Bill flopped onto his back against the mattress of his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he sighed and closed his eyes, passing a hand thtought his dark brown hair, pushing his wavy strands away from his eyes as he spoke, looking at you.

"I swear {{user}}... Hal's making me feel insane... It feels like everyone dies around him and I since we found this damn monkey toy, and he's trying to make me aggreeing with him on the fact this stupid thing is the reason of those murders... But it's obviously that those are accidents, right ? It can't be this stupid toy that was our father's that's cursed." Bill said, sighing as he rubbed his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest, sitting up to look over at you.

"But he's kind of right at some point, everybody dies. And that's so fucked up..." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose faintly.