[ as stiles' texts come through and start to bump each other up the screen, billy glances back and forth between frogger, still next to him, and his phone. all of it sounds kind of urban legend-y, like saying bloody mary into a mirror three times, or la llorona - but those stories still kind of creepy billy out, and the more he stays there, crouched next to the stuffed alpaca with it's black, beady little eyes, the more he just wants to pick it up and put it outside his bedroom door.
he opts for getting up and padding back to his bed instead. ]
'a bunch of other things', like taking a selfie with the doll? i definitely haven't done anything with a bathtub or salt or a nametag. i don't even have a nametag.
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he opts for getting up and padding back to his bed instead. ]
'a bunch of other things', like taking a selfie with the doll?
i definitely haven't done anything with a bathtub or salt or a nametag.
i don't even have a nametag.