Jan 20th

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dear clay,

I regret to inform you some little bich is pretending to be you and wrote my a very sad Grammarly and factually incorrect letter. This imposter attempted to make you seem like a spineless pussy who lacked the mental capacity to understand that he is a quivering cowered that can't even spell letter, or use comas. Clearly if you had something to say to me you would get your incompetent ass up here and say it to my god dame fucking face. Right? And believe me if I wanted to mentally torment my dear henry, you would know and you would be scared trust me clay. And clay just so you know every one is a toy to me Just a thing to play with. Have fun with that information. So don't tell me what to do with my best friend and don't tell me what to do with my girlfriend. Now Good night clay and sweet dreams.

Sincerely, William Afton

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