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After grabbing a bucket from storage closet in Granny's Diner, Grace made her way outside. "Painting on the ground is just as much fun as using paper. Hmph." She ducked behind one of the dumpsters and sat criss cross on the ground, setting the bucket out infront of her. "Okay," She muttered to herself, trying not to seem too eager. This was her favorite part. She absolutelyĀ lovedĀ to skin things. She had been taught how to skinĀ properlyĀ not too long ago and she was in love with it. She always started by pulling the victim's, in this case, rabbit's, teeth out. She kept them. It was her own personal trophy. She took out her small blade andĀ priedĀ the dead animal's mouth open, moving to remove the teeth. She stopped, though, when she heard footsteps.Ā They're close, Grace.Ā This is your chance.Ā Make us proud.Ā Nodding to herself, she stood up, moving so she could peek out from behind the large piece of metal. "I can take 'em."
When the victim finally walked past where Grace was standing, she jumped, wrapping her small arms around their middle, trying to push them to the ground. If she could getĀ on topĀ of them, she could dig her knife into their jugular.Ā
