Bite Marks

Part 1: Suspiciously Inconspicuous

Key for Fill-In's:
Y/n - Your name || H/c - Hair color || F/c - Favorite color || D/c - Drink of your choice || S/c - Snack of your choice

Something to know - As you aren't actually human or monster, the only things you need to survive are a consistent amount of caffeine and sugar. You also produce a larger amount of adrenaline when stressed.

2nd POV
Winter night time in the city almost made it worth the anxiety; signs and street lights emitting an eerie glow, humans and monsters out and about with the early sunset.

You yourself enjoyed this time mostly because of the discounts you found on things like fabric and materials— it always made it easier for you to do your job.

Speaking of your job, you made a living making clothes. More specifically, Bitty clothes, despite not having one. Maybe it was the smaller, more easily memorable measurements that made it enjoyable.

You walked through the streets, looking for a convenience store of some kind.

You'd taken the bus, and apparently there were none near the bus stop you were dropped off at.

A couple passing by pointed at you, and you could hear them mumbling about how "weird" you looked. In your opinion, you looked fine— not cute, not ugly, just... comfortable.

A black zip-up hoodie over a plain f/c sweater due to the cold, accompanied by some jeans and snow boots. Compared to what you made, it was a little drab, but it felt nice on your skin.

You also wore a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the sunless sky, to hide your strangely colored eyes; bright yellow sclera surrounding white pupils, and people used to point and say they practically glowed in the dark, hence why you were wearing them right now. At night.

Y'know, you think you can see why they thought you looked weird.

No matter, you weren't out here to worry about what people thought about you, you were here for a goddamn SNACK— holy shit, something moved.

You stopped just outside of an alleyway. It was barely within your peripherals, but you could've sworn something just barely glinted in the dim moonlight.

Your previous goal forgotten, you slipped into the dark alley, making sure no one followed as you quieted your footsteps— or, at least tried to. You weren't exactly the sneakiest individual out there.

It was the standard city alleyway at first glance; trash and graffiti littering any visible surface, and a couple of dumpsters half-blocking the way. Judging by the faint smell of coffee and pastries, you guessed that one of the buildings next to you was some kind of cafe.

Though, all the way down the space, was a third building. A single door led inside, and you could just see the familiar glint of a peephole near the top quarter of it.

As you approached, the door suddenly opened with a faint creak, making you just barely jump. A man wearing all black held it open, and you suddenly felt awkward.

I'll just go in, you decided, hurriedly going inside, before hesitating a little too late.

As the door closed behind you, you suddenly asked yourself, Isn't this some kind of cliche kidnapping scenario?

The doubt, however, was felt a little too late, and you began your descent down a lengthy, musty staircase.

***

A few sneezes later, you began hearing noises— loud cheers and yelling that reminded you of "sports nights" at the bar.
It only grew louder and more intense, yet no less coherent, as you went farther, until you entered a much more open space— full of people yelling bets.

They were gathered around certain areas, yelling curses and encouragement, but mostly curses. Both at each other and at something gathered in the middle of their crowds. Others were scattered around the various firelit lounging areas, and you could see some of them holding things to their person, but you couldn't tell what.

You pulled up your hood in a feeble attempt to block out the noise and attempted to push yourself through one of the crowds, only to be roughly shoved away by a shark monster.

"Go find your own seat, kid!" he barked.

You huffed quietly, "Maybe I will. Jerk."

A threatening growl and you were off again to peek over a different crowd.

Why'd that guy even let me in? you began asking yourself, Did I really look as shady as everyone else here? You glanced at a man sitting at one of the fires, flushing red and looking away when he met your gaze with an intense glare.

Soon, though, you managed to finally find a gap you could squeeze into. Pushing past some kind of rabbit monster, you froze when you were finally in sight of the subject of everyone's attention.

Bitties.

This was a fighting ring.

An illegal bitty fighting ring.

A mangled Boss stood at one side, while a fearful, bloody Baby Blue stood at the other. Both wore half-assed clothes that could classify as rags. The Boss, you could tell, seemed regretful at the damage he'd caused, but knew it was either him or the Blue.

You looked to the ground before you saw him make the final blow.

Cheers of victory or groans of loss were heard all around you, money was exchanged, and the people began dispersing only to gather around another ring and waste more of their money on something so goddamn sick.

You needed to leave. This was too much.

Just as you began to make your way to where you thought that you remembered you came from, the Boss began spitting out curses, making you turn back in a panic.

The human looked back at you puzzled, the Boss thrashing in a gloved hand just as it was about to be shoved into some kind of metal cage.

"What do ya want, kid?"

You were getting a little sick of being called a kid— you were much older than this guy, at the very least!

Still, you stuttered a little when you spoke, "N-Nothing."

The human shrugged, "If you want the body before it dusts, you can have it."

You fought back a disgusted grimace, struggling to keep your poker face steady.

"I heard some people like t' stuff 'em," they continued, "we usually just wait until they turn t' dust, so I guess it's better than letting it build up."

You shook your head, scooting away, "N-No thanks, I'm.. good...."

Gross gross gross gross gross gross gross— your thoughts were interrupted by the sight of that human again.

They still held the boss in a cage, though he looked significantly more defeated at the moment as they both disappeared behind a door. Now that you looked, there were a few more doors just like it, and when you turned toward one, you managed to catch someone coming out with another bitty.

It only took a few moments of bickering about consequences with yourself before you huffed and started speed-walking to the closest one.

You were gonna save a bitty.