Thank you Catalyst on Discord, Error_And_Izuku, and yaoilover3173 for suggesting with a lot of vim and vigor that I do a part two. I didn't really have a unifying idea, and people will probably want a third part. But I don't really want to make a third one. The rest of the story would follow a pattern that while I should focus on, I don't want to because I can't say for sure what exactly this pattern would entail.

Catalyst on Discord and Error_And_Izuku on Wattpad and yaoilover3173 on Wattpad: Part Two To A Bitty From A Strange Life

The room is dead silent aside from a soft tap-tap-tap as Sasha taps the table with her fingernails.

"Thank you, Bit, for bringing me this Error Bitty." Sasha tilts her gaze down to said bitty, gently petting her personal Nightmare bitty.

"You'll have a wonderful home here if you desire such a life with me." Error looks at the table, fiddling with strings as he tilts his head.

"It'S oNlY a MaTtEr Of TiMe UnTiL iNkY fInDs Me...BuT iF yOu WaNt To Go To ThIs EfFoRt FoR mE, tHeN i WoN't ArGuE." Sasha and the Nightmare bitty both freeze at Error's words, the Nightlight Bitty tugging on Sasha, who sets him on the table.

"I promise, this 'Inky' will never find you, and if he does, I'll do my best to protect you. Sasha too!" Error looks up at the other bitty, shivering slightly, shaking his head.

"YoU cAn TrY, i SuPpOsE. bUt I dOn'T tHiNk YoU cAn Do MuCh, InKy Is BaSiCaLlY a GoD, aLl ThInGs CoNsIdErEd." The bitty looks between Sasha and Bit, before wrapping Error protectively in goopy tentacles.

"Mine." Sasha chuckles softly, smiling at the two bitties.

"Well, my dear Bitty, looks like Nighty decided for us." Error tilts a confused gaze up at Sasha, keeping his gaze off of the goopy bitty, Sasha softly explaining. "When he claims another bitty, I can't argue. He won't surrender until he knows it's safe for them."

~

"He WoN't SuRrEnDeR uNtIl He KnOwS iT's SaFe FoR tHeM, hUh?" Error mutters, looking around the enclosed room, thankful the room in question wasn't white and also wasn't rainbow. Error releases a soft sigh as he looks around his 'bed' area, frowning slightly.

"DoN't SeE tHe PoInT. mY sTrInGs ArE fAr MoRe CoMfOrTaBlE."

"Have you given the bed a chance though? An honest chance? How can you know if your strings would be more comfortable without giving the bed a real proper chance?" Error jumps, turning his gaze to the goopy skeleton, sighing softly.

"No MaTtEr ThE wOrLd, YoU aLwAyS aPpEaR aS iF fRoM sHaDoWs." The bitty slowly wanders over to Error, chuckling.

"I do. Appear from the shadows, I mean. Why do you think Sasha keeps the lights dimmed down to a reasonable level? It's to ensure my comfort." Error looks up at the light, nodding at the reasonable level coming from the soft yellow light.

"AlRiGhT...wElL...i ShOuLd GeT bAcK tO aDjUsTiNg...Or SoMeThInG..." Error keeps his gaze focused away from the bitty standing a few feet away, but keeps his magic hyperaware of said bitty's location.

"You're uncomfortable in my presence." Error shrugs, struggling to keep his body from visibly trembling.

"S-So?"

"I'll go. Sasha wants you to feel comfortable." Error stays where he is until he feels the bitty's presence leave.

"..." Error walks over to the bed, pressing his hand against the mattress, slowly climbing on and getting comfy. "..."

"It'S...aDeQuAtE." Error mutters under his breath, trying to convince something that isn't there that he doesn't find the bed comfortable, even as he chooses to lay on the bed.

~

Error looks at the plate of food Sasha carried into the room, his belly grumbling slightly from hunger.

"I'll just set the plate here, okay?" Sasha gestures to the table, Error slowly nodding.

"It'S fInE." Sasha gently lowers the plate to the table, turning and leaving the room quietly with the grace of a queen.

Error wanders over to the plate, blinking at the assortment of food and the note.

'If you eat a bit of everything on the plate, I'll give you some chocolate. ~Sasha'

Error furrows his brow, shrugging and picking the food apart with the strangely bitty-sized cutlery chilling right by the plate.

"ThAnKs BlUe..." Error slowly eats a bit of every food item on the plate, furrowing his brow slightly when he feels a familiar magic entering the home.

~With Sasha after dropping the food off with Error~
Sasha cuddles with her little Nightlight bitty on the couch, watching Error through the camera system, mostly for the safety of the bitty. Especially with the knowledge that this 'Inky' person did so many horrendous things to him.

Error Bitties are hard to gain the trust of! Why would you treat one so terribly?!

A knock on the door pulls Sasha to her feet. However, she pauses just before she touches the door, looking at her bitty.

Sasha mouths a warning to her bitty, telling him to go to Error and hide the both of them, opening the door when her bitty is out of sight. There, right on her doorstep, is someone who fits the description the Error bitty gave of 'Inky'.

So this is the ass?

"Hello! You're a random stranger I don't know. Why are you at my house?" Inky startles for a moment, releasing a sheepish grin.

