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           Oh look, someone gave the flower a gun. Well, she found it, and sort of stole it from a trunk in the basement marked "Tate", but were the details really necessary? Violet thought not. So, she just toyed with it in the backyard of Murder House, playing cop, and pointing the thing at trees, without shooting it. She had no idea if it was loaded or not, she didn't even know how to load it.
           And that's when she saw the timid brunet returning to her beloved home. Violet tucked the gun in her back pocket, out of sight, and met him at the edge of the fence, careful not to venture any further. "Long time no see, Norman. Where've ya been, lurking 'round that shithole of a motel?" She teased, a smirk playing on her pink petal lips. Taunting the boy made her feel better about herself, hence why she did it often.
