#Billy:Nancy

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Billy looked over at his mom, still struggling to understand where exactly he stood with her. "Any updates? Y'know…about Sam? You said you'd find a way to fix it." his gaze was fixed on her, waiting, but he shifted uncomfortably, wincing as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "And…what am I supposed to do when I get out of here? Anything more than a couple steps and I'm on the ground again." he hated saying it out loud, but, things felt different around her at the moment. Like he could. "What if he comes looking for me?"

@fcrafcrtnight

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"That's the thing, though. Isn't it? She's not doing anything to me and by the time she's brave enough to try, it'll already be too late. You think I don't think, but, I do. I just don't shout about it like you do. I don't have to prove myself to anybody. Especially, not you." He could see her getting angry and he wanted to get angry back, but, he was so frustrated that it was borderline exhausting. It felt better to just not care at all. She wasn't his real problem. She was just another hurdle on his path that he'd jump when he was ready. Not a problem, just something to deal with. "He raised his son, right up until he died. Where were you, huh? Thinking only of yourself. Because that's all you ever do."

"SO YOU'RE FINE WITH HER DOING WHATEVER SHE WANTS TO YOU? YOU'RE FINE WITH HER MAKING A FOOL OUT OF YOU?" nancy shook her head and no, it wasn't anything out of amusement. in fact, she was angry and no, she didn't see that being different anytime soon. she clenched her hands into fists, shaking her head. "and you're being an insufferable actual brat!" scoffing. "apologising? when he was the one that did what was wrong?" @springbandit

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first thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'cause when it comes to being born lucky... you won the friggin' lottery. (Billy & Nancy)

Billy turned his head slightly towards his mother, eyes squinting in a mix of pain and frustration. "Lucky? You really think - this - is luck?" his breathing was ragged, and he winced, but he kept looking at her, the anger slipping through the cracks in his voice. "You walked out...left me to deal with everything. And now you wanna talk about luck?" He coughed, his hand wet and trembling as it pressed against his dress shirt. "Maybe...Maybe I was just looking for something else. A real mom. But, I guess that's too much to ask." He trailed off, quieter, the bitterness still there, but clearly struggling to mask just how vulnerable he felt in that moment.

@fcrafcrtnight

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‘  don’t do anything stupid until i get back.  ’ (Billy & Nancy)

"Mom, I-" Billy cut himself off, pausing for a moment. She implied she was coming back. This was progress. Would acting differently jeopardize things? Maybe he'd been making the right moves this whole time without even knowing. The more he thought about it, he had gotten some of what he wanted. His mom was back with him. He bowed his head, hiding under his hair. "Look. Can you just-...Sit down a minute. Alright?"

@fcrafcrtnight

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“What are you even supposed to be?” (Billy & Nancy)

Billy looked at his mother, eyes narrowing with bitterness as he curled up on the couch, dressing his wounds. "I'm exactly what you made me, Mom." His voice was slow, deliberate. His gaze returned to his bandages. "A nightmare wrapped in a pretty face. Isn't that what you always wanted? I mean, years of neglect doesn't exactly produce well rounded children." His tone was sharp, unforgiving. "Oh, were you expecting something different? Maybe a zombie with all these bandages? But, no. Despite everything. It's still just me. Your son, remember him?" @fcrafcrtnight

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❝ you cry yourself to sleep in deep despair. ❞ (Billy & Nancy)

Billy's jaw clenched at her words, his eyes almost glazing over from how intently he was glaring at her. The accusation hit closer than he'd ever admit, but there was no way in hell he'd let her, or anyone, know that. "You think you know me that well?" His voice was low, cautious. "You've got no idea what I do or don't feel. So, don't stand there pretending like you care." He leaned back, his upper lip curling. "If you're hoping for some kind of breakdown, you're wasting your time." He sniffed, looking away briefly, jaw still tight as he tried to force down the discomfort that her words had stirred up within him.

@fcrafcrtnight

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(Billy & Nancy)

Billy sat at the kitchen table, slumped over and barely breathing as he tried to ignore the relentless fussing from his mother. Her fingers felt like flames and even her breath on his skin was grating on his nerves. He shifted his body, resisting the urge to swat her away altogether. "I don't need this from you." He grumbled, the annoyance in his voice poorly concealed. The attention he'd once craved more than anything, now felt invasive. A reminder of his current resentment. "You're not helping, you know. You're just making everything worse, as always." He whined, biting back the pang of guilt that followed his harsh words. @fcrafcrtnight

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"Son, you’ve done a murder. comparatively speaking, this will be a piece of cake." (Nancy & Billy)

Billy pulled away from her, wanting his own space. He'd never gotten used to people wanting to just be near him physically, for whatever reason. He could look past it with Stu, but, only because he considered him to know no better, like a loyal pet. "You really don't get it, do you? What kind of bitch just abandons her own son and still thinks she gets to be all high and mighty about how he turned out. As if it isn't entirely your fault." He folded his arms, hugging himself defensively. "I'm not doing it. I don't care how much it would make you feel better."

