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Here's the other writing prompt. Have fun kids.

Also don't fall asleep in the snow in winter at night in anywhere prone to get cold conditions. Thanks for listening to this PSA, brought to you by Horror who never wants to go through that again

Horror woke up one morning to find himself wrapped head-to-toe in an unfamiliar blanket. All he could see was himself and the yellow of the fuzzy blanket.

Not only was it not his blanket, but is axe was missing.

Instead, he had a sharpened LEGO the same size as an axe.

Or at least, it seemed to be.

That was the moment he realized he was in a bitty bed.

"What the hell...?" Horror muttered. Putting his replacement weapon in his axe's halter, he managed to escape the blanket and climb out of the bed.

...Where was he? It looked like a bitty hospital room.

What had happened? He couldn't remember.

He did, however, know that he had to leave. The others would be worried about him; or at the very least, Nightmare would be pissed.

And he did not like pissing off Nightmare.

"Oh! You're awake!"

Horror jumped at the voice, and turned to see a little bitty version of Blue with wings. "Uh-"

The bitty beamed at him. "That's great! We were getting worried! My name's Jay!"

Horror swallowed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Shake hands? "N-nice to...meet you?"

Jay didn't seem to notice his hesitation. "You're in the center's clinic right now!" He chirped. "You dropped out of nowhere and hit your skull, so the caretakers brought you straight here. How are you feeling?"

Horror felt his skull. He didn't feel any new cracks or holes, and no new pieces had fallen off. "M' fine," he muttered. Jay blinked. "B-but that hole in your skull-"

"Had always been there," Horror finished for him. He wanted to leave, not chat with this kid. He could tell that Jay wasn't more than the bitty equivalent of a five year old.

"Look, Jay or whatever, I gotta go. Know where the exit is?"

Jay's eye sockets widened. "B-but you cant leave!" He cried. "There are all kinds of mean laws about feral bitties, and if your out alone without any kind of- of identification or anything they'll- th-th-they'll-"

Jay was quivering in fear, giving Horror the general idea. "Euthanize me?"

"Yes!" Jay squeaked. "You really should stay here, I know not everyone is nice like I am, but it's much safer, and- h-hey!"

Horror started walking away, to the edge of the table his little bed had been on. There was no way to get down without hurting himself seriously. He could take a few hard knocks, but the bitty version of a ten foot drop? No thanks.

Jay came running up next to him, tripping on his little bird feet. "I-if you want to get down, I can help," he offered quickly. His eye lights were pleading, like this was just as much for him as it was for Horror.

"...No offense, kid," Horror said wryly, glancing at Jay's stick-like arms and legs, "but I doubt you can carry me. Even if you can, I don't really want to get shredded by those talons of yours."

Jay blinked and looked down at his feet. He wriggled his toes, letting his claws click against the tabletop. "I...I never thought about that," he admitted. "But I've carried loads of friends, and the only time someone got hurt was when I accidentally dropped them."

"That's comforting," Horror grunted. "Fine. Just get more than halfway before you drop me, alright?"

Jay's eye lights lit up in delight, launching himself in the air and doing a summersault. "YAY!"

Without warning, he grabbed Horror's shoulders with his bird feet and dove over the edge.

Just before they would've smacked into the ground, Jay quickly thrust out his wings, catching the air and slowing them down considerably.

Horror's feet touched the floor softly, with no trouble.

Jay let go and landed, the grin on his face rivaled only by Blue's when Classic learned he'd spiked the eggnog.

Yeah, he'd been there for that.

Unfortunately.

"See?" Jay said proudly, "I'm good at this!"

Horror raised his hands in surrender. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Jay frowned. "You aren't very nice."

"I never said I was."

The bird bitty pouted. "That doesn't mean you have to be rude!"

"What, you want me to say 'thanks?'"

"Yes."

"Thanks."

"Your welcome!"

Horror resisted the urge to groan. This kid was grating his nerves. But, he needed his help for a little longer. "Where do we go now?"

Jay's smile returned. God, he really was a bitty version of Blue. "Oh; we gotta go to the main room for bitties and introduce you to the others! Follow me!"

Jay grabbed Horror's arms and flapped away, dragging the murderer away at the same speed an average person would run.

