I was only 12 years old when I started seeing Mr. Willy. He always seemed like a nice guy, He came over for dinner with my parents, came to all of my wrestling matches and even came into the bathroom to help me wash. Soon it started becoming frequent and my parents told Mr Williams he had to stop. It was only three days later my parents disappeared and i was forced into living at my grandparents…

4 years later…..

As I was walking through the hallways of my school I saw my friends with a strange figure wearing a fedora and caring tax papers that i wasn't familiar with. As i approved a sick feeling creeping through my anal glands entered intensified i realized. It was him. He was back. he stared at me as a large grin started across his face. I tried to run. I was no match for Mr Williams gnome speed. He grabbed me and dragged me into his office, he told me to sit and wait for his return. He came back wearing a pink thong that was to small for him. I tried to get out of the chair but his tentacles were upon my body as they entered every SINGLE hole in my body. 8 months later our love child Brain was born, I have never been more happy.

But one day things changed for the worse.

My baby briens cries echoed through the house .

My husband mr willy rubbed his testicles against my forehead.

I could feel the herpes scratching my eyebrows.

I got out of bed and went to go investigate the commotion.

When i entered my love child's bedroom.

I squirted out my bunns

MY love child had broken the prongs from his crib and rectally inserted into his anus.

He looked at me with his red eyes and said in a low growl.

"I WILL EAT YOU'RE ASS MILK"

I smiled knowing it was just the autism

I picked him up without removing the stick from his anus.

I walked into the kitchen and sat him on the counter.

"you want some milk?

"I WILL DRINK YOU'RE HAIR!"

"Ok sweety" I calmy said to him.

He then proceded to stab him intestines with a small barbique spoon.

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes and said.

"Hello this is jamel from technical support how may i help you?" in a indian accent.

I Slammed his head into the counnter watching his eyes jarr and hear his tiny fingers break.

He springs into the air lunging for my throught. I quickly grab a fying pan from the stove and Smack his bitch ass across the room into the flatscreen. I ran over to his squirming body and threw him tnto the kitchen.

I ran to my love.

I picked him up and shoved him head first into the garbage compacter.

The crunching of bones make me feel warm inside.