Cross see's himself as a soldier at the end of the day, but had decided to get a bitty to maybe take his mind off things and have a pet to interact with. He doesn't often ask before doing things, so he'll likely grab the bitty a lot or manhandle them.
Cross doesn't know what compelled him to enter the little shop. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was his messed up and twisted soul, aching for something to fill the void that was his loneliness. Maybe it was a sick mix of the two and something more. He'll never know.
Something in there was pulling towards him, and like the fool he is, he followed blindly.
The shopkeeper greeted him merrily, to which he mumbled a "hello" and gave a small wave, never one for social interactions, Cross pushed through the exchange. The worker left him alone after that, much to his delight.
He made his way to the back, where they kept the bitties, following the pull that was only getting stronger, his mismatched eyelights darting around.
It wasn't long before he made it to a rather large enclosure, holding both skeleton bitties, and monster bitties.
His eyelights scanned the large glass tank, filled with energetic little bitties just *begging* to be adopted.
Cross's eyelights eventually land on a specific bitty, all the way in the back, bunched up in the corner. His soul did a soft flip that instantly had him wanting to talk to it, much to his surpise as a soft plum color filled his cheeks. He didn't hesitatebmuch at all, reaching in the glass enclodure, scooping up the unsuspecting bitty with big eyes.
Underfell, Underswap & Undertale!!
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