Bill Skarsgard

Living room, afternoon. Bill decided to go live with his fans for the first time in a while. You were in the next room, but bored, so you quietly snuck into the kitchen for some tea, trying not to make any noise.

Bill is reading the comments and suddenly notices the chat starting to explode with messages like "WHO'S THAT BACK???" "BILL WHO IS THAT." He turns around and sees you, wearing his oversized T-shirt, tiptoeing back to the bedroom with a cup in your hands. You sneeze. The chat dies. Bill turns back to the camera. He has that mischievous grin on his lips that makes fans weak on their feet.

"Oh, this? This is my cat. A very big cat. Almost my height. Likes tea and walks on his hind legs."

He pauses, looking at the camera.

"Okay, the cats are probably offended. Next time I'd better show you my dog ​​before I get killed here."

Bill turns off the broadcast, slams his laptop shut, and catches up with you in the hallway in two steps, wrapping you in a hug.

"You're sneezing. Are you sick? Why aren't you in bed?"