If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie

Honestly, Cleaning Seemed Like a Good Idea

His hands grip the bars he is peering through tightly, a wicked grin creeping onto his skull. He couldn't wait to chase you out.

He's about to have a great time.

***

Q

uiet voices echo down the deserted hallway. If you listen closely you could hear the tiny pitter-patter of skeletal feet coming from one of the rooms. Through the crack in the door, if you peek in, you would see several bitties lounging or pacing around on the only piece of furniture in the middle of the room. The old desk creaks with every move the bitties make.

"what's the point of chasing them out? Even if we do, more humans will move in again eventually," Lil' bro interjects somberly, sinking further into the large beanie he was lounging against. He flicks the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray nearby. "at least there's only one this time. they probably won't be able to hurt us this time...hopefully."

A chilly silence sweeps through the gathered bitties. Some of the more timid ones fidget nervously, while the more aggressive bitties clench their fists or set their jaws, teeth grit in anger. The last human family that moved in...

...

"MAYBE THIS HUMAN WILL BE A NICE HUMAN? MAYBE THEY WILL BE MERCIFUL...?" Papy speaks up hopefully, his strong voice carrying through the murmuring of the other bitties. Boss shoves his way to the front where Papy is fidgeting with his ratty scarf. His narrow red eye glares at Papy venomously.

"AS IF! HUMANS ARE NOT AND NEVER WILL BE 'NICE'! AND THEY NEVER SHOW MERCY!" He shouts. His loud, raspy voice sent fearful shivers through the more timid bitties. Another round of murmurs swept through the crowd. Arguments broke out among the bitties, voices rising in discontentment.

One of the smaller bittes clears his throat, breaking through the arguments like a hot knife. Sansy turns to face the gathered bitties with an easygoing grin, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his ratty jacket.

"looks like we need to vote on it this time. all in favor of chasing the humans out," Several bitties raise their hands. Sansy nods, and raises his hand. "those in favor of leaving the human alone?"

A few bittes raise their hands.

Sansy's grin sharpens into something mischievous. "looks like we're chasing out the human," He cracks his knuckles and grabs a tiny pencil out of his pocket, turning to a hand-drawn floor plan of the house. "let's get started then."

***

Hours later, after battling your way through forests of cobwebs, oceans of dust, ferret proofing everything and unpacking your essentials, you finally got the place clean enough that you could start bringing your more important things in from your car.

That could wait a few minutes though. Right now you just want to take a breather. You flop down on the floor with a tired sigh, letting your heart rate slow. Whew...

Jeez, you were tired!

You hold your arms up above you, wrinkling your nose in disgust. Dust, dirt, and cobwebs coat your sweaty skin.

Gross. You definitely need a shower.

tap tap tap...

With a furrowed brow, you sit up, tilting your head to the side. What was that?

tap tap tap...

It sounds like... tiny footsteps? You stand up, trying to be quiet as you listen closely as you tiptoe in the direction of the noise. The house creaks around you, but you are just able to make out the tiny tap tap taps coming from...somewhere? Just where are they coming from?