A Small Error Has Occurred

Glitch POV

"First of all, stop fucking touching me. That much should be obvious, damn it. Honestly, did you even do your research? Just because I touch you and sometimes might get lonely at night, does not give you any fucking permission to touch me! I have haptephobia. Do I have to spell it out for you? I DO NOT WANT TO BE TOUCHED. And don't even get me started on how you only feed me hotdogs. Just because that's all that your STUPID fucking brain can immediately think of that you can cut into proper portions for me, DOES NOT mean that I WANT to eat that SHIT every night! Let's switch it up once in a while! How would YOU feel if I was your caretaker and you were my bitty, eh? Would you like it if I only fed you processed sausage bullshit? I like fruits! I like meat! I like sweets! Not exclusively hotdog! STARS SAKE!" I stop to catch my breath, ready to strangle this goddamn lame excuse for a caretaker. "Honestly, how are you even allowed to take care of a pet? Don't think I didn't rummage through your personal belongings while you were at work all those times. I saw your stupid dusty box full of cat toys, so either you had a cat or you have some weird shit that goes on in your skull. And now, you can't even take care of a friend! You have very few jobs here. Feed me, and make sure I'm doing the rest for myself. You hung up all those walkways, don't forget. I can get around perfectly fine on my own. Fuck, if anything, I'm the one taking care of YOU, don't forget that incident by the shops. I took care of that for you. Me. I did. And you ran away. Pathetic. And why are you so damn sad all the time? You're a human. Humans are supposed to be all happy and shit, or at the VERY least have sadistic interests. All of my caretakers have been shitty, and I always think the next one will be better, but it looks like you aren't it! I can't fucking believe I still held onto that stupid hope for you. So go ahead and take me back already for someone more qualified than you to take me because you obviously haven't had a bitty before. Otherwise, they would be here, unless they got taken away. And you seemed to not have any idea what a bitty was when you walked into the shop for the first time. Don't think I didn't catch onto that, edgy mc. My chemical romance. I'm done with you, and this house, and everything in it." And then I teleported away. I collapsed into an angry pile of bones in the bitty bed that was included in the bitty house.

Reader POV
Well, that didn't go as well as expected, you think as you look back at what Glitch said. You had never expected them to say more than two words at a time, so of course, the full-blown rant was a huge shock. Wow. Were you that bad at taking care of him? Well, he was right about all of that. Maybe you are that bad. Would he be happier back at the shop? Should you return him? You don't know. Fuck, this is hard. Why did you choose a bitty that had literal SIGNS on their pen saying that they could be dangerous? You're probably the biggest IDIOT around...But also, they could just be angry. People say a lot of shit when they're angry, you know for a fact. But also, what if they weren't just being angry and that was how they really felt? You...don't know.

Glitch POV
Looking back, that was mean. I should probably apologize before they do take me back. But also, fuck them. I've been treated like a pet the entire time I've been here. They never ask for my consent for anything. Being picked up, if I'm hungry, nothing. I'm tired of it, I think as I work on the megapuppet. I am making a megapuppet. This is a thing. Just a whole bitty-sized puppet. There's no stopping me. They can go suck it. But then, I'm hungry, and I'm not getting a stars damned hot dog again, so I put down the unfinished puppet and teleport into the kitchen. I climb onto one of the hanging walkways and get to the giant fridge, yanking open the door. I step inside to get some food, but didn't take into account that the door is heavy and would close right after me.

So now I'm stuck in a damn fridge.

Reader POV
You sigh and decide to go back to bed. You still have that online job of yours to go to in the morning, after all. Even if it did only barely pay enough for you to pay rent. You would have to hold off on the groceries until you got a new job, looks like. At least you have enough food from your last trip that you guess you could ration. It's not like the fridge was empty before you went anyways. You've still got... About 4 cups of yogurt and a nice cream for snacks. And then all that stuff you got from the store of course. You know what, you're hungry. Hungry as shit. You peel yourself out of bed and slink down the hallway, into the living room, into the kitchenette, over to the fridge, and open it. Lo and behold, there you see, your bitty snacking on a cup of Yoplait strawberry banana. It's all over him too. He hisses at you when he looks up, and then he teleports away.
"Ok then."
You're too tired to say anything else. You close the fridge and open the freezer, grab that nicecream you wanted, then slink off back to your room. You eat nicecream in silence, staring at the insincere compliment on the stick, and then pass out until morning.