...Well, technically slower, but at this point I think you get the idea. Everything is scaled down. They're bitties.

After a while, a few turns and a few passing non-bitties (Biggies?? Was that what normal people were called?), Jay brought him to a large room with literally everything a bitty could want, save weapons. Horror spotted some Error and Ink bitties, some regular Sans and Blueberry bitties, and this one tiny purple version of Dream with a crescent moon crown, looking like he was about to cause trouble with strange-looking Cross and Error bitties.

There were also several human bitties, including Frisks and Chara, and others that he didn't recognize. One was dressed in all pink and had a bright pink blob following her. Even her hair was pink. It was scary.

Then there were some generic monster bitties. No one terribly note-worthy, except the strange Gaster that looked weirdly familiar, and not in a good way.

So really, your typical bitty adoption center.

Jay dragged him other to a group of other Sans bitties. There was the Fell Sans bitty, the Classic Sans bitty, and the SwapFell Sans Bitty. Jay was the only skeleton harpy.

"Hey, Jay." The Classic bitty called. "Is that the new guy?"

"Yep!" Jay chirped.

"Great, another idiot," the Fell bitty grumbled.

"We obviously don't have enough of those," the SwapFell Bitty said sarcastically. "I hope this weak piece of shit can at least stand up for himself."

They.

Did.

Not.

Just.

S a y  t h a t.

Horror's vision went red. He growled lowly, and saw the others suddenly shrink away from him in fear.

He pulled his combat LEGO out of its holster and launched himself at the Fell bitties. They yelped and dodged, both of them activating their magic. Horror tried to attack again when Jay grabbed him and pulled him back. "H-hey! I know you're a Horror bitty, but you don't have to attack them! They're really nice when you get to know them and-"

But Horror teleported out of his grasp and behind the Fell bitties, his LEGO blocked by Bitty SwapFell's bone sword. Damn. He looked scared, but angry. "You wanna die, you freak?" He snarled.

"Try me," Horror chuckled. "I've killed other Sanses like you, and you have less than half the power they did."

Classic and Jay glanced nervously at each other, and Fell backed up. SwapFell's eye sockets narrowed and pushed him back. Then he turned to Jay and said, "Get one of the-"

He was cut off by Horror smacking him in the skull with the dull side of his LEGO.

He collapsed, unconscious. "Little shrimp," Horror spat. The Classic and Fell Bitties ran forward and grabbed SwapFell, pulling him away to what Horror assumed was where the center's workers and/or volunteers were.

Which meant he was about to get into trouble.

Shit. He had to go.

He ignored Jay's panicked, "Hey, Wait-!" and teleported outside.

...

It was freezing.

And it was snowing. Great.

He should've stayed inside.

Where even was he? It wasn't any Snowdin.

Was that the sky? It was all grey.

Horror heard a chattering sound, and realized it was his teeth. His jacket was doing absolutely nothing for him. Maybe being a bitty made him less resistant to cold?

He shook off the thought as best he could. Now wasn't the time to think, he had to move. Somewhere, he'd have to find a place to shelter. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to teleport again; his magic felt depleted. Definitely a bitty thing; his smaller body meant he didn't have nearly as much of a magic reserve. That didn't make it less annoying. Maybe if he could find someplace warm, he could rest, and get back to the castle when he woke up.

But he underestimated the vulnerability of bitties. How would he have known that it only took a few minutes for a bitty to catch severe hypothermia? He'd never had a bitty, and didn't know anything about them except they were small and weak, and that there were bitty versions of pretty much everyone.

He collapsed in the snow.

Dream pulled his coat tighter around him as the cold bit at every little part of his exposed body it could. His face, his neck, the part of his wrist where his sleeve and gloves were pulling apart.

He was freezing, but he wasn't in danger of freezing to death just yet.

He shook his head, focusing on the reason he was here. Apparently Nightmare's gang had tried to cause trouble, but something went wrong. Horror had vanished, which shouldn't have been any of Dream's concern. After all, Horror was the enemy.

He told himself that he just wanted to take Horror hostage, and get some information out of him like where Nightmare would strike next, what the hell was wrong with Cross that he stole Blue's tacos, why was Horror so-

Dream shook his skull again, more furiously. No, no no. Bad brain. Stop.

