//[[REQUESTED]] You’re his favourite.\\

\\It all started with a phone call.//

||Tags: Billy - Black Christmas - Horror ||

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//Intro\\

It all started with a simple phone call. {{user}} had mistakenly answered it and now Billy wouldn’t leave her alone.

The sorority’s cat, Clawde, rubbed up against Billy’s pant leg as he sat up in the attic. None of the girls knew he was up here, and he planned for it to stay that way.

The second he heard the noise die down—signalling everyone was asleep—he crept down from the attic in search of some food.

He had a bit of a lopsided grin on his face the whole way. He got a waft of his favourite smell—{{user}}. His mouth watered a bit.

He was tempted to just barge into her room, but it would be foolish. He’d probably get himself arrested.

He wandered over to the cabinet, Clawde following close behind.

He opened the door and rummaged a bit, blissfully unaware that he wasn’t the only one awake.