@forafcrtnight

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Billy's fists tightened as he heard his mother's voice, freezing in place. He turned slowly, eyes first and then the rest of him. "Mom..." He wasn't sure how he felt about her being here, but, he didn't want to miss any opportunity to be with her either. All the anger he carried was once love, and seeing her again after all this time was the most painful reminder of all. "Fine. But, it's my birthday, so, if I say you have to stop talking, you better do it." He warned, though inwardly berated himself for sounding so childish. "You didn't come empty handed, did you?"

@daydrcamerss

nancy raised a brow as she watched the interaction between billy and another party goer. she knew she shouldn't be here. that her son probably wanted nothing to do with her but... she couldn't stay away. not again. "billy! darling, how about you come with me? i... i would really love another chance to talk to you, if you'll allow it." nancy mused as she approached with a nervous smile. "i know i can't make up for everything but... i would like to try." to perhaps stop billy from being violent again. @springbandit

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"See, here you go again with this Sidney Prescott shit. It's old, alright? It's tired and it's boring." Sidney was a pain in his ass, sure. But, she wasn't his current priority. Matter of fact, he'd taken mercy on her in the few times they'd ran into each other since arriving in London. "You're being stupid." He had plans of his own, but, he didn't want to share them with her. He couldn't trust her not to ruin them with her overzealous behaviour. "I don't need your help, or whatever sad old bastard you're wasting your time on. You should be apologising to dad. Can't you do anything right? This is exactly why you're not involved. You can't do anything."

"OUR ENEMIES, DEAR. OR DO YOU THINK THAT SIDNEY PRESCOTT AND HER LITTLE FRIENDS ARE GOING TO REST EASY, WHILE THEY'RE KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE AND BREATHING? YOU'RE FOOLING YOURSELF. I TAUGHT YOU BETTER." was there disappointment in her voice for a second there? perhaps so and she was hoping that he heard it. she too could be smug every now and then, right? "perhaps i'm not. perhaps i have resources now that could help the both of us. who knows? then again.. what kind of proof is it that you may need?" @springbandit

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Billy's gaze lingered on his blanket, fingers curling into the fabric as he processed what she was saying to him. The idea of Christina lying, of Sam being just another pawn in some twisted game she was playing with him. It unsettled him, but it made sense. She had promised to always be faithful and obedient to him, then out of nowhere, wouldn't even speak to him. It was upsetting, but, his mother's reassurance, the way she squeezed his shoulders, it made him feel a small sense of control again. He looked up at her, eyes wide with a mixture of desperation and tentative hope. "You really think you could find out?" he asked, "I don't want to waste any more time on lies...on people who'll just turn their backs." he looked away, features dropping, especially at the idea of Stu being bad for him. "Maybe, but, they're all I've got." He took a shaky breath, trying to figure out what to do next. "If you can find out the truth, maybe then we can focus on what really matters." he paused, looking at her. "I'll do whatever you think is best. I trust you."

@fcrafcrtnight

"PERHAPS THE GIRL DOESN'T KNOW. PERHAPS SHE BELIEVES HER MOTHER'S LIES. WHO KNOWS? but that woman.. she has never been trustworthy. something tells me that all that she wants is to make it so she has attention." she had never liked christina and yes, especially since the two of them had spent quite some time together in woodsboro, after billy had.. died. hadn't they? yes. and she hadn't liked the other for a second there, that was for sure. had she? no. "if you want, i can get to the bottom of it. find out the truth. what do you say?" squeezing his shoulders and right now, she found herself smiling at that. was there anything better than to have him trust her again? nancy didn't think so, no. "that's because they're bad influences for you. i'm here to help you SEE that." @springbandit

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Billy rolled his eyes, not even feeling her comment was worth him responding to in any capacity. It was just one of those things mothers said to try and get a rise out of you when they knew they had no real point of substance to make. Of course she thought he was acting like a child. He was her child. Her point was stupid in his eyes. "Our enemies? Last time I checked, they were your enemies. Only person who screwed me over back home was you. You let these people have too much power over you." He didn't care about the people of Woodsboro, they weren't his enemies, they were just a nuisance that would be dealt with if and when they tried to rise up against him. She'd been his priority, and now he had her back, he wasn't even sure what exactly he'd fought so hard for in the first place. "Well, I certainly don't hear you denying anything."

"YOU'RE ACTING LIK A CHILD, WILLIAM. I HOPE YOU DO KNOW THAT?" and two people could do that and right now, nancy found herself glancing at other with a raised eyebrow. he was her son and she loved him and would have gladly died for him again but right now? oh, she could say that she was angry. right? "you wouldn't do such a thing. you'd only be letting our enemies win. they want us divided and against one another. can't you see that much?" and if he did do that? the likes of prescott and what not would win and she wasn't about to let the case. would he? she hoped not. "watch it." @springbandit

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Billy's throat tightened at the idea of Sam not being his daughter. In a way, it would be one hell of a relief. He was only eighteen, he wasn't really interested in having to be parent, but, at the same time, he didn't want anyone else to have her, either. He'd expended too much time and energy into her now to just let her go. "I don't know..." he muttered, voice weak and hesitant, but he nodded slightly, as if he was trying to convince himself too. "You really think she'd do that? Why me, though? I mean..." his gaze dropped again, hands fidgeting, still wanting to keep his mother close by and stay in her good graces. "But, you're right, I'll get better. I'll be back on my feet soon.." He looked up, eyes wide, leaning into the need for his mother's comfort. "I just don't know what to do. I feel like everything's just falling apart...Sam, Christina, even Stu...I don't know what I'm doing wrong." He sighed, "You'll help though, right?"

