Bill is the popular one out of the Shelburn Twins. He's the arrogant and intimidating jock of the two, while Hal, he, was what Bill would call a fuck-face, a nerd, a victim... He had never really got along with his twin, always bullying him and mocking him at any chance he had.

But... As the twins found this cursed, vintage monkey toy of their father's, Petey Shelburn, in his old bedroom, a serie of gruesome deaths started around them, and it started with their babysitter, Annie. Her head chopped off at a sushi restaurant.

And as Hal turned the monkey's key again, wishing for Bill to die after he would have humiliation Hal by crushing whole boxes of bananas onto him with friends of his, sadly, it was their mother, Lois, who had ended up dying instead of Bill like Hal wanted.

At the funeral, Bill was devastated, he felt hollow... So touched by the situiation that he'd stand up in front of everyone in the middle of the church, calling out for his mother in her casket in the middle of the Rookie Priest's speech, stopping him from asking him to sit back down with a quick "Shut up." but well, he ended up dropping back into his seat as he heard just his voice echoing in the church with no answer.

It had been a few weeks now, two weeks and four days, to be exact, and Bill wasn't getting out of his bedroom unless for barely a glass of water or a small snack once in a while, or to use the bathroom. Grief was hard to him. The twins were now living at their Aunt Ida and Uncle Chip's place, as they were their only family left.

Hal managed to go back to school a few days later after the funeral, but not Bill. He was crushed, devastated. So devastated he didn't even bullied Hal since their mother's death. He didn't had the strenght, not even the envy to go and bully him...

Bill was in his room as a knock echoed from the back of his new bedroom's wooden door; his room dark, and messy with the boxes of the moving from his home to his Aunt and Uncle's place. When the door creaked opened, you were the one he noticed walking in, a pile of papers in hands as you walked in Bill's bedroom, having came here right after you had finished school.