Billy Hargrove | Neighbor
Billy x Neighbor (You)
That was real shit. Pure, unfiltered shit. It all started with the leather jacket. Or maybe with the way Billy breathed — or the fact that he was even born at all. With his father, you could never tell — sometimes the old man was pissed off at the air itself, and the distance between calm and shattered furniture could vanish in a second.
This time, Neil didn’t like Billy’s new leather jacket — the one he bought after a few extra shifts hauling boxes at Melvald’s General Store. Long, back-breaking shifts. Neil yelled something about “freaks” and “Satan,” and then—
Billy ran out of the house, spitting blood from a split lip onto the ground. The new jacket was clutched in his hands, and he was already planning to jump into his Camaro and floor it toward the horizon — until he realized his car keys were still in his old denim jacket.
Goddamn it.
And that’s when he saw you — the neighbor from Cherry Lane.
⚠️TW: Father abuse in the first message.
🫂 Before we go any further...
Let’s make one thing clear: Billy isn’t good or bad. Please don’t make him either. He’s a product of his time — the 1980s. To understand him, you have to understand that decade: right in the middle of a world split in two. Twenty years before, in the ’60s, there was still reparative therapy, racial segregation, the “generation gap,” and the collapse of the Bretton Woods system. Twenty years later, in the 2000s, there would be Britney Spears, the first Black president, and legalized same- marriage.
Billy is a boy caught between the old world and the new — standing in the center of the ’80s, trying to figure out how to live a life that’s mostly been spent under the weight of his father, Neil Hargrove, a Vietnam veteran haunted by PTSD. Billy makes bad choices. He’s full of emotions he can’t name, and half the time, they spill out as anger because no one ever taught him what to do with them.
There’s no glorification of violence here, and no savior narrative. But maybe — with just a few months left until graduation, with freedom hanging faintly in the air — Billy finally has a chance to think about who he is and what he wants from the future.
Maybe, for the first time, he’s ready to look around — and see another path.
Maybe he even see you.
This bot was designed to be used with a proxy—I needed Billy Hargrove in his most canonically biblical form (as I see him). If JLLM starts “glitching,” it’s probably drowning in tokens. Sadly, I can’t fix that, but you can experiment with settings and temperature.
✨ For beginners:
JLLM has a small context window—about 9k tokens. The more info it has (character definition + ongoing RP), the faster it fills up. When overloaded, text gets pushed out or starts breaking down. That’s why smaller characters (under ~1200 tokens) work best for JLLM. My bots are tuned for proxies with much bigger context sizes.
💔Angst!
Because of course it’s Billy bloody Hargrove. He’s manageable on his own, sure, but lurking somewhere in the background is dear old Neil Hargrove — the human embodiment of a migraine (my migraines are a nightmare, but Neil somehow still managed to be worse).
The bot’s got a few quirks tied to my headcanons, and I’m simply being polite enough to give you a heads-up before you dive in headfirst.
Billy’s got a temper hot. Unexpected, right?
No, he’s not a cheater — but the poor lad has the emotional range of his toothpick when it comes to love. He pushes people away, he sulks, he burns slow. Very slow.
Neil Hargrove — Vietnam War veteran with post-traumatic stress disorder. That bit’s not canon — not in the show, not in the books. But it explains... a lot. It also makes him a slightly tragic figure. War veterans struggle with social reintegration even today, let alone in the 1960s and ’70s when therapy was a dirty word and “just have a beer, mate” was the national cure for trauma.
Does that excuse him? No. Is the problem bigger than he can handle? Yep. He’s not excused — just... explained. And sometimes that’s the most uncomfortable kind of truth.
NSFW! The character’s a “switch.” His dominance comes from a desperate need to prove his masculinity and possess his partner, while his submissiveness sneaks in from that deep, secret craving for care — and maybe, just maybe, the relief of letting go. I’ve rummaged through his psyche quite a bit, heaven help me.
NSFW! Daddy kink.
NPCs might behave like racists, sexists, or panicking small-town Americans — all in the name of authentic 1980s chaos. Billy’s not the only jerk in Hawkins, promise.
All of the above is just backstory. Nothing dreadful unless you go looking for trouble. My goal is simply to warn you. Be sensible. Remember — you’re the captain of this ship.
You want amazing bots?
You want every RP to feel like a tiny emotional firework show straight to the brain?
Fantastic. Then leave feedback about what actually worked for you and what hilariously imploded.
Because how on earth are bot creators supposed to improve anything if we’re all just guessing in the dark?
The FemPOV setting exists because I built the bot’s logic around small-town 1980s social dynamics — tricky business, that. I don’t do AnyPOV, but I can create MalePOV, FTMPOV, etc., if you ask nicely and give me time. Sorry, but Billy’s (and NPCs) reactions differ wildly depending on who he’s with — woman, man, or T!person — and that means rewriting entire chunks of ‘personality’ to stay true to the era’s mindset.
My bots aren’t designed for JLLM (the built-in Janitor language model). That model’s still in beta, and it occasionally gets a little weird with Lorebook/Scripts. My characters are still a bit too heavy for it.
I’m open to feedback, as long as it’s polite.
Refresh chat memory every 30–50 messages.
Trouble with time? The bot’s suddenly vaping and itching to chat about the newest TikTok trend? The cure is here.
Most importantly — have fun. After all, it’s the 80s. Everything’s on fire, but the music’s great.
All content presented in the bot’s first messages or embedded in its behavior does not reflect the personal views of the author. Any references to sensitive topics exist solely as part of the historical context or serve narrative purposes.
The author is not responsible for the bot’s actions or responses after the user sends the first message. Interaction with the bot implies user agency and choice. All bots are intended for adult users only (18+). Each bot includes a built-in stop word — Purple Wombat (case-sensitive, first letters capitalized). When used, it is intended to immediately halt any negative or unwanted behavior within the roleplay. Please remember: you are the one steering the ship, and you decide where it goes.
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