It's been a few months and a few appointments since the last body was found. Sans had a decent idea of checking to see if the first body had the same tattoo as the second but none was found. It had put a little dent on the investigation, but was noted to check any and all 'freckles' on any body to be found or discovered.

Your private mission on finding Sans' previous owner had been met with a dead end a while back. Though you took precautions on documenting his personality, attitude, and health.

Which brought you to the assumption that Sans had been raised in a black market esque environment. While there had been no leads to the random body's you and detective Larson had backtracked on Sans' situation. The two of you had sat down with the little skeleton and asked him simple questions.

It came up that no, he doesn't remember having a 'Younger Brother'. In his previous home he was rarely allowed to go outside. His previous owner always had well dressed friends visiting and sometimes friends that wore sterile garbs, like those at a hospital or vet. Once a month he'd be 'injected' with something that burned his soul uncomfortably and made him tremble and rattle with adrenaline.

The place he lived at had a tall window where he could clearly see the milky way, obviously outside of town.

And at night he could hear crying and screaming from out in the distance, the voices never came from the house he lived in.

For being a good sport, you decided to take Sans out. It really struck your heart to know he never got to play outside, especially with other bitties. So you took him to a bitty shop.

Due to the different size and shapes of bitties it was required for each shop to have a training room, playpen (which was like a miniature park), lunch room, clinic, and shop (for any essential one may need to care for a bitty).

The moment you two walked in hand and hand, Sans was flocked by other bittys and owners swooning on his adorable unique features. The employees requested pictures and questioned you on Sans individualized look. By the time you had the chance to look down, he'd been dragged away with a group of bitties.

Simply you just grabbed a table as close to the play inclosure as you could and pulled out your briefcase.

Every now and then you glanced up to check that he was indeed fine, most of the time he was sitting or lying down, but fine.

"So is that your skellie?"

You look up to be met with a woman that seemed to be in her late 40's.

"Uhm yes he is."

She clasped her hands and stepped to the side to show off a much smaller skeleton. Though he looked like your Sans in so many ways other than his little eye lights being large and blue. "I was wondering if I could possibly purchase the adoption forms of your 'unique' Older Brother so my Younger Brother here can have a companion."

"No."

Her smile dropped a little bit but it picked itself right back up, "That is alright dear." she turned around and knelt in front of her bitty. "How about you go play with him darling?" The bitty nodded in excitement and kissed her cheek before throwing himself over the enclosure wall and making his way to Sans. You watched in amusement when Sans just thwumped his tail and allowed the smaller bitty to examine him from top to bottom.

The elderly woman takes a spot at your table. Wellp, you know where this is leading to. You quickly stack all of your work back into your briefcase and sit it to the side.

"How did you get your hands on such a darling looking bitty?"

"Adoption."

You chuckle when the smaller skeleton tries to drag Sans in what you assume to be a show of strength but was failing miserably. He notices you watching and flashes you a huge grin with a thumbs up.

"What breed is he? He looks to be a classic."

"What?"

You look up to her and she's silent for a moment. "Oh my. You seriously don't know?" You shake your head and she smiles sweetly. Why is this woman so nice.

"My dear. You haven't had a skeleton for long have you?"

She turns completely in her chair and flattens wrinkles in her blouse. "Skeletons are rare bitty's because their so particular with what they want. We have the two categories Older Brother and Younger Brother -"

"I know about those."

She nods, "Good. Then with both of those we have Classic, Fell, Swap, Swapfell which is a cross breed of the Fell and Swap, and many more. But those are the most popular. Those breeds also count for all bitty's. It's a huge deal with the skeleton's because of the 'pairing'. They're companion bitty's. Depending on their age, they have to have another skeleton that falls into the Older Brother or Younger brother category to mentally and emotionally survive." she points to a little flame bitty with swirly glasses. "That's a Swap monster." then she scours the area and points at a purple flame bitty. "And that's a Fell monster."

"Okay.. But doesn't it matter on having the same breed? Like a Classic for a Classic?"

The elderly woman sighs and looks away. "That's the problem. The breed doesn't matter. Skeleton bittys have to choose their companion. That's what makes it difficult with completing a pair. My little Blueberry had taken an interest in your skellie, so i was hoping his preference was simply the unique breed." she chuckled dryly "But we all know it's simply the soul they look for."

Now you were feeling bad with being so curt with her. You look back and see the Blueberry bitty encouraging Sans down the slide.

"It's a mutation from an overload of magic. He's a rescue so I honestly don't know that much other than what people have told me."

She looks at you surprised for a moment then gives you a sweet smile. "Well you're doing excellent. He's very healthy." She grabs the touch screen at the end of your table and punches some things in. "Let me buy your lunch alright dear? I'm sure we have plenty more to discuss."

You had decided to take Sans back to the bitty shop at least once a week. Especially on days that you were free.

And each time you went, you had 'Younger Brother' owners introduce their bitty's to your Sans in the hopes of completing a pair. You were relieved that Sans never seemed interested in other skeleton bitty's. It was almost tempting to get another skeleton (though you'd never be able to afford one). They were all so cute and dashing. It seemed that the breeds were more complex than what other skeleton owners let on. The breeds literally had two personalities that separated one breed from the other? You had made the mistake to hug an "edgey" Older Brother Fell bitty thinking it was the same as a "cherry" only to get bitten hard. Sans didn't appreciate it and slammed the edgey down with his magic. What was even stranger was how his little red eyelights turn into hearts when it happened.

"So you're not interested in other skeletons?"

You were sipping at your soda and watching another skeleton playing with a cute spider bitty.

"no point."

You quirked your eyebrow for an explanation. Sans shrugged and popped the cap of his ketchup bottle off and stuck a straw in it. After a hefty suckle he sits it down and wipes his teeth with his sleeve.

"you're all i need."