A few salty tears dripped from my chin before, I closed the book. "Oh,William..." I whispered to no one. I let out a shaky sigh, setting the book back in the side table desk.
"They'll bust your knee caps ooh wopty doo wopty doo.." I should take a shower. I walked to my stiff small closet and pulled out a light grey sweater, a white t-shirt, and a pair of black ankle socks.
I don't even give two fucks for pants. I used to be such a cheery man but, ever since the fire... I just can't. I mean what's the point. I hadn't had a shot of dopamine in what two decades?
I kinda just gave up human interaction. Hell, I hadn't even bought a dumb dog that eats it's own fesies or a cat that's to horny for this world. Now that I think about it, I hadn't pleasured myself since either. What's the point. I don't even care anymore. It goes away after ignoring it for so long or maybe I'd just adapted to the pain and ach?
I'd see nothin in doing so either, I mean I hadn't seen William or my wife in as I said years. What's the point...
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FanfictionA Henry Emily X William Afton fantastic. Henry did it.. he burned down everything. After William his best friend murdered his beloved daughter Henry dedicates the rest of his life to saving her but, was Henry happy after the fire? no. the answer was...