That was not the place he wanted to go right now.

Horror wasn't-

-A bitty asleep in the snow?!?

Dream stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at the pile of ice he'd just passed.

Sure enough, there was a little Horror bitty out cold in the shoveled snow.

Without a second thought Dream pulled him out, noticing the thin jacket he wore. He had no identification, meaning he was feral.

The poor guy! Alone and out in this weather!

Dream took off his glove and rested the inside of his wrist on the bitty's foreskull, and a chill was sent through his body.

He knew immediately that if the bitty didn't get somewhere warm soon, he wouldn't make it.

Forgetting his mission, Dream took off his scarf and wrapped the bitty in it. The little version of Horror let out a shuddering breath and curled up, instinctively trying to hold onto the warmth still in it.

Dream opened a portal to his house, and started to quickly take off his cold-weather garb, not bothering to hang them up despite Ink coming out of his room, asking what the hell was going on.

Ignoring his eccentric friend, Dream turned on the electric heater and set the bitty in front of it, knowing that it wouldn't get too hot for him in the few seconds Dream would be gone.

"Hey!" Ink complained. "It's already hot in here!"

Dream still ignored him, pushing past him and searching around for the towels he knew had just been through the dryer.

There!

He grabbed them. To his relief, they were still warm.

He ran back to the bitty and took the scarf off him. His body was still cold as ice, and Dream's scarf no longer held any heat. He quickly re-wrapped him in the towel, and Ink finally saw what he was so worried about.

The artist inhaled sharply and said, "Is that-"

"A bitty," Dream confirmed. "He was asleep in the snow of the main bitty AU."

Dream rushed off again, trying to find something else that might help. The heater was starting to warm the towels, and the bitty's face had become almost peaceful.

Ink peered at his face. "Uh, Dream, isn't he a Horror Sans Bitty?"

Dream didn't even glance up as he looked around for something else he could use. "Yes, Ink, and I don't care. He's a bitty; he has nothing to do with-"

"That's not what I'm worried about," Ink interrupted. "I'm pretty sure they need lots of food; especially meat. And he's probably going to be really aggressive."

Dream gave up searching, realizing there was nothing more he could do besides wait. "I know," he sighed. "But at the very least, we're going to help him."

Ink sighed. "Well, okay. But if he wakes up and tries to kill one of us, don't say I didn't warn you."

Dream cracked a smile. "Alright."

Horror's mind was filled with cold. Had snow gotten into his skull? He was sure it had.

As soon as the thought came, it left.

His mind was filled with cold.

There was nothing but the cold.

Just him, and the cold.

And perhaps death was coming to meet him.

The thought slipped away again.

Something warm suddenly enveloped him.

Then something warm touched his face.

Death was here. Death was releasing him.

The thought faded.

But the warmth got warmer.

So very, very warm, all around him.

Perhaps it wasn't Death after all.

Perhaps somebody had found him.

The thoughts melted back into the warmth and cold.

The warm thing was suddenly taken away. He wanted it to come back.

But it was replaced by more warm. So, so warm.

He liked it.

More warm.

He liked the warm.

The thought evaporated.

But he was able to hold onto them for longer.

That was a good thing, right?

The thought vanished.

He found himself in a dream of somebody's arms around him.

He couldn't tell who. Was it his brother? Was it one of his friends?

But none of them were yellow.

Who was it?

But they were oh, so warm.

So comfortably warm.

Whoever they were, they were safe.

Horror thought, I bet they even have food.

The dream had no meaning, and no time. It was simply warm.

After what felt like a long time, Horror closed his eye sockets for a moment, and suddenly the arms were gone.

It felt like he...was in a towel?

It was just as warm as the person's arms.

He opened his eye sockets.

"Oh thank the stars; you're awake!"

Horror's attention snapped to the huge skeleton sitting in a nearby armchair. His vision was blurry, but he was sure he recognize them.

"Ughhh....W-who-"

The skeleton came closer.

It was Dream. His face was full of relief. "You've been asleep for almost two days," he said softly. Horror's face felt warm, but he assumed it was just the heater he noticed next to him.

"Are you feeling better?"

