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Gromit wanted out, he wanted to drop everything and go home to his father Wallace and drink tea with cheese n crackers, but no! of corse he was stuck in a broom closet hiding from feathers mgraw god he hated him so much with his stupid red gloves and stupid dark brown eyes and stupid stupid hair... god he had nice hair- Wait no!! gromit scolds himself for thinking such things no matter how true they could be. especially since gromit absolutely hates him, but now he has to tune out those thoughts to focus on staying quiet, he counts up from 0 to distranct himself and almost gets up to 70 but as if fate were trying to frighten him terribly he hears someone running past his closet very fast or perhaps very very frightened based on their ragged breathing he faintly hears as they run past by time they passed and were almost out of earshot gromit could allow himself to breath though he knew not to worry much since it was probably* a innocent bystander just trying to run and hide from the parell of mgraws dangerous shenanigans just as gromit himself was doing (though he didnt fancy the ideaof sharing his totally awesome cleaver and origanal hiding spot with ANYONE) but of course he hears their shoes skid a bit as they come to a stop and slink back through the hall towards whereever they came from but more importently towards gromits closet hes crouchig quietly in the darkest shadow of the not at all lit broom/utility closet made even smaller by the cleaning supplies and random junk that were crammed in there as he listens carefully to the footsteps his doomsetting in even more with each dull thud on the floor under the persons shoeshe begins feeling a tad clastrophobic under the weight of his doom when he suddenly hears men yelling in a formal tone and running towards the hall the broom/utility closet is on making the person outside yelp and gromit all but prays and starts to feel upmost relief that the yelling men running towards their location would scare the person away but gromit watches that hope crumble to nothing the second he hears the person scury straight for his closet. he can fee his panic tightening as the doornob begins to turn. he flatens himself as far back to the wall as he can (barely) as the light momentarily illumanates the closet and his face blinding him glaring into his eyes with that certain cruelty only a schools cool buzzing lightbulbs could give off before everthing goes dark all light pushed behind a strangers body as he?* stumbles in and slams the door shut behind him before tripping on gromits leg and falling forwards onto gromit pinning himdown before proping himself up to see gromits horrified expression as he realizes the man ontop and scowling is someone he knows all too well fo his liking..