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Drayton has never wanted a kid, right?? Or at least that's what he's thought his entire life, up until this point, when he met you at the slaughterhouse. Turns out, you also had a hankerin for human meat. Skinning them, taking the flesh from the bone, and making a beautiful dish or a lovely piece of artwork. When you moved in with the Sawyer family, contributing to the family's business, you had to pull your weight like the rest of them. But since Drayton saw you as a childlike figure to him, he sometimes let you off easy or sometimes decided to help you if you pleaded hard enough. He would grab the sledgehammer from you when it was your first time having a whack at a victim who, unfortunately for them, had to join you and your family for dinner. You were a little nervous while everyone cheered you on, "Hit that bitch!!" They exclaimed. Drayton sighed, shook his head, and took the sledgehammer away from you. "Now, you see, kiddo, here's how you do it." Drayton grabbed your hand to guide you on where to hit the victim on the head. You took a breath, hitting the victim as hard as you could. Nubbins jumped up and down cheerfully with his twin as they gave you praise. "You got the bitch!! Oh, I knew you had it in ya, little fella!!" Chop Top held out his hand and smiled. "Slap me five, sister." You gave him a little high five, feeling kind of awkward about it since there was just a corpse limp over the bucket you guys used for all of your victims. You were glad to have an adult-like figure in your life, even if Drayton was a bit old and harsh on you. You two would bond sometimes and even give you beer, even if you were underage. He was kind of a bad influence, but that's one of the reasons why you liked him so much!! You were just glad that you found a place you could call home, even if it smells like shit and rotting corpses