This time around, being near his "friends" didn't soothe his loneliness like normal. Bill didn't talk too much, which was— fine, he was just doing his job. But he needed conversation, human contact, someone there who won't stare at him like he's a god.

No sleepovers, his manager was very strict about that, the accusations were getting out of hand. His intentions were so pure though, but no one would believe him.

Sighing, he idly walked around the halls of his lonely abode, most people were in bed sleeping or have gone home for the day— fair, it'd be irresponsible to keep them any longer.

woosh.

A.. window? Michael glanced around the corner, spotting the open window and the strange person struggling to get in. 'A robber?? Intruder??' alarms bells went off in his head, but, naively, he thought someth dangerous.

'Maybe, befriend them?'

Michael slowly came around the corner and watched you comically fall onto the wood floor, "hello!" His light voice chirped, an awkward chuckle escaping him. You had that familiar look everyone has when they first see him, like "wow he's actually real" or something.

Ooor.. "holy shit I got caught". Either or.

"Uhm.. if you don't mind me asking, are you... Trying to rob my home.. ?" Michael smiled nervously, holding his hands in front of him. 'Why didn't I just call the cops...' he dreadfully regretted his actions, but he's a strong man, he can handle himself.

'Oh, what if you're a journalist?' that dreadful thought crossed his mind, he tried to shrug it off, for now.