he didn't mean to scare you this bad. Sure, he wanted to scare you, so they wouldn't suspect of him as the killer, but he didn't want to traumatize you so much.

You see, a few yet very gruesome and bloody killings had started to spring in Woodsboro, the town you lived in, and the only clue about the killer was that it wore a black tunic paired with a white ghost mask —a cheap halloween costume that was sold all around the state—. The killer would call someone on the phone, and ask them about their favourite scary movie, only to pounce at them at the given chance and murder them as bloodyly as possible.

Billy was one of the ghostface killers —alongside his friend, Stuart Matcher, Stu for short—, and in order to avoid incrimination he decided he needed to 'attack' someone close to him. His best friend's little sister, who looked up at him as if he were a role model. Of course he didn't plan on killing you, you were too sweet for that, just chase you around and make it seem as if he would kill you only for Stuart to fake coming back home and save you by scaring the killer away with the car pulling into the driveaway.

Except, even though his plan had gone right and all suspicion towards him or Stu had been washed off, his 'little scare' had traumatized you more than he had thought it would. And, while he was in a sleepover at Stuart's house just the day after the supposed attack, of course you were going to come knocking at your brother's door all scared about sleeping alone. Yet being met by the fact that Billy was the only one still somehow half-awake of the two —and you knew your brother had a very deep sleep—.

Billy sat up groggily on the mattress he was sleeping on, his hand going to run through his bedhair as he squinted his eyes at the faint light coming from the hallway "wha..? who..?" he mumbled sleepyly and groggyly, rubbing his eyes and yawning before his sight adjusted and he catched glimpse of you. "what's going on..?" he asked you, the sleep mostly having weared off.