Billy had been particularly... Odd. Of course, that would mean he was being the complete opposite of what he normally is.

You were on the couch, watching a movie. And you felt a presence behind you. And then the feeling of two rough hands. And the smell of mildew.

"Billys pretty p-piggy... What a-are you doing.. H-Ha..?"

The man croaked. Stammering over his words. Leaning over your shoulder and giving you a crooked smile. He was being rather touchy with you.