Call Night Funkin Boy

This game makes me malnourished

This game…. This game…. Makes me so happy. This game is my comfort game for all of eternity. Every time I get yelled at or bullied at school, friday nigjt funkin boyfriend is always there to comfort me. I feel…. So happy!!! Like undesribably happy!!!!! I have him my adress and social security number, so hoepfulky he shows up soon!!!!!!!! I love boyfriend, my true love. Please download this game, it will change your life. Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend….. how i love you. Anyways I need granny from granny romanticalky

You can’t chose what you want to say and it’s sooooooooooooo boring do not buy it’s a waste of time

this game made me sleep in a wet bed

omg this sexy man with blue hair called me and showed me his pickle to tickle and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over and i bent over

When the friday night funkin boy came back they were visibly exhausted and shaken, and stained red with spattered blood The birth had killed my friday night funkin boy but the child had survived I went into a room and saw the friday night dunkin boy I wasn’t allowed to hold it but I stood and looked at it through a haze of confusion and contempt I took the friday night funkin boy home and cared for it Over time it began to crawl and then walk; over time it grew teeth and bit me I sat and watched him break every toy that I gave him to play with I picked up the cat dead after he threw it down the stairs and broke its neck I watched him and felt the resentment grow, seeing what was left in place of my friday might funkin boy He was a thing as far removed from humanity as the most vile beast as a sense of my hatred, wishing death upon the others The day came when I no longer was willing to accept him I approached him sleeping in his bed and put a pillow over his face There was no sadness in this As he started to struggle for air I saw a flash of something and felt a warm stinging pain in my chest I let go of the pillow and saw the knife in my stomach The blood spilled across the floor and I dropped to my knees Then he came to finish me with the knife in his hand and murder in his eyes

This game is very inspiring and has changed my life in many different ways (HES IN MY HOUSE HELP)

i cried

my hands are guns

Quality is about the same as a ps1 on crack