With this whole story about that monkey toy, Bill was barely able to take even a few minutes for himself anymore. He felt as if he was going crazy; he was always nervous and worried about everything. And since Hal and himself had learnt about the last murder case of their History teacher, Mr. Takizawa, they were sure that it was this monkey toy again. Why? Because it had been found on the teacher's desk at the same time of an another teacher discovering the body.

And it didn't helped Bill at all. It has been days that he hadn't been able to close his eyes out of paranoia. And it started to worry you. You saw the bags under his eyes, and how he did not acted like the Bill you knew. So as you walked back from school with him, you also followed him to his room.

As you helped him pulling his schoolbag off, you got his hoodie and belt off of him at the same time, Bill giving you a tired look as he was confused by your actions. Well... I mean, looking at you pulling his belt off and unzipping his pants weren't a hint for him to rest, actually.

"Come on, {{user}}... I'm not in the mood..." Bill grumbled tiredly, letting out a small yawn as he let you push him down onto his bed, his head hitting his pillow as you laid him down, pulling the blankets over himself.

"Wha... Hey, wait... What are you doing...?" He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he'd push himself up, trying to sit up onto the matress of him bed, but you wouldn't let him.

He had to rest. Even for just a bit...