#namedbear

never one to leave a fellow oddball behind, as soon as billy had spotted the lost boy, wandering in the woods adjoining his house, a turquoise gloved hand was held out silently to accompany him and lead him towards the warmth.  with little more than a softly spoken,  “come with me -- it’ll be warmer. ” it isn’t until they’ve walked a few more feet and the house is in sight, his wig threatening to become tangled in each branch the pass, that he asks -  “ how did you get here?  no one is around at this time of night.  when we’re inside you can call someone if you like? ” 

curious eyes peer back at the stranger over his shoulder as they walk, “you’ll have to be quiet, my father will kill me if he hears.”  then, finally,  “oh.  i’m billy - billy bloom. a pleasure.” and the bright smile for which the boy used to be known. one that had not been seen for a fair few months now. 

▷     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊    :     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑   @namedbear​

        her whole face turns red, mouth a small o & eyes wide. a small smile tugs at one corner of her lips, but her expression leans toward surprise. annette doesn’t know what to do with this, heartbeat fluttering & face burning. “oh -- o-oh. hello. um ... ah --” she adjusts her glasses, otherwise stationary. “oh.”

      “——is everything all right? you having car troubles or somethin’?” Adam asked as he hopped off his bike and walked over to the stranger next to his truck. 

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she'd seen it, watched it happen while she was at school. its not as if she knew the building, just knew that she saw bear going into it. that had been enough. she'd sprinted out in the middle of a lecture, ran home only to find the closet empty. dashed to the gas station despite knowing he wasn’t working today. she'd tried to stop him before he got there, knew something was wrong, but she hadn’t managed. so of course she found the place, made it her mission to make sure he wasn't alone.

but it started the minute she walked in the door. old abandoned lab changing before her eyes into a modern looking lab, people walking around as if it were normal. but she'd felt the undertones, felt the fear and the pain. it had her frozen in place, no idea how long she was watching the world around her seem to twist and change constantly until she hears his voice. parts of the images remain, but mostly its back to the broken down lab. at least she hadnt had to search for him, he'd found her.

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bear had become like her rock ever since prom. he’d been the first - and only - person to really truly believe her, never questioning what she saw at all. he’d been so genuine, so sure that she saw what she said she did. and maybe sue had clung to that fact a little too much, had tried her absolute hardest to keep him around just to make herself feel better, but it wasn’t as if he’d been complaining. things were going good.

but then they were in danger. some guys had come at them, more specifically at bear. it was clearly violent, she’d been expecting him to defend himself, but she hadn’t been expecting that. the moment it happens she freezes, mind immediately going back to carrie. to prom. to tommy. chris. norma. billy. ms gardner. mr stevens. everyone. 

the sound of humming carries over the soft crashes of the waves on the shore. billy has always adored the ocean at night, the reflections of the stars on the water, the peace and quiet. he allows himself to simply float, free and relaxed as he allows himself to be carried by the movement of the ocean. his musical humming continues, turning to whistling as he rests his elbows above the water onto the nearby docks where he sees somebody approaching. 

     “i wasn’t expecting company so late. are you lost, handsome?” 

pink shimmer on his eyelids sparkles and refracts the moonlight as he flutters his lashes, a shy, almost bashful smile aimed at the stranger as he tips his head curiously. humans, he thinks to himself, such beautiful and funny creatures. billy rests his head in his hands, cupping his own cheeks as he awaits an answer.