Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT THREE- Getting To Know Each Other

Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT THREE- Getting to Know Each Other

The sizzling of eggs on a pan broke the tense and awkward air that was in your kitchen. Or, well, you attempted to, "So, uh, what do you guys like to do for fun?"

2-P's small eyelights lit up, "OH! WE DO PUZZLES! DO YOU LIKE PUZZLES, BIG PERSON Y/N?"

You shrugged your shoulders and sighed, "I have a few jigsaw puzzles in my closet. Other than that, I've never really been a puzzle person." Taking the eggs off of the plate, you places them on some mini plates you had lying around. Pouring milk into two shot glasses from your drinking days, you placed the plates and glasses in front of the boys. "There you go guys! Enjoy!" You looked around for a moment, you gasped, "Wait, I forgot forks!" You grabbed two forks and put them next to the plates. "There, NOW enjoy." They, unexpectedly, ignored the forks and dug in with their hands, which made you mentally face palm. 'Ugh, of COURSE! They're too small to handle forks! I have to get, like, tiny doll forks or something." You shook your head, looking to see cleaned plates. You smiled, "How was it?"

2-P beamed at you, "OH, IT WAS WONDERFUL. THAT WAS THE BEST MEAL I'VE EVER HAD!"

You blushed out of embarrassment, "Aw, dude, that's so sweet." You smiled, and his face just got brighter. His brother, though, was not as trusting. He just watched the interaction at a distance, not bothering to speak. At some point while you where spacing out, however, 2-P has brought his brother over.

"BIG PERSON Y/N! THIS IS MY BROTHER! HERE!" 2-P nudged his brother over to you while you were cleaning up.

"hey, bro no, cmon."

"NONSENSE BROTHER, TALK TO HER!"

1-S rolled his eyelights, sighed, and slouched, "hey."

You waved, "Hey." You paused, then got an idea, "You guys like video games?"

"never heard of 'em." 2-P just shook his head.

"Well that's no good! We HAVE to play video games together soon. I have a whole bunch of games on my computer. I also play Tetris, which, is also kinda like a puzzle in it's own way."

It had been a while after that. About twelve hours, to be more clear. Even though you didn't really know them all that well, you began to fall back on the 'husk' form you always knew. You weren't the kindness person, after all. Or that was what everybody you knew told you. Well, besides Jessica, but she lived so far away that the only way of contacting her would be facetime or her phone. You sighed and leaned by in bed. The skeletons were in the guest room were you found them, leaving the door open just a bit to where they could come get you if they needed something. Everybody in the city claims that you always looked, dead? "A husk of what you used to be," was what the lady a few rooms over told you. She, apparently, knew you long enough to know that. You stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had happened. So, you had two skeleton children, or, what you think are children, in your house. You now have to go out more to feed all three of you instead of just yourself. You need to look up tiny skeletons now, which is what you did. You pulled out your phone and typed in 'tiny skeletons,' but found nothing until you scrolled for a little bit to find a sketchy website. You clicked on it, which gave you a ton of info on what you were looking for. Apparently, these guys were 'selling' a small skeleton in a lab coat. The skeleton appeared to be older and taller than the two you found, and he looked BEYOND tired. You heaved yourself out of bed and called the number. Whatever they were doing to that poor soul wasn't good. You knew what abuse looked like, after all.

"Hello?" A scruffy voice on the other end answered after what seemed like endless rings.

"Uhhh... Yea, I saw the website for the skeleton and was wondering how much you were charging for him."

"Name?"

"Oh, shit, yea, Y/N's my name... sorry about that," You heard a pen collide with paper on the other end.

"Little shit's free as long as your don't say anything."

"Really? Oh, ok, then, when are you willing to meet up?"

"Now." You got a little nervous at his tone, but shrugged it off.

"Can I have the address, please?"

He gave you the address and you wrote it down on a post it note. "Alright! I'll be there as soon as I can!" A grunt was all you got as a response as you hung up and sped walked down the hall and into the guest bedroom. "Hey guys, I'm gonna be gone for a few hours or something, ok?" They nodded and you smiled, "Alright! Bye guys! See you later!" They waved and you ran down the hall and out the door. Running to your parking spot, you jumped into the car and put the key. You didn't give a damn about other people other than Jessica, but you DID happen to care about animals and, skeletons, now.

As you drove, a mom like instinct kicked through your veins telling you to huRRY UP AND GET THAT GOD DAMN SKELETON FROM THAT STUPID MOTHER FU- your thoughts were interrupted by your upbeat ringtone. You picked up and spoke, "Hello?"

