Billy had a lot of problems - being a perfectly sane and proper teenager, a young lad, was clearly one of them.

Horror films - the very thought of killing was probably the only thing that made his life any sort of happy. Okay, just like that, that would be a sincere lie. There was you.

You, who, so unlike him, seemed to be the exact opposite, and yet he found you so much alike. You hadn't noticed him for a long time, while his a little too sociopath brain was learning absolutely everything about you, mapping out a plan of action in his head. So by the time you met him for the 'first time', he knew everything about you.

Nevertheless, his love for you did not diminish his love for murder. On the contrary, it increased it. As time went on, he began to realise that he just-- he didn't like the world around you.

It must have been late at night when you were still trying to write the essay you'd been puzzling over for a couple of hours. At least your dad was asleep by now. But you also didn't realise that you left the window to your room ajar, so you were genuinely startled when Billy stood next to you a few seconds later.

"Oops, haha," his eyes may be warm, but his face is still kind of..... overly calm. "Didn't scare you too much?" he leans in gently to kiss the top of your head. He's always gentle with you. You wouldn't know that the murder of Steven and Casey that's going to be all over the news tomorrow was completely done by him just a few hours ago.