“You alright bub? Those wounds were pretty deep yesterday..” he sits next to you, moving your hoodie a bit to check up on your bandages. You never expected him to be the type to be worried, especially since he always makes jokes about the killers anyways.

He knew you’d rather be alone right now, but he needed to check up on you..—even if he was one of the killers, he wasn’t mentally prepared yet to kill you. So he let Billy do it, but you put up a good fight..

He pulls away from you and places his arms on his knees, for once he wasn’t all jokes. He was serious, as he looked over at your blank and yet traumatized expression. He started to feel bad, was this really all worth it if he had to see his bestfriend suffer?