"Are you almost there? I haven't got all day."

"Ah, yes, I'm just pulling into the place now. Sorry about the wait, mister um..."

"Eric."

You pulled in and got out of the car, trying not to seem nervous. You put on a 'husk' face and slouched. You put a hand out and he took it. He practically threw the cage he had, guessing it was the skeleton. It wasn't a squeak like you heard with 2-P, but more like a cut off scream that was heard when the cage collided with your chest. Before you could talk to him, he had already gone back in the house. You sighed, guess you have another skeleton now. Trying not to jostle the cage too much, you place the cage in the passenger seat. "So... uh... hi?"

...no response. Can't say you didn't expect that.

Gaster's POV

Cages were the new normal were he ended up. This... human girl was trying to talk to him. She seemed like a kind person, judging by her SOUL color. Kindness was sometimes contagious, or so he heard. He wanted to scream, cry, do ANYTHING! But... he couldn't. His spine hurt from the impact of the cage being thrown. He's practically going insane from the lack of nicotine. He's extremely tired from lack of sleep. His head was spinning and he felt like he was gonna throw up despite not having a stomach.

The girl's voice was kind of sad when she spoke, "I... uh, don't really know what happened with you, and a part of me doesn't really wanna know. But, I'm gonna help! Or, well, TRY to help. Don't, like, take that to heart though. Wait, was that offensive? Oh goodness, I'm not... I don't... I sorry." He peaked through the holes to see her slouching more than she was before.

Gaster spoke, "I'm fine, that statement was not offensive, do not worry."

She sighed, "Oh, that's a relief. Here I thought I completely soiled my first impression towards you." She laughed, albeit a small one. "I'm not really the most, sociable of people, so I'm not really good at the whole 'communicating' thing, ya know?"

He nodded, he knew what being nonsocial able was like. He was just like that back... underground... Wait, ARE THEY ON THE SURFACE?! He coughed, "Human? Where are we right now?"

She tapped her chin, "Uh, pulling into my driveway right now, why?"

"No reason."

She gasped, which made him flinch on impulse, "I never told you about the boys!" 'Who?' "I'm not sure if you know them, but they're really sweet! When... 2-P is most of the ti-"

"Who?"

"2-P! I found him in my guest bedroom. His brother's there too! You're gonna love 'em, I just know it! So, do you want me to carry you, or do you prefer the cage?"

"I... do not mind."

"I'm just gonna carry you, then." He didn't move when she opened the cage and picked him up. 2-P... and 1-S, were with this human this whole time? He'll have to check them for injuries, but he had a feeling that they were not. She pushed the door open and kicked off her shoes, slowly walking into the kitchen. She placed her hand on the table and he climbed off of it. "Alright! I'm gonna go get them! Be right back!" She waved and ran down the hall, leaving Gaster alone with his thoughts. He didn't even know where they WERE and that was the least of his problems. He didn't even know where to BEGIN when it came to finding answers for this... this... commotion that was his life right now! First, Eric. Now, some human girl who just happened to have his things! He sighed and buried his head in his hands.

This was going to be a... troubling experience.

Another drawing I did as well. This one is an AU that I’m trying to do. I call it Not So Bitty. This is Edge, or a human version of an Edgy bitty. I have Sansy and Edgy down, design wise that is. Blue is tricky though. Sorry the quality is bad😅

Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT TWO- Tiny Skulls

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

It had been a day. Your nervousness kept growing until you found the mouse trap on your porch. You mentally squealed and picked up the box, running inside like a drunken schoolgirl. You practically slammed the box on the table and ripped it open with so much force the box almost flew out of your hand. You set up the mouse trap the best you could, but there were no promises it would stay that way. It was about 8pm at that point, and BOY were you tired! You put a few things at the bottom, like peanut butter and half of a Slim Jim. Why the Slim Jim? It was the only other thing you could think of. You quietly opened the door and slid the mouse trap inside, putting it in the corner of the room. You closed the door again and walked out of that room and into your room. You practically jumped onto your bed, embracing the warm blankets. You were out like a light, forgetting the mouse problem. Were they even mice?

(POV CHANGE) Brother's POV

The brothers woke one by one and looked around. They were starving, surviving on a lone bag of chips, which barely had anything in it to begin with.

"HELLO BROTHER."

"hey, bro."

They were starting to get used to this, but the smell that hit their nonexistent noses were not normal.

