The truck jostles a little as it bumps as it heads on its way through the rough highway road. Inside, two rows of crates filled with bitties shake against the walls. Ties hold the crates in place, but that doesn't stop them from jostling against the walls. Any standing bitties end up slipping and stumbling whenever the truck goes over a particularly large bump. A few of them cry, but most are determined to stay calm as the truck makes its way to the destination. It’s their first time being shipped to an adoption store. They want to look tough on their first truck drive outside.
Well… it’s the first time for all the bitties… except two.
“How far are we!?” A low voice shouts across the truck.
“I keep telli’n ya Sansy… we ain’t fuckin’ there yet.” Edgy shouts back, glaring across the empty space between the two rows of crates.
“LANGUAGE.” A Baby Blue yells from the crate next to him. Several others repeat the phrase as his curse travels through the truck.
Edgy rolls his red eyelights. It’s just his luck they ended up on a truck filled with idiotic baby blue bitties. They're fresh outta the factory too. Eyelights shiny with stars and skulls completely empty. They know nothing of the world’a shit they’re about to get into.
Like all the bitty’s on the truck, Edgy’s dressed in a fresh white t-shirt, and matching white shorts. Courtesy of the factory of course. Owners usually get the privilege of picking out their bitty’s first outfit. While Edgy hated the stupid sterile unblemished clothes, they were far better than some of the other shit he’s been forced to wear.
He turns his skull back towards the window, watching the outside scenery for any sign of the upcoming city. He's lucky he got placed next to it, otherwise him and Sansy would have a hard time executing their plan.
The truck hits another bump, and Edgy has to hold on to the crate bars to keep from falling over.
“AW... GEEZE.” The Blue next to him complains. He'd been thrown roughly onto his butt.
Tch… stupid Baby Blues. Edgy's always hated them. They get adopted like crazy at every place he's been too. Their sweet, yet bossy personalities were perfect for people who needed a companion bitty in their lonely lives. They were good at taking care of themselves, and their potential owners, and they actually helped clean the house rather than wreck it. They were smaller and cuter than Papy’s, with enormous adorable blue starred eyes. Basically, people loved them.
They were the complete opposite of his type.
Edgy turns his eyelights back to window watching bordly as the outside world flashes by. The Blue from before gets up slowly. Walking over to his cage bars, he looks Edgy up and down.
“SO… WHERE'D YOU COME FROM?” The Blue asks, tiny bone hands holding the crate bars.
Damn Edgy hates their voices too. Do they always gotta talk so loud?
“Nunn'a.” Edgy replies, leaning against the bars.
“WHATS NUNN'A?” The Blue asks, cocking his head.
“Nunn’ya damn business, so fuck off...” Edgy growls, showing off his mini golden fang as he poses his grin into a snarl.
“LANGUAGE!” The Blue calls back, scowling.
Damn Edgy hates them.
He walks to the opposite end of the crate, as far away from the baby blue bitty as possible, and sits down. Why can’t they just leave him alone. It’s like, they see him off by himself and don’t realize he likes it that way. He closes his sockets trying to rest a little before he has to get to work.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR OUT THAT WINDOW?” The Blue asks.
Edgy sighs. “Freedom...”
“FREEDOM FROM WHAT?”
Edgy opens one of his sockets looking the blue over. They’re so stupid. Does he not realize he's in a cage right now?
“From this… all of this.” Edgy waves his hand around in the air.
“BUT THIS IS HOW WE GET TO OUR NEW HOMES. IT’S IMPORTANT TO STAY PUT SO WE CAN MEET ALL OUR NEW LOVING FRIENDS!”
“Tch… if yer fine with it, then sit here’n have fun inna cage. Me… I ain’t gonna let people tell me what ta do anymore. S’a fuckin’ waste'a time.”
“LANGUAGE RED EYED BITTY! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! YOU MUST LEARN TO BE POLITE IF YOU WANT TO GET HUNDREDS OF ADMIRERS AND MANY POTENTIAL ADOPTEES.”
Edgy gets as comfortable as possible laying on the meshy underbelly of his crate. His hands curl behind his skull, trying to offer it support against the harsh metal. The dim lighting in the truck is actually quite nice. Even the rocking of the truck is kinda pleasant once you're laying down. Now, if only he could do something about that annoying sound.
“Ain’t interested. Gonna live it on my own. Cages jus’ hold ya back.”
“MWEH HEH HEH! SILLY BITTY! THESE ARE NOT CAGES! THESE ARE CRATES! AND THEY ARE FOR OUR SAFE TRANSPORT! WITHOUT THEM, THERE WOULD BE CHAOS.”
“Chaos is good. I happen ta like chaos.” Edgy says smiling. There's nothing better than breaking everything in a new adoptee's house and causing mass chaos. That feeling was the best.
