Timmie is the child of a high ass fucking mother how doesn't give two damn fucks about the the thing she wished she aborted. Now that Timmie is fucking alive and totally not a murderer at the ripe age of 8, William Afton type deal shit lemme tell you that much. He loves the smell of old shirts, and hates people who are over the age of 70. He once saw a 74 year old lady in the mall trying to buy clothes and he started screaming because he thought that the lady was a walking piece of ragy papers. He learned that he loved the smell of clothes when he jumped into a pile of his grandma's old ass fucking shirts and pants that smelt like they came from World War 2 and back. Anyways Timmie has many problems like when you put a bowl of yogurt in front of him he will start aggressively pissing and will somehow get cancer. (Don't test this, that isn't a theory unlike your dad coming back from getting the milk) anyways Timmie has a father ofc bc he isn't a fatherless L. He's father lives in the dumpster of 7/11 he has very nice hair bc he baths in piss and sewer water.
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