A/N: So, I wanted to write about bitties….thus came this weird thing.

Why is this separate from Writing Prompts? Because it can be. Also, Writing Prompts is mostly Pokemon, while this will be mostly Undertale (though feel free to request ANYTHING to do with bitties (except Reader Inserts or Owner/Bitty sexual things (Owner/Bitty non-sexual things allowed)), even (insert fandom here)/Bittybones AU crossovers (keep in mind I may not know the fandom and as such might get things wrong)).

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REQUEST VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE. I REALLY DON'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE, OK?

By the way, Inky (fursona of a sort) has bitties. Here they are in order from first acquired to last:

1: Grim (Grimby)

2: Paint (Inksplotch) and Glitch (Erritty)

3. Berry (Baby Blue) and Jackyt (Lil Bro)

4. Damein (Cherry)

Inksplotch and Erritty are fan-made bitty types, and as such are not canon. They're basically little Inks and Errors.

Feel free to request bitty oneshots/multiple chapters with them. Their backstories (besides Grim's, as he's pretty normal) will be posted here regardless. eventually.

Now for a tiny story based on a conversation my brother and my mother had. Yes, this was in public.

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PROMPT/REQUEST: "So, is this lunch, or is it dinner?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. I want to know if I'm being fed again."

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None. Just to be clear, my brother is not abused/neglected. Neither is this bitty. They're just screwing around.

BITTY TYPE(S) FEATURED: Boss

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The Papyrus-type bitty she'd named Nuclear (because of his anger issues) had been the one deciding the restaurant. She was pleasantly surprised when instead of picking something that would have totally emptied her wallet, he picked McDonald's.

She should have known he was plotting something when he picked it. But she'd been distracted by the fact that the phone was ringing and he'd picked something that wouldn't drain her wallet, and hadn't picked up on it.

Now she was being stared at. Mainly because Nuclear had decided to ask, rather loudly, if it was lunch or dinner. The employee at the register glared at her and her bitty before going back to their phone.

She sighed. "Does it really matter, Nuclear?"

He gave her a look. The one that said, 'Yes, actually, it does for me'. "Yes, human. It absolutely does matter."

"Why?"

He gave her an evil smile. "I want to know if I'm being fed again, that's why." The entire restaurant turned to stare at her. She felt them judging her, wondering if they should call the police, Animal Control, Mama Cry, or all of the above.

She looked at Nuclear, who was still grinning. "It's linner."

And with that thought, she grabbed him, seated him on her shoulder, and left the building suitably embarrassed.

Nuclear didn't stop grinning the entire way home.

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A/N: Yes, they might all be that short. Yes, I'm a terrible writer. Yes, I don't own Undertale (Toby Fox) or the Bittybones AU (fuckin-crybaby).

Yes, the A/Ns of this story are probably going to be longer that the actual story.

Oh, and to those guests who keep bugging me about how catspats or whatever their name was is a part of that weird thing that "helps" with the rules….they're not. I checked the roster. Stop yelling in my review section and get the fuck out. You're lucky I can't report guests for harassment.