Dta entry for WILLIAM AFTON BUT AS A DEPRESSING DRUGGED DOGGO LETS GOOO [!WARNING!-Story has mentions of offing yourself and death!] (cause poison and stuff also blame the *bad word detector* for making the warning a bit weird)
How much time had passed since the incident? Weeks? Months? Years..? I lost track of it a long time ago, however long ago it was I’ve never forgotten it, one of the most traumatic moments of my entire life. It was summer, when I found this beautiful flower on a bush. I gave it to my mother to make some tea… She took the first sip… then dropped down to the floor. I cried. I HAD KILLED her… I took a sip of the poisonous drink myself, but I only changed into a monster. Parts of me even glowed… I was so young when this happened.. WHY?!… Why am I not DIEING? WHY COULDN’T IT BE ME?
