Billy Hargrove (
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deerington2019-10-02 11:47 am
they say the devil will make work of idle hands; (OPEN)
Who: Billy Hargrove (& the mind-flayer)
driving + open and closed prompts
What: Billy comes back from home and a lot has changed.
When: Early October.
Where: The ocean surrounding Deerington in October + all around.
Content Warnings: Possession, body horror, discussion of death and trauma likely.
[ 1 - the return - ota ]
[ Throughout early October, Billy can be found in a panic, his breathing fast and heavy. He isn’t in good shape: he’s paler than normal and in some lights his skin has an almost gray undertone, and he’s covered in sweat like he’s sick.
Sometimes he’s crying, despite his efforts not to. Sometimes he’s grabbing his head and yelling out things like ‘stop, stop’ and ‘leave me alone’ (to no one, it seems). Sometimes, he gets desperate enough that he might ask for help, whether he knows who you are or not. ]
[ 2 - the mind flayer - ota ]
[ This wasn’t right, the mind-flayer thought. Why was it here? Where did the rest of it go? It had been separated from its comrades before but was always at least able to contact the rest of the hive-mind, now when it tried to reach out it found nothing but a great empty void.
It was alone. It wasn’t supposed to be alone.
At least this place was cold and dark - a small mercy, but mercy nonetheless. It was weaker here but when its fool host isolated himself for long enough it could win the constant internal battle for control of his body.
Billy - or rather, the mind-flayer - can be found standing waist-deep in the ice cold water, unnaturally still and staring up at the starless sky. ]
[ ooc note: Billy’s returning from a major canon update and is going to be a bit different than he was before. See my canon update details for some information on what’s changed and the physical and mental effects he’s currently going through.
Prompt #1 is for interaction with Billy, prompt #2 is if you want the mind-flayer. If you want a personalized starter you can reach me at
dandymott or #Velocett#7191 on Discord.]
What: Billy comes back from home and a lot has changed.
When: Early October.
Where: The ocean surrounding Deerington in October + all around.
Content Warnings: Possession, body horror, discussion of death and trauma likely.
[ 1 - the return - ota ]
[ Throughout early October, Billy can be found in a panic, his breathing fast and heavy. He isn’t in good shape: he’s paler than normal and in some lights his skin has an almost gray undertone, and he’s covered in sweat like he’s sick.
Sometimes he’s crying, despite his efforts not to. Sometimes he’s grabbing his head and yelling out things like ‘stop, stop’ and ‘leave me alone’ (to no one, it seems). Sometimes, he gets desperate enough that he might ask for help, whether he knows who you are or not. ]
[ 2 - the mind flayer - ota ]
[ This wasn’t right, the mind-flayer thought. Why was it here? Where did the rest of it go? It had been separated from its comrades before but was always at least able to contact the rest of the hive-mind, now when it tried to reach out it found nothing but a great empty void.
It was alone. It wasn’t supposed to be alone.
At least this place was cold and dark - a small mercy, but mercy nonetheless. It was weaker here but when its fool host isolated himself for long enough it could win the constant internal battle for control of his body.
Billy - or rather, the mind-flayer - can be found standing waist-deep in the ice cold water, unnaturally still and staring up at the starless sky. ]
[ ooc note: Billy’s returning from a major canon update and is going to be a bit different than he was before. See my canon update details for some information on what’s changed and the physical and mental effects he’s currently going through.
Prompt #1 is for interaction with Billy, prompt #2 is if you want the mind-flayer. If you want a personalized starter you can reach me at

fern;
can you come over?
something happened
it's bad
[ The entity that Billy was forced to share his body with seemed a good deal more malicious than Fern’s, but he might know what to do.
Or at least, he might not treat him like a freak. When Fern arrives he’ll find the door to Billy’s house unlocked and ajar. Billy is standing in the living room, his body covered in black veins like it was in the vision they once shared. ]
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ok
be right over
[A wiser person would ask for details first, but he has his swords and the kind of bullheadedness that comes with a teenager who runs straight into danger, so he simply heads out and over to Billy's place. When he approaches he forms a grass sword and, upon noticing the door is already ajar, pushes it open with his foot instead of busting in like a maniac.
