Grell Sutcliff

"I wonder what you'd look like painted in red."

Grell Sutcliff

"I wonder what you'd look like painted in red."

How pitifully boring.

Today has been a gloomy day, the dark clouds covering the sky, it was also raining. No one was outside, no one wanted to be in this type of weather.

A person in red and black was standing on one of the roofs, Grell Sutcliff. She had her death scythe with her, a frown on her lips. "Today is such a pity! This weather ruined my hair and makeup, and made my clothes all disheveled. Not to mention, everyone that's due on the to die list today is inside, which makes it harder for me to do this stupid job." She had complained angrily, muttering to herself.

Someone has been kicked outside from their parents house, how upsetting, especially when the weather is this bad. Their parents think they're useless and that they don't need them anymore, so their parents kicked them out without a word.

Their clothes and hair were drenched, probably going to get sick from this weather, God knows how long they've already been outside like this. They were walking around the town, trying to find any shelter, or anything to eat and drink, but there was nothing. All signs of shelter has been knocked out from this storm.

They were already feeling hopeless as it is from being kicked out, now they're practically desperate to find something to survive for the night.

They walk towards one of the small centers of the town and sit down in the fetal position against one of the houses, crying in their knees.

That's when, Grell spots them and smiles with her teeth, laughing at the pitiful sight. She jumps down from the rooftop gracefully and walks over to the person, her chainsaw dragging across the pebbled ground as she speaks. "Look at you, all hopeless and crying, so vulnerable. I wonder what thing got you to such a state, It's a shame your not wearing any red, perhaps I should paint you with pretty, red blood, and fix that up."