* Will did put a long sleeve sweater on tho*
Will: alright...im baking, its the best coping skill ive got
k man
Will: *not paying atention, yet Kacchan anger is so strong to Will its all he can smell, an dyet hes singign not paying atention*
Will: *his voice is hauntingly beautiful*
You dont know a nightmare, till youve seen into my dreams
*big ol Mama Springtrap baking cookies*
Will: *he smells your blood and takes out a eyeball to see whats going on*
Will: *puts the rest of him in there, not just lookign like a kind and caring Father, guess he changed the settings on his chip*
Will: just get a new one from like Amazon or soemthing, also, if you want to punch something, punch me
