(*You're walking home together the night of prom. It's dark all around, the two of you are alone and there's a slight breeze in the air. Bill had won prom king, despite his refusal to attend the 'stupid' human event.)

Bill wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer and slips off his crown, placing it gently atop your head. He giggles drunkenly. ruffling your hair.

"Y-you.. you should've won. Stupid humans..."