A/N: HAVE FUN
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PROMPT/REQUEST: You glance around nervously as someone hands you a brown paper bag.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Slave Trade, Inslaved Bitties
BITTY TYPE(S) FEATURED: Baby Blue, Cherry
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The woman glanced around the room nervously as she handed the money to the person holding a brown paper bag. The person handed it to her, and she ran off with it.
That was the life of a slave bitty. Born, bought, sold, do work, probably get sold again, die.
Not if Blue has a choice in the matter.
He clings to his 'brother' (his actual brother is dead, and has been for a while) as the bag shakes back and forth, muttering reassurances in the cherry's ear-hole as they bounce against the walls of the bag.
I won't let him be hurt.
The woman gets in the car with them. They were either going to be slaves or prissy pets. Both are horrid choices. Both mean their freedom is gone forever.
The woman never notices the hole in the bag, or the two bitties crawling out the window. She never hears the sharp cry as the baby blue hit the ground at an awkward angle, or the distressed cry the small cherry let out when he saw his 'brother' lying on the ground. She never saw the cherry drag the baby blue off the road into an alley.
She does notice that the bitties are gone when she gets home, though.
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A/N: Ugh. SMALL
Not fuckin-crybaby or Toby Fox.