Not that it matters. When he steps inside he finds there aren't any monsters, just Billy.
Just... Billy. Looking real messed up.]
Uhhh.
[He's extremely eloquent when it comes to eldritch body horror.]
You don't look so good.
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[ He's used so much of his energy trying to fight this thing off that he's almost completely exhausted. The only good news is that it's exhausted, too. ]
Remember that thing we saw? It got me. It's in me.
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What, seriously? That wasn't a hallucination?
[That's what he had been hoping for, because that thing was monstrous.]
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jack;
Back home, no one answered him. Here, he could only hope someone still would. Maybe the other presence inside of him had tainted his soul and made him unworthy, but he still had to try. ]
Jack? [ It’s hard for him to talk. He’s fighting hard for control, and it’s starting to become a losing battle. The more he fights, the more the black veins spread across his body like vines. He has to turn his vanity mirror around. He can’t stand to look at himself. ] Please, I need you. When you get here - if you get here - hold me down, okay?
[ Because he’s not sure how much longer he can still be himself, and he doesn’t want that thing on the loose. ]
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immediately, his hands go to billy's arms, pinning him down to the closest surface without question, though his eyes widen when he spots the black veins spidering through his body underneath his skin. ]
I'm here.
[ jack tells him in a quick, harsh murmur, one of his hands on billy's cheek, feeling the temperature of his skin, looking for the focus in his eyes. at no point does the pressure he has on billy's arms or shoulders let up, keeping him pinned there, in case billy's having a Deerington Moment. ]
Hey, Billy, I'm here, it'll be okay. [ jack repeats, ] Talk to me. What happened to you?
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Let me go! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! [ There's a sort of echo behind his voice, and while he's nowhere near as strong as Jack, he's definitely stronger than he used to be.
When he feels Jack's hand against his cheek, the rage gives way to fear. His limbs are still thrashing around, and he's still shouting obscenities, but his eyes are his own, tears welling up in them. ]
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will;
Did Will go home at the same time he did? Did he know what happened? Steve didn’t, and Billy doesn’t know if anyone will believe what he has to say. He swallows hard, hitting send on the message he was writing. It’s going to get out eventually, whether Billy’s the one to tell him or it tells them itself. ]
he’s back
inside of me now
i’m not fucking around
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but he knew it was back.
billy hasn't been at steve's house in a while (and will doesn't care, he doesn't, he doesn't feel a faint sense of loss at that empty chair at the table), but the second he bursts free from the cocoon, even though will isn't there, he knows. he feels it like a creeping, crawling thing on the back of his neck, like icy fingers down his spine.
he almost isn't surprised to see the message. his simple reply belies the fact that his stomach feels like it's in knots and he's shivering all over.]
where are you?
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if i'm alone it can't get anyone
[ A short-sighted plan: if he's alone it can use his isolation against him and take over without anyone noticing, and then leave the house and get whoever it wants.
Billy's never been a great planner, and now it's up to him to make sure a monster doesn't go on a murderous rampage. ]
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steve;
Didn’t see what he did.
He had no desire to explain his situation. It was best (for both of them, really) if he was on his own for now. As he was finding out, though, the more he was on his own the stronger the monster became.
It was one thing to accept help from Steve when he was his normal self and the only bad blood between them was a nasty fistfight. It was another thing entirely when he had a monster inside of him.
And when he was dead. That thought still sent a chill down his spine. He was dead, for real. This hellhole was all he had left. If he was sent back home again, it’d be to rot in the ground, if he could still rot after all the shit that thing forced him to drink.
He parks the Camaro haphazardly on the side of the road (the front end of the car covering the sidewalk and going onto the grass) and gets out, face in his hands as he slumps against the side of the car. If asked, he’d say that the fact that he chose to stop and have this little breakdown near Steve’s house was an accident, just him retreating to some familiar place in a panic. The reality was that he wanted Steve to find him, even if he couldn’t admit it.
Notably, he wore a long-sleeved shirt that was buttoned all the way to the top, his chest completely covered. ]
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He's in the kitchen unloading a huge stack of groceries when Billy stomps down the stairs, finally awake. And then leaves. There's a lