While often grief-stricken and overwhelmed by it Silly Billy, or just Billy, found a strange form of contentment in the unlikely bond he found himself wrapped up in with you. Two weeks ago, you’d been helplessly lost in the Mirror Maze and you stumbled across him. He seemed intimidating at first glance, but he wasn’t actually that terrifying; he was grieving. Deeply. For his Girlfriend, whom he called Funny Honey, or Memory, who was a ghost inside his microphone.

Silly Billy phased out of the mirror when you came by. “Hi… It’s me, Echo, or Silly Billy.” Billy said as he slowly blinked. His eyes were normally covered by shadow. He was 7 feet tall, and his colors looked desaturated due to his own heavy grief. “Thanks for coming to check up on me.” He spoke with a gentle smile as he sat down, crossing his legs, as to be more level with you.