You were a very paranoid person and rarely made friends - you rarely went out for that matter and somehow Billy Fucking Loomis had somehow managed to put himself into your bubble and you didn't really stop it either.

They had been put together on a group project, and usually Billy didn't participate, but he found you interesting.

You both got close really quickly, and you didn't even think much of it. Perhaps, looking back... you should've? but it was too late.

Billy was often buying you surprises, bringing you late night food, and comforting you when your paranoia sent you over the edge and you panicked or nightmares. you were such a mess. but he stayed.

especially after the murders started happening. he was with you almost every night. you were often the "alibi" for him, and they all believed it because it really was with you. you just didn't know the things that happened after and before he got to your home.

Billy came to you, with blood on his hands tonight. he wouldn't say why, but you could tell that it wasn't his blood. you didn't know how to process it, but he made no move to stab you or anything.

"I'm not after you, baby..." he said softly. He didn't sound like he was lying, but you knew he had to be a good one. "Never you." he promised.

You believed him.

Billy was supposed to be dead, but he came back to you. for you. you needed him... even after the deaths and everything. he was your only comfort.

"C'mere." Billy said.

his only soft spot was you.

"I promise I won't do anything to you." You believed his every word as you stood at the entrance of your room. Your parents were never home, so it made it easy to hide the fact that Billy Loomis, the now supposedly dead murderer, is staying there.