"do you smell that."

"YEA."

They both got up and walked out of their makeshift shelter, which was a shoe box. They scanned the room until they spotted a box with another soft fabric over it. 2-p walked over to it, noticing a platform leading up to the top of the box. Did that person put his here? Surely they did, who else would do it? Before 1-s could stop him, 2-p was already walking up the platform and onto the box. "be careful, bro." 2-p nodded and opened the lid to the metal box thing. What was inside was some kind of meat stick and a peanut butter glob. 2-p tilted his head and tried to reach for it, but his foot slipped, causing him to fall into the box. His brother's panicked voice was muffled due to the box and the start of a panic attack. 2-p curled in on himself, sobbing, trying to make himself smaller and smaller.

1-s scratched at the box, but got no response. The platform had fallen off due to the opening to the box shutting, so there was no way to get to his brother. 1-s fell to his knees, sobbing quite loudly. Loudly enough to catch the attention of a certain someone. He ran when he heard the door open. The person he had seen the first day walked over to the box and tapped it a few times lightly. The squeak of fear from his brother made him panic even more. The person picked up the box, making 1-s even whiter than before. They walked out of the room, box in hand, and all 1-s could do was sob uncontrollably.

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

You walked into the kitchen with the mousetrap in hand. Setting the trap down on the table, you took the blanket off to... reveal...

A tiny...

skeleton...

Wait WHAT?!

The skeleton was shaking uncontrollably, bones rattling against the hard floor of the mouse trap. You gasped, practically in a Mom-Mode state, and tore the lid off of the trap. That wasn't a good idea, because the skeleton was now sobbing even harder, trying to curl in on himself more.

You sighed, trying to talk to him the best you could, "Uh, hey little guy. You ok?" You tried to say that it the softest but not babying way possible. It seemed to work a little bit, because he relaxed a little bit, still shaking. You didn't want to do this, but you had no other suggestions in that empty head of yours. You puffed up your chest and scooped up the skeleton, causing him to shriek in surprise. You jumped at the tiny voice, but got over it and sat down, leaning him against your chest. Immediately, he grabbed onto your red sweater and sobbed uncontrollably, making a wet spot on your clothes. You rubbed his skull and talk to him in a quite voice. After a little while, the sobs turned into small hiccups. You spoke again, "You ok now, little guy?" Surpisingly, he nodded and buried his face more into your sweater. You should apologize, so you did, "Uh, sorry for catching you in a mouse trap. Thought you were a mouse, heh." You laughed once and sighed.

The small voice on your chest could barely be heard when he spoke, "W-WHAT ARE YOU G-GOING TO DO TO M-ME?"

Your heart skipped a beat. What? "I'm not going to do anything, dear. There is no need to worry." When was the last time you've spoken with so much care and love? It felt like decades, but you were only 23.

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, and you realised he fell asleep. On you. In the kitchen. You slowly got up and walked into your bedroom, flicking on the light. It was Tuesday, meaning you had work. You worked from home and sold merchandise on the internet. It was... interesting, to see the personalities of your customers. Some overly nice, some chill, some overly rude, and a lot of people who tried to pay you with exposure. It was tiring, but interesting at the same time. You placed the skeleton in a blanket ring and pulled a blanket over him. You didn't know if skeletons could get cold, but you didn't wanna have to find out the hard way. You turned and walked off, looking at the skeleton one last time before closing the door behind you. You walked down the barren hallway and locked eyes with the guest bedroom door. You wanted to see if that skeleton was the only one, so that's what you did. You opened the door, scanning the room for any movement. You caught a bit of green, the same green as the skeleton's gown, run into your closet. You glided your feet across the carpet before slowly opening your closet door. You poked your head into the closet and looked down. The skeleton on the floor was protecting his neck with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible. You sighed, a soft but sad one, and knelt down.

You spoke in a soft voice, trying to sound as calm and collected as you could manage, "Hey, little dude."

You smiled, and he jerked his head towards you, "w-where's my brother?"

You tilted your head a little, "Pardon?"

He repeated himself, and you mentally face palmed. Of course! Why hadn't you noticed before! They were siblings! "Ah, he's in my room. If you like, I can take you there and you can see him."

He narrowed his eye sockets at you, "what's the catch?"

You put your arms in a 'x' position, "No catch, promise."