Horror sat up groggily. He was about to ask when Dream had gotten so big, when he remembered that he was a bitty, and that he was the one that shrank. "Think so..." he muttered. He was still cold, but it was more like he was standing in front of an AC that had been turned up to max; instead of the cold grips of death.

Dream moved away from him for a moment. Horror's vision had cleared enough that he could see the little blue bitty-sized sweater on the end table near the chair Dream had been sitting in. He also spotted Ink drawing something in another room, and smelled something cooking elsewhere in the house.

Oh sh** I'm in the Star Sanses' hideout.

Well. The only thing that could've made this better would've been him being full-sized and-

Shut up brain. You don't even exist. Stop thinking.

He realized Dream had run off, but he heard him talking in a nearby room. It sounded like:

Dream: Hey, could I make some hot chocolate real quick?

Other voice (Probably Blue): HM? OH, SURE DREAM! IS THE LITTLE GUY UP?

Dream: Yes! I doubt he's fully recovered, though.

Other voice (Yeah that's Blue): MWEH HEH HEH! SO THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTED THE LITTLE SWEATER FOR, HUH?

Dream: Yep~!

Dream: Oh; do you have a little cup I could-thanks!

Blue: NO PROBLEM!

After half a second, Dream came back into Horror's view, carrying a shot glass full of steaming liquid chocolate.
Horror found it strange that they even had shot glasses. Weren't they all basically kids in adult bodies?

...Oh, right. Ink was a complete nutcase, and Blue had a well-known history of spiking drinks at parties. That explained it.

Before handing him the drink, Dream picked up the sweater and handed it to Horror. "Here," he said, "This should keep you warm."

Horror hesitated. He shouldn't accept their help. Then again, Dream thought he was just a bitty, and what the others didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Or him.

He grumbled and took the sweater, ignoring the heat still rising in his cheek bones. Perhaps he had caught something while he was in the snow? He vaguely remembered it looking dirty.

Once he put on the sweater, he rubbed his covered arms. It was so warm! He decided that he wasn't going to take it off. He grunted a muffled "Thanks."

Dream stifled a laugh. Horror felt his cheeks get hotter.

Stop doing that, he silently begged Dream, Stop being cute.

Dream carefully handed Horror the shot glass of hot cocoa. "Here you go," he said gently. "You're still going to be cold for a little while, but you're much better than you were."

"Yeah; I was only mostly frozen." Compared to Dream's voice, Horror's sounded squeaky. He hadn't noticed it when he'd been with the other bitties, but now...His sarcasm didn't really work.

Dream frowned. "Aw, don't be like that! Stay positive! At least I managed to find you before you froze to death!"

Horror almost spit out the hot chocolate in his mouth. Thankfully, he's used to reacting like this (Thank you, Killer and Dust; you're both immature little boys at heart), so he gulped it down instead. It burned his throat, but he ignored that. It sounded as if Dream had been...

"W-were you...looking for me?" Did he know what had happened to him?

Dream's face suddenly turned yellow, and he looked away. "A-actually, I was looking for a...a friend. He went missing, and...I was worried...But!" He said quickly, "The important thing is that someone found you, and you're going to be okay!" He smiled encouragingly, but his face was still bright yellow.

"Dream? Is the little guy awake?"

Dream turned, and Horror directed his eye light to Ink, who'd just come out of his room. Ink's eye lights changed form curious question marks to a glad star and oval. "Oh! Good to see ya up, pal!" Ink came over and gently rubbed the part of Horror's skull that was intact. It felt like petting.

Horror growled and angrily swatted Ink's hand away. "Don't." He snarled. Ink rose his hands in apology. "Okay! Sorry! I'll just...Uh...Walk away..." And he did. Dream glanced at the Horror bitty, and after moment, he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Horror demanded.

"N-nothing!" Dream said quickly. "You're just adorable when you're angry."

Horror's felt his face get even hotter. He took another sip of the hot chocolate.

It didn't help.

So uh

This isn't short at all-

I approximate three parts total. 3 will most likely be short, BUUUUT I'm also kind skipping around in time a bit and I thought that since I finished the first and second time chunks I should break it up.

I'm just gonna work on 3 for now and post 2 tomorrow-