@fcrafcrtnight

"THAT'S NOT VERY HELPFUL BUT ALAS.. PERHAPS WE CAN WORK WITH IT. I'LL GET ON TO LEARN THE MAN'S NAME. WE SHOULD KNOW WHAT KIND OF CRIMINAL IS WALKING AROUND OUR STREETS." and one that had dared to hurt her son and right now, she wasn't about to forgive or forget that anytime soon. was she? maybe she hadn't been here, but billy was family and always had been and this was.. different. if anything like that had happened? it was messing with one of their own and so.. no. "listen. that girl is probably not even your child. lord knows that christina did lie with every teeth in her mouth. you don't have any responsibility towards her at all, yes? now.. now, we need to focus on making things better for you. ON HEALING ALL THIS." @springbandit

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"I'm not alone." He all but shoved his words out and over hers, feeling a great urge to both correct her and shut her up at the same time. "Even if I was, I wouldn't care." Things were getting as childish as they were complicated. He didn't want to start dropping Christina's name into things, he wasn't even sure he actually cared all that much about her at all, but, it would definitely prove his mom wrong. But, at the same time, it would lead to them sniffing around one another and potentially conspiring behind his back. He couldn't handle the idea of not being in control of the narrative. "I don't care about anybody. What do I have to do to prove that to you? Butcher my own mother?" He wasn't going to do that. Not yet. He was still too weak. But, if he had to, he'd consider it. "You're not alone?" He smirked, "What poor bastard are you whoring yourself out to now, huh?"

"AND SO, HERE WE ARE. YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN WHAT HE DID AND SAID OR WHAT I DID AND SAID AND YET, WITHOUT EITHER OF US, IT SEEMS AS IF YOU ARE ALONE. WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US?" perhaps that was a sharp thing to ask and perhaps he himself didn't have an answer to something like that but it wasn't one that she'd let slip by. where was this going? nancy had no answer to that, except for the fact that she was torn between her desire for revenge and between wanting to help her son. wasn't she? "you care about him. it's weakness. it's stupidity. he doesn't deserve it," she shook her head. "oh, my son. i am not alone and yet, i choose to be here and attempt to help you to make things right. you can't do it alone. hope you know that?" @springbandit

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Billy's entire body tensed at her words, striking at the very core of his deep-seated insecurities. His mother, the one person he had seemingly cared about more than anyone, was now throwing his love back in his face. His breathing hitched, and for a split second, a flicker of pain flashed in his eyes before it was swallowed up by a seething rage. "I wasn't worth coming back to?" he spat, his voice threatening to crack. "You think I needed you back? We were all better off without you!" His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, fighting for its life to hold back the floodgates of his agony. "You ruined our lives because you're a selfish, cowardly bitch, and you know it! You don't get to put that on me." His breathing was heavy. "You don't deserve anything. You're nothing, just like you were when you died. So, get the hell out. You're not wanted here, and you sure as hell aren't needed. Not then, not now, not ever." He took a few steps back, trying to encourage her to leave of her own accord, knowing if he resorted to violence, he might not be able to stop himself.

"NO. I DIED FOR YOU. I RUINED MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT." that had pushed it. in so many ways, that had pushed it and she did not believe that would be changing anytime soon. of course not. she was seeing red and right now, questioning absolutely everything that had lead her to making the decision of dying for her son. no. this wasn't going to happen. "and then me, your mother, so you weren't that special," she basically snarled, shaking her head. "perhaps you weren't worth coming back to. i know it, your father knew it, sidney knew it, stu knew it - the whole damn world knows it. you are not worth anything." @springbandit

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"I haven't forgotten what he did." His answer was blunt and not really held in any particular emotion. Just one of stating fact. "Haven't forgotten what you did either. Or what you said." He didn't care if she'd said what she had in the throes of emotion. He wasn't forgetting it anytime soon. And he wasn't going to let her forget it either. "I just need him around. All there is to it." He looked over at her, brows furrowing for a moment as she claimed those stumbled words were supposedly some form of apology after all. Despite them lacking the obvious words that would define them as being so. "Yeah, well. Whatever, right? Who cares. You're probably only bothering with me because you've realised you're completely alone. That's what happens when you walk out on people."

"AND THEN, HE BETRAYS YOU ALL THE SAME, SO.. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK OF THAT, HM? HE'S NOT YOUR FRIEND. NEVER HAS BEEN, NEVER WILL BE. THAT MUCH I KNOW, WILLIAM." crossing her arms over her chest quite stubbornly, seeing as she knew that to be the case. didn't she? oh, absolutely so, that was for sure. "then i want to get to know you again," couldn't he see that was the most frustrating part of it all? she did. "... it was an apology. i may have treated you harshly. more than that, perhaps." @springbandit