“FRIEND, YOU SEEM TO HAVE A VERY MISGUIDED OUTLOOK ON LIFE. WE ARE BITTIES AREN’T WE? WE MUST BOND WITH A HUMAN ADOPTEE. WE CAN NOT SURVIVE ON OUR OWN. THE WORLD IS TOO BIG.”
“N’ why do’ya think they made us so small. S’jus’ so those asshole humans can control us. They can make me small all they want. Ain’t gonna stop me none.”
“LANGUAGE BITTY! YOU NEED TO WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!”
“Says who? I can say whatever I want.”
The truck hits another bump, and Edgy’s skull slams uncomfortably against the bottom of his crate. The Baby Blue barely keeps his balance as he holds to his bars tightly.
“IT’S NOT APPROPRIATE.”
Edgy rolls his eyelights, rubbing at the back of his skull. There isn’t any point in arguing with a Baby Blue. They always think their right. They always think they're perfect.
“I’m gonna get some shuteye. It would be 'appropriate' if ya’d shut yer trap’n leave me alone so I can get some sleep.”
The Baby Blue puffs out his cheeks. “MMMM FINE, BUT I INSIST YOU WORK ON YOUR SWEARS RED EYED BITTY!"
"Heh heh... I swear I'll try..." Edgy reply's, grinning.
The blue turns up his skull, walking away from the bars of his crate. On the other side, he begins avidly talking with another blue.
“Edgy!” Edgy shouts watching him speaking excitedly.
“PARDON?” The baby blue turns.
“My type’r called... Edgy.”
The truck takes a hard turn, and Edgy's literally thrown awake as he slams face first into the side of his crate. He rubs at the sore spot, slightly confused at what’s going-
He jumps up as quickly as possible, running over to the window to check the scenery.
“LANGUAGE!” Several blues call as his loud cursing floats past their crates.
He peers out the window, and his soul panics. They’re already in the city.
“Sansy we’re here!” He calls across the truck.
He runs to the front end of his crate, placing his face between the bars.
“Sansy wake yer lazy ass up!”
“LANGUAGE!” Nearly every baby blue on the truck say in unison. Their small skeletal faces turning towards his shouts, starry blue eyes glowing in the darkness.
He ignores them and looks for any sign of his friend in his crate. Dammit he’s still sleeping. The guy sleeps like death. Heh… death…
“Sansy we’re already late!” Edgy shouts again.
He waits, but there’s still no answer. Getting desperate, he cups his hands near his sharp toothed grin and yells as loud as he can.
“What did the ranch say when you opened the fridge!?”
A sleepy baritone voice echos back immediately. “Close the door I’m dressin’.”
“MWEH HEH THAT'S TERRIBLE.”
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING SO AWFUL?”
baby blues all across the truck complain from the terribly told pun, but it did it’s job. A moment later, Sansy's lazy white eyelights are blinking sleepily back at him from across the truck.
“Where we at?” He calls.
“We’re late! We’re already in the city!” Edgy replies.
“Ya fell asleep didn’cha!” He laughs.
“You fell asleep too!” Edgy yells back.
“Heheheh, I’ll never get tired of that happen’n!”
Edgy’s smile widens. “I tire of this truck!”
“Heheheh, it’s been giving me the freight of my life, we should get outta here soon.”
“Ya could say it’s been a moving experience.”
“NOOOOOOO.” One blue shouts, and more soon join him.
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING.”
“HORRIBLE, JUST HORRIBLE.”
“I’VE HEARD ENOUGH, MAKE IT STOP.”
“MWEHHHH, IS THERE NO END!”
baby blues all across the truck moan in their crates begging in agony for the two bitty’s to stop.
Sansy continues to laugh through all the noise. “Heh heh heh, Guess we’re the torque of the town.”
Edgy snickers back “Eh… they need to mind their own bus-ness.”
“STOP IT, JUST STOP!” The blue next to him demands.
Edgy only snickers louder as he watches the blue with his hands at his hips. At least baby blues were fun sometimes.
He turns back to the front of his crate and shouts. “Ya get it open yet?”
Sansy is suddenly flying through the open space between the two rows of crates. A moment later he disappears, and reappears in front of Edgy’s crate. Standing precariously on the small inch of space left between the crate, and the edge of the shelf.
“Didn’t take a lock’a time at all.” He summons two sharp white bones and gets to work on Edgy’s crate.
“YOU AREN’T SUPPOSE TO BE OUT OF YOUR CRATE! IT’S DANGEROUS.” The blue lectures from the side.
Sansy looks over at him through hooded sockets, working at the latch as if the haze building throughout his soul isn't affecting him at all. “Heh… I’d say it’s more dangerous if we stayed, kid. Yer not gonna bar me from escaping now are ya?”
The baby blue puffs out his cheeks in exasperation.
“MMMMM THOSE JOKES ARE HORRIBLE, AND I WOULD ASK THAT YOU DESIST IMMEDIATELY AND GET BACK INTO YOUR CRATE WHERE WE ARE SUPPOSE TO WAIT!”
