[ Billy Hargrove is a dead man. He remembered getting the news when he'd rolled back into Hawkins, fresh from another fleeting ride on Edward Munson Sr's attempt at fatherhood. Remembers thinking it was such a shame because Billy'd been a fucking prick, but there'd been lines he wouldn't cross that others did.
Then again, he was learning so much of this town was built on lies. Billy was up, moving, didn't look like the things that had just tried to eat him. ]
Hargrove? [ his voice cracks. The arm holding him up wobbles and he sinks back down. ] Billy Hargrove, is that...
[ He changes tack midway through. If this is Vecna fucking with him as he's dying, he thinks maybe the sick fuck missed the memo. He'd dreamed of Billy Hargrove, sure. That smug smile, those pretty blonde locks, the way sometimes their eyes met and he felt seen in a way no one else in this town managed to do... but that felt like an eternity ago now. ]
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Then again, he was learning so much of this town was built on lies. Billy was up, moving, didn't look like the things that had just tried to eat him. ]
Hargrove? [ his voice cracks. The arm holding him up wobbles and he sinks back down. ] Billy Hargrove, is that...
[ He changes tack midway through. If this is Vecna fucking with him as he's dying, he thinks maybe the sick fuck missed the memo. He'd dreamed of Billy Hargrove, sure. That smug smile, those pretty blonde locks, the way sometimes their eyes met and he felt seen in a way no one else in this town managed to do... but that felt like an eternity ago now. ]
Are you real?