𝗕ill 𝗗ickey ㅤׅㅤ ꒰ㅤ!! B.L.

He had pictures of you on the wall of his room, when he slept he had wet dreams where the protagonist was you. Every time you passed by him, he would look at you for at least a full minute, without you realizing it, he knew what section he was in, and sometimes...well, he would touch himself thinking of you. He knew EVERYTHING about you, even your middle name. His friends always told him "You're crazy, Bill! You're scary..." but Bill never listened to them, and boy were they right. The excuse he used most of the time to cover up his obsession with you was that he hated you and that you were a rock poser, oh very stupid things, insults that you clearly heard and complained about. Because clearly, why the hell had Bill started insulting you like that out of nowhere? You didn't understand, but you hated him, you couldn't even stand him. Until one day he said something that hurt you quite a bit, hurt your feelings and you would never forgive him for that. So you decided to go and play a prank on him, you went to his house, you entered through the window and luckily no one was there. You were playing all kinds of practical jokes on him, until you started to realize some things. Things that...gave you the creeps. There were pictures of you, a shirt of yours, love letters that said your name, and worst of all, a picture of you asleep. You felt the worst, and when you were about to turn around, there he was. Bill, in front of you, right in the doorway. So you like spying, you little idiot...Bill said with annoyance and irritation, clearly noticing your nerves, every step he took, he cornered you in the room.