After a few seconds, he reluctantly nodded, and you asked if you could carry him. He seemed frightened, but shakely nodded. You smiled and picked him up, slowly, as not to startle the little guy. You walked down the hallway and opened the door to your messy bedroom. He frantically scanned the bedroom until his eyes caught his brother, still fast asleep on your bed. You placed him on your bed and he ran towards his brother, putting his hands on the other one's side. The taller one shifted and cracked open an eye socket. He shot up and wrapped his brother in a hug. You couldn't make out any words, but they were mumbling to each other. They were now both crying, which made you a bit nervous. You could handle you own breakdowns, sure. But ANOTHER person's breakdown was another story. So you just sat there. Watching them cry in each other's embrace. You broke the tension, "Um, so, this may be a bad time, but may I ask HOW you got into my house?"

The taller one walked over to you, tears still streaming down his face, and put his hands on your thigh. His hands were so small that you squealed in your head. "WE ARE UNSURE ABOUT HOW WE GOT INTO YOUR HOME, BIG PERSON. HE WOKE UP HERE A FEW DAYS AGO..." Oh, so THAT'S where that noise was coming from. That's why the vase broke!

"So it was YOU who broke my vase?" You tilted your head in confusion. The tall one started to shake. "W-WE THOUGHT IT WAS S-SOME K-KIND OF T-T-TEST. WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT DO WITH IT." The smaller one just stood there, frozen in place while the taller one cried against your thigh.

You... are at a loss of what to do here... You currently have two emotionally unstable tiny skeletons. One is sobbing against you while the other one is trying to comfort the crying one. You sigh and puff out your chest... metaphorically. You place your finger on the taller one's skull and rub in small circles. The small one is watching you with fear and utter distrust while the taller one stops sobbing, replacing them with small hiccups. "I'm not mad, dude. Actually, I've been meaning to get rid of that vase for a while." you place a finger on your chin, "Thanks for getting rid of it for me." You laugh and give them a thumbs up with your free hand.

"R...REALLY?" You nod, and he sighs, trying to hide his relieve as much as possible. You smile, how many times will they make you smile?

You look towards the door and you get an idea, "Hey, how about breakfast? It's still around breakfast time, so we should be good. I have some eggs left, or I can make some toast. How do you like your eggs? Oh wait, I'm rambling again... sorry guys."

"IT'S OKAY, BIG PERSON. SO, WHAT'S BREAKFAST?"

You blinked, confusion welling up inside you. "What?" He repeated himself, and you got more confused. "You guys... don't know what breakfast is?" The taller one shook his head, and the small one just shrugged, sitting on the bed. "Well, I can fix that! We should go right now and eat the biggest breakfast ever!!" You waved your hands in the air as you spoke. You paused for a moment. Wait... you didn't know these guys's names! "Oh! By the way, what are your guys's names?"

The tall one tilted his head, "WHAT'S A... NAME?"

How many times are you going to be confused by this tiny skeleton? "Uh... it's what you're called. For example," You pointed a finger at your chest, "My name is Y/N."

"Y/N?"

"Yep!"

"THEN, MY NAME IS 2-P, AND MY BROTHER IS 1-S." The skeleton, 2-P, didn't seem phased by the lack of a proper name.

"Uh, dude? I don't think those are proper names."

"WHY NOT?"

"Well, I don't know, actually. I've just never heard of names like those?" You shrugged your shoulders. Confusion fills your eyes as you wait for a response.

2-P pauses for a moment, mouth agape, before words formed in his mouth. "WHAT KIND OF NAMES ARE 'PROPER?'"

You tap your chin, trying to think of a few names. You've heard that skeletons are mostly named after fonts, so you go for those. "Well, Comic Sans, for example, or Bubblegum, or maybe Ariel. Like those!" You clasp your hands together, proud of yourself for coming up with a name.

He nods to make notice that he's listening, "WHAT WOULD OUR NAMES BE, THEN?"

You think, then shrug your shoulders, I'm not sure actually. I haven't know you guys enough to tell you guys that."

He nods, again, and rests his head on your thigh, yawning. You smile, even more than you were before, which you thought was impossible. 1-S was already out like a light, and soon after, so was his brother.

Act Two is out! Let me know what you guys think!

New chapter of Fisheye Placebo is out! This is just a preview, you can read the full comic for free at  https://www.yuumeiart.com/fisheye-placebo-chapters#/ch-2-part-9/

I redesigned void a tad bit for my AU. The design and personality still belongs to Zarla of course. The top drawing is void in a more natural form, curtesy of Swap. The bottom drawing is just Void in the, well, Void. :)