A Small Error Has Occurred

(Art by boe-someone on Tumblr)

A/N

Quick note before we get into this, 
(If you already know the codes skip this)
Y/N - your name
H/L - hair length
H/C - hair color
Y/H - your height
E/C - eye color
F/C - favorite color
S/C - second favorite color
L/F/C - hated color/least favorite color
F/F - favorite food
F/S - favorite song
F/M - favorite music genre (type)

Probably won't use most of these but bleh now you know.

I'm gonna be going through sometimes and fixing random errors so if you see hella edits then don't be alarmed

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You were strolling through downtown. The loneliness of your empty apartment was too much right now. You had just gone through a lot with your best friend since 5th grade stabbing you in the back and all the rest of your friend group believing the lie he had told. You were all alone now, and it didn't help that you had to move apartments a few months ago and they didn't allow pets so you had to give your pet cat, Jay, to your now ex best friend. He definitely wasn't letting you see them now. You were truly alone now, with not even your own pet cat to keep you company. You looked up at the shop signs. You stopped. You haven't been in this part of downtown before, at least not much.

The pet stores were lined up all along the streets. You decide to browse over the signs. You know you can't have a pet in your apartment, but hell, what's the harm in looking? You end up staring curiously at the sign labeled "Light's 'lil bitties". Weird name, but it was giving you the opportunity to find out what the fresh hell a bitty is, so whatever. You march into the shop and look around. There seemed to be tiny skeletons in glass tanks. There was all kinds and colors. Naga ones, edgelord lookin' ones, ones that looked like little bundles of energy, sleeping ones, lethargic ones, messy o-"May I help you, dear?" Your train of thought was interrupted by a white and yellow furred, relatively tall, anthropomorphic fox monster. "O-oh, no, I just came in to see what a bitty was, sorry." You replied. The fox lady gasped and put her hands on her cheeks. "Oh!  Let me tell you all about bitties!" "Uhm-" You were cut off again. "Bitties are not pets, actually, despite popular belief. This is a vast misconception. Bitties are best friends." You realize that with how fast she was talking, you probably wouldn't get anything out of this one-sided conversation. You do hang on to something as the lady blabbers on, though. That they weren't pets. This would be amazing. As long as the landlord didn't come and claim that whatever bitty you may get to be removed, you were home free!

Now just to decide if you actually want one.

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It had been two weeks, and you had been researching bitties and what would be the best one. You stumbled upon a photo of an error bitty, and immediately fell in love. This was the cutest thing. You read up on it, and all of that was fine by you. Except that it was for experts.

Shit.

Well, fuck the internet, fuck the experts. After a few minutes (more like 5 seconds) of thinking, you decided that you didn't care how hard it was to take care of them, you were gonna take care of them. Which is never a good idea.

Ok, so, thanks for reading the first chapter of my (crappy) story! I hope you stick around for the second chapter! See you soon.

'Till we meet again.