“Well, let’s… let’s get you some food. What sounds good?”

Michael digs for a moment before finding a still-wrapped lollipop. “This is all. Sorry…”

“Not good? It’s not too old, I promise.” He’d glance around before motioning. “If you want, I can go grab you a slice of pizza from the food court?”

You. Are. Our whole family is cursed because of /you/, because of what you did… or will do.

Do you not get it? You think you can just change the past and that will change who you really are? I know you, father. I can see your soul for what it really is. A rotting, festering void of nothingness.

You cursed our family and no self-pity is going to undo that. So you can scheme away, but in the end, you’re too much of a coward to do what really needs to be done.

And they did? I did? Lizzie did? Everyone that you’ve ever been near is doomed to die. You killed them. Your machines killed Elizabeth, killed me. Your legacy is nothing but blood and death. But go ahead. Try your plan. And when it fails, I’ll be there to finish the job.

“Just stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.” And he would be, a few slices in hand.

Michael: unalive yourself William: but I pinky-promised your mom

“I died. My insides ripped out. Your machine using my body like a puppet to escape. And mom? She disappeared one day. It took some digging, literally, before I finally found her. Killed. Murdered. By you. Buried behind our shed like a stray dog.”

What do I do with this information.

I’m not guilt-free. Once father is gone for good, then it’s my job to wrap things up. No Afton should be left. Our bloodline is cursed.

ᅟ ᅟ ᅟ ᅟᅟ ᅟ𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 :: reading the tl and this is the only thing playing in my head

And luckily, it’s a lot easier to deal with myself than everyone else.

I’m an idiot. He deserves to die for what he did… But this isn’t the same man, not yet at least.

Michael @ William: unalive yourself Michael @ Toad from Mario kart: unalive yourself