"Oh! I'm Ink. The Creator of the Multiverse, and uh...I felt the Destroyer's magic here. I just wanted to make sure you were safe. You know?"

Sasha has gotten good at reading people. Call it a sixth sense. Or the magic of the bitties bleeding into her. Or perhaps some other reason. But Sasha has always been very good at getting a pretty accurate portrait of every person she's ever met.

Typically, this super power is only really necessary regarding potential adopters. However, Sasha has also used it to ferret out people who lie about themselves or others.

"I suppose, 'Creator'. You sound insane, but my mother raised someone who'd give every person the benefit of the doubt." Inky sighs softly, muttering to himself something that vaguely sounded like 'a sans wouldn't call me insane' but Sasha brushes it off, inviting Inky in. The Skeleton walks in, taking a seat on the nearest comfortable seat.

"Let me get you something to drink."

"A jar of paint will do fine." Sasha schools the disgust welling within her, quickly finding a jar of paint she cares little for, giving it to the abuser of the Error Bitty resting in the room right now.

"So, you claimed to have sensed a Destroyer here."

"Yeap. He's a really big problem, constantly destroying my creations. He keeps breaking things, and has no sense of compassion or empathy. Whenever I ask 'why' in hopes that he could be reasoned with and placated, he responds with 'it's my job'. As if that explains everything." Sasha remains quiet, remembering her interactions with the bitty, whom she can assume is the same Destroyer as Inky is mentioning.

"Was he a small bitty Sans?"

"Nope. He was a full-sized skeleton. Why?"

"I recently came into ownership of an Error Bitty, who claimed you were his previous owner and had repeatedly hurt him for something he couldn't control." Inky blinks, tilting his head.

"I've never owned a bitty."

Gotcha. This Error bitty wasn't originally a bitty. He was the Destroyer you are complaining so much about. Then something happened in this AU, and he became a Bitty.

Sasha slowly nods.

"Tell me more about the Destroyer." This one statement posed as a question leads to Inky ranting and raving about the goings on of the Multiverse, the Destroyer, and everything in between for a solid thirty minutes. In this time, Nightlight has repeatedly caught her attention, calling her attention to the slowly panicking Error Bitty.

"-And of course! Blue stole my vials one time! That week funking sucked aardvark. Don't worry, I got my just desserts on Blue, by tying his scarf so he couldn't wear it. He's super sensitive about the scar on his neck, constantly trying to hide it. Stretch got really mad at me about that, but I dunno why. It was a harmless prank. Even Blue said it was completely harmless. Though he looked super upset for some reason. I dunno how emotions work, I'm soulless after all."

"You mean to tell me you're a soulless Creator? I thought monsters needed souls to live." Inky shrugs, blinking.

"Where was I?" Sasha only shrugs, Nightlight pulling her attention, this time to an Error Bitty in a full-blown panic attack.

"I must take care of the Error Bitty's panic attack, please do not leave this room." With that, Sasha is heading to the room, entering in order to gently comfort the bitty in question, releasing soft hums as she holds him close to her chest.

"You're alright. You'll be okay. Just follow my breathing." The bitty slowly and tearfully nods, shakily breathing in time with Sasha. Soft footsteps echo out, Sasha easily sensing Inky hovering at the doorframe.

The silence that permeates the room as the panicked bitty slowly calms down, Inky slowly steps into the room, and Nightlight rather quickly climbs up to Sasha's shoulder, hiding in her hair.

"Inky, was it?" The skeleton flinches as Sasha turns, hugging the trembling and scarred skeleton close to her chest.

"Do you think the Destroyer is mindless? Or without reason? Or without even a soul, a fundamental part of being a real monster?"

"...That is my Destroyer, isn't it?"

"He. And more than likely. From what I can tell, he has suffered much, and has a very high LV. Now...I would like you to leave."

"The house or the AU?"

"Both. You are not welcome here while this Bitty is healing. And I'd rather you learn for yourself the reasons for his Destruction."

(1595 words including the top A/N

Now, Sasha, Bit, Sarah, and Ccino *technically* all have a surface level understanding of the Multiverse around their 'AU' because well. DreamTale Bitties, UnderSwap Bitties, UnderFell Bitties, UnderLust Bitties, etc etc.

Sasha, Bit, and Sarah in particular (but mostly Bit and Sasha) all have accidentally soaked up magic from the bitties. It's not much. But Bit and Sasha both were already highly magical beings. They have a Sixth Sense, or Intuition, or whatever you call it. While they don't have real magic like the regular multiverse, but they both have a unique sense.

Bit's sixth sense is a passive ability to make people calmer/trust him more faster.

Sasha's sixth sense is an uncanny ability to perfectly read every person she's ever met. I.E. Karens don't have to ask to see the manager for Sasha to tell it's a Karen (To be fair, normal people shouldn't either, but you know *shrugs*), but beyond stereotypes, Sasha can read anyone's personalities, if they are lying or not, their primary energy source (Extrovert, Ambivert, and Introvert), and so forth.

She typically uses it to pair Bitties to good owners and vice versa. But she can also use this as a way to sort of preemptively get bad owners out of the center, etc.

Is Sasha OP? Maybe?

Do I care? Not Really.

Should you care? Maybe? Depends.