A Small Problem

Ch. 2 - A Tiny Misunderstanding

It seemed like everyone forgot that, what with how 'cool' looking they were, they were meant to be a working bitty. And now their reputation has gone to shit and debates about discontinuing their type are ongoing.

A fell bitty bites a child because they can't breathe in their crushing grip? The bitties fault for not "playing nice." Attacking abusive parents to protect the kids the bitty for obvious reasons? Those things are fucking farrel.

There was no winning where kids were involved.

Not everything was shit though. Once in a while a good fit would show up.

The best place Cloak and Dagger had stayed, by far, was a retirement home. Their Old Lady was a recent widow and an Alzheimer's patient. She'd often ask where her husband was and would thank the "small gentlemen" for their help, even if half the time she didn't recognize them.

She was such a sweet Old Lady. Her husband had gotten them as a gift. When he was asked why fell bitties, he simply said, "With two spitfires such as yourselves watching over my bunny, I can rest easy knowing she's safe."

It was only after he had passed soon after that they learned he was ex-military and had been awarded multiple badges for valor.

They would have given their life for that Lady. But time was not on their side and one night, she quietly passed in her sleep to follow her husband. Her once bright, warm green soul was gone by the morning.

Of course, things went to shit again, real fast.

The month that followed was the worst in their lives as the greedy grandchild that never visited decided to try a hand at bitty fighting. The two had almost lost Hope several times over that month. But luckily the idiot forgot his phone a little too close to the cage one day and they had managed to call the police. He and several others got busted.

Cloak had been through two fights and Dagger had managed his one.

The next owner had had enough of dealing with the "extra baggage from an ex fighter." And now, here they were. Abandoned once again on the next center's doorstep.

Hopefully they would get another chance. But it was slim. And now that this injured bitty was here? The odds looked damn impossible.

"WELL. SEEING AS THIS IS A BAD SITUATION ALL AROUND. I ELECT TO ATTEMPT ... HEALING MAGIC."

Dagger scowled knowing he was possibly about to drain a significant store of magic. They had experience healing after they were forced from necessity to learn the skill. Neither were very good at it. He began to approach the other bitty cautiously. It would be better to pass out from lack of magic than pass up the chance of not being so screwed.

"you sure ...?" Cloak asked, fingers still flexing.

Cloak really wanted to just shred some cardboard, but he knew from experience a few places take that negatively. Though ... maybe he could get away with a couple of good scratches without it being seen as an escape attempt ...? Maybe this place had someone with more than two brain cells to rub together and could see it for what it was without being all in his face about it.

Besides. Like hell a bitty with a lick of sense would attempt to cut it on their own on the streets. Not only were there predators, but if a bitty couldn't get enough soul energy for a few weeks, they'd be dust anyway. Not to mention food and clean water. And it probably wasn't the best idea to cuddle up with some homeless guy without 'em knowing ... though that probably worked for some, Cloak would be beyond stressed about it.

As Dagger was about to pass him to get to Count, Cloak added, "we don' know how bad it is an' it still might not help our situation."

Dagger lightly hit the back of Cloak's head as he passed.