Will: *cuts one of Kacchans fingers off* try me again
Will: *takes some rot off himself and puts it into your open wound*
Will: *CUTS YOUR DAMN HAND OFF WITH SCISSORS*
Will: *THE PROCEEDS TO PUT MOLD IN YOUR WOUND*
Will: *he almost shoves the scissors into your skull, then his eyes fade back to borwn -they were purple before- *
Will:.......w-what am i doing?
Will: *he cleans out your wound, and goes back to sitting on the couch*
Will: *glitching* kid now is NOT the time im trying to control myself so that i dotn KILL YOU
Will: also Kat i love you dearly but please shut. the. fuck. up.
damn cya
Will: *glitching*
