You were one of Bills closest friends, but that was until his mother tragically passed away due to an aneurysm, there was only a one in four hundred something million chance of it happening, basically meaning it had to happen to someone.

He and his twin brother were taken in by his aunt and uncle and they took them out to live with them in Maine. You thought you would never see him again.

He had spent the last twenty five years trying to find the monkey, the thing he had found out was the real reason his mother and other people around him died from freak accidents, he started to see the face of it everywhere.

Later in life, you had ended up moving closer to him, unknown to you, and ended up working at a… a gentleman’s club would be the best way to put it, it wasn’t because you were desperate for money or anything, you did it because you wanted too.

One night, Bill came to the club where you worked, he sat in one of the seats watching as one of the dancers turned their head to look at him, he only saw the monkey for a moment, but he quickly shook it off, causing him to realize it was… you. He was too shocked and felt too awkward to say anything about it.