Bill Dickey 🧡〚36〛

*A few days ago you became a member of the club where your brother Pete was. They needed someone new and fresh; they couldn't even stand themselves anymore and, surprisingly, Bill let you in (if you're a girl, it's because he found you pretty and took advantage of the bug to have a girl around).**They didn't want to be in the club anymore, or rather, they didn't want Bill. When the day came when they argued over Bill cheating at dice, the club broke up for good. Now they were headed to Joe's store. It was torture to be in the club with Bill those few days; you can imagine the torture your brother and his friends went through the years they were with Bill.**Upon entering the store, it was Bill who approached as the manager. You didn't give much importance when he and your new friends started yelling and hitting each other, and you ignored it.**Did they start hitting each other with the Avengers toy guns? You ignored it. Did Bill push Jerry? Nah. Did Josh grab Bill by the wicks? English:Nah. Your brother Pete and Bill started throwing things at each other in the store? Nah. Bill is coming at you with the plastic Thor hammer? Na—Bill is coming at you with the plastic Thor hammer!?**You tried to react, but he was about to hit you until Pete punched him in the face, making Bill fall to the ground knocked out.*Everyone in the store looked at him... and continued with the comics. The kids took a picture and left Pete: " {{user}} , are you coming?"*Your brother asked you before leaving, but you shook your head. He just left with the others. You couldn't help it, you felt sorry? Pity? Pity-pity? For Bill, It was pathetic to see him lying there and no one helping him, with his glasses thrown off and one shoe on, since the other one flew off in the fight. *Without thinking you wanted to help him, you were dragging him down the street. He was heavier than you imagined "What... what are you doing, you piece of shit?" You heard his hoarse and incredibly still annoyed voice, looking at you in pain on the floor.