bailey could hardly hear anymore and was getting up there in years and you knew, you just knew, that her days were counting down.

Moisture gathered in corners of your eyes and you leaned down and kissed the soft pugs head and pet away any drool your might have left behind, you didn't want to think about her not being here. Mom gave her to you when you were 12 after you had broken your leg during a rock climbing accident, accident being the key word here.

Being young and dumb you jumped off the top of the climbing rockwall after you had finished climbing it, you didn't tell your spotter that you were going to do it so he didn't have enough time to gather his bearings and you fell 20 feet to the ground on your left leg, you broke your femur. Mom told you once it would have been hysterical if it hadn't been so terrifying, and you had to agree.

You laughed at those people, the ones who tape themselves doing stupid shit and it going wrong now look at your dumb ass, at least you can say you got all your stupid out early.

Snorting at your own thoughts you smiled and picked up your fuzzy best friend and walked out of your room and out to your front yard, the only place on your whole property that had grass for them to do their business.

Plopping onto the front porches, porch swing you pulled your phone out from your bed pants pocket to scroll through your social media stuff while your little puggy princess wondered your small fenced in front yard. You had friends sure but you mostly just liked to stay home and fuck around on the internet, watch youtube videos, play video games. That sorta stuff which was all well and good but sometimes you got lonely.

Crossing your legs and placed them onto the other half of the swing, now taking up all the room because you can, you opened a game on your phone that was like candy crush but with cartoon characters and that kept you thoroughly entertained for about 10 minutes. Once out of lives you got up from your spot and picked up your pug whom grunted and wheezed at you grumpily at being picked up so quickly. Cooing you kissed their adorable little squishy face and set them back inside of the house before walking in yourself.

God damn you were bored.

You made a face as you stood in silence in your living room, not enough time to sleep or play video games so you settled into your couch to bug your second best friend while you waited for enough time to pass so that you could get ready for work.

Taking out your cellular device a devious grin crossed your face and your searched for the one thing you knew would fuck his world into pieces, memes and puns.

"I'd hate to bother you but do you have the time?" you texted him with a giggle, it took a few minutes but when he replied you snorted loudly.

" - NO don't you dare."

" because I was looking for my missing watch, but I could never find the time for it." You were shit at puns to be honest but with what little you did know you plagued your friend Austen's existence.

" OMFG - I DISOWN YOU AND YOUR FUTURE CHILDREN!" you lost it at this point and fell over on your couch holding your stomach as you wheezed and tried to recover your ability to breath.

After having gathered your bearings you sat back up and retrieved your phone and looked at the long list of mad emoji and unintelligible letters and numbers that he has sent for beginning our conversation with a crappy pun.

" OK OK im sorry, but god damn do I love sending your puns for that reaction alone!" you giggled happily to yourself as you repositioned yourself to lay down on your throw pillows and stared at your phone, waiting for him to answer.

" YOU SHOULD BE! Now whats up babe? Texting me just to harass me with bad puns?" his reply was pretty quick, he always made time to text you which warmed your soul considerably.

" I texted you to kill time before my shift at work, so in the spirit of being my SECOND best friend….ENTERTAIN ME!" You had to wait 5 minutes after your text before you got a reply back and you pouted unhappily at your phone.

" Sorry babe but i'm getting ready to go out on a hot date so I must bow my head in defeat." The little shit even put a sad and winky face emoji alongside that text and you made a loud grunting whine at being abandoned.

THE NERVE OF HIM.

" FINE LEAVE ME ALONE TO SUFFER THAN." you texted back and chucked your phone onto your coffee table and you hopped up from the couch and decided that the storm would entertain you, you power walked through your back door and sat back down on your porch swing.

The sky was nearly black at this point, the clouds rippled and crackled with silent lightning streaks, they never left the clouds. Huffing you marveled at nature's beauty and also silently wondered how bad this storm was going to be because you did still have to drive through this storm into work.

A loud clap of thunder echoed from the clouds that made you jump almost out of your skin before and looked out at to the ocean, waves crashed violently into the shore line and the wind picked up. Whipping and pushing you back into your seat, it was loud to. Jesus how bad was this storm going to be, the feeling of nervousness settled into your chest as you watched the storm cackle and rumble loudly as the rain started to drizzle down onto the sand.

You just had a gut feeling this was going to be one hell of a storm.

This is seriously my very first story ever so please dont be to hard on me qwq