The lock clicks and Sansy swings open the door. “Don’t mean to be adoorable, but we gotta get going.”
Edgy waltzes out, snickering at the disgruntled blue. “Try ta be a bit more open minded next time, eh?”
“YOU... YOU CAN’T LEAVE." The blue says, now looking positively annoyed. "THE ADOPTION PEOPLE WILL MISS YOU. BESIDES, I’M IN CHARGE OF THIS GROUP, AND I SAY YOU CAN’T.”
“Heh heh heh, Oh! yer in charge eh?” Edgy asks, walking up to the Baby Blue cage bars and looking darkly into his crate.
“YES I AM. THE OTHER BLUES VOTED ME MOST RESPONSIBLE WHILST ON THIS TRIP.” The Blue says putting his hands on his hips.
“Oh my mistake. I’ll jus’ go back in my cage then.” Edgy says snickering.
He reaches forward and pokes the blue eyed bitty right between the sockets, pushing him back and onto his butt.
“Ya think I give a shit what a little baby blue trash has to say?”
“LANGUAGE EDGY BITTY!” The blue barks back, slowly standing back up and fixing his shirt. “AND YOU SHOULD. I HAVE BEEN KEEPING DILIGENT WATCH THIS WHOLE TRIP. I WILL KNOW THE MOMENT ANYTHING BAD SHOULD HAPPEN.”
“Heheheheh… what is he…heh!... what is he talking about Sansy.” Edgy wheezes, starting to laugh right in the other bittie's face.
“Heheheheh Kid…" The Sansy chuckles. "Ya gotta good soul on’ya, but I don't think ya get how things work ‘round here. Even if ya follow all the rules, play nice with all the humans, that doesn’t mean yer gonna get your happy ending. You can try your best, but, leaving it up to a gamble on which human ya get each time around hasn’t done us any favors. We’re gonna take our chances out on our own this time... Ya get it?” He turns his back shuffling across the ledge in front of the cages. "Later then." He calls waving as he takes a step off the shelf, falls, and disappears.
“Later ya baby.” Edgy says, and he too steps off the racks, disappearing as well.
A moment later, tiny feet patter across the metal floor of the truck, the two bitties racing along the floor towards the back.
The latch on the loading door is broken. The driver wrapped chains around the handles to hold them in place, but it wasn’t done very well. With every bump and jostle, the doors jiggle apart slightly, letting the outside light peek through the dark truck interior.
Wind whips at the two bitties as they approach, threatening to force them on their backs every time the doors separate a little wider than usual. They're gonna have to wait till the truck slowed down. There was no way they could jump with it moving at this speed.
The bitties grasp at each other, hoping their added weight will help hold them in place.
“Shouldn’t we'ave hit a light by now?” Sansy asks, almost having to shout through the roaring wind.
“I think we’re still onna main road! Keep waiting, they gotta stop at least once before they get to an adoption center!” Edgy answers back.
The truck hits another bump, and the little skeletons are thrown from their feet by the impact. Sansy starts rolling dangerously towards the chained doors.
“Watch out!” Edgy yells.
He crawls forward, finger bones reaching for his rolling friend. The wind buffets his fragile body side to side, his sockets watering against the raging air.
Shit, he can’t lose him here. Not after everything they’ve been through.
He can’t see very well in the blasting torrent, but his phalanges eventually tap against material, and his claws curl into it as deep as they’ll go.
He holds his friend inches away from the swinging doors, keeping his body low to the floor of the truck, hoping they won’t both blow away.
“I-I’m alright, see if ya can pull us back.” Sansy responds.
“I can’t stand! The wind’ll pull us out if I stand!” Edgy yells.
“Stay there’n wait for a stop!”
The doors shake and rattle as they snap open and shut against the chains. With each opening, a torrent of air bursts through and threatens to pick the two bitties off the floor of the vehicle.
Edgy feels his friend’s body leave the ground on several occasions, but he holds tight, refusing to let him go. His fingers begin to slip as they numb from the sensation of holding his friend against the raging wind. Vision blurred, he tries to hold on. He can’t be alone again. There’s nothing worse than being alone.
Suddenly he feels something pull his shirt from behind. He whips his tiny skull around, trying to see what's going on.
“I TOLD YOU I WAS KEEPING WATCH SHOULD ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN! I’M NOT A MAGNIFICENT BABY BLUE FOR NOTHING MWEH HEH HEH!!!”
Never in his life has Edgy ever felt more thankful to a dumb baby blue.
“LET’S PULL YOU OUT OF HERE, SHALL WE?” The blue says proudly.
“Hurry the fuck up will ya!”
The combined weight of the Baby Blue holding onto Edgy is enough to allow him to stand. He starts pulling at his friend in return, and they begin taking steps away from the wind raging doors. One at a time, slowly, dragging Sansy with them. Making it to safety.
The truck hits another bump, and the bitties go flying.
All Edgy remembers before his vision is blinded, is holding onto Sansy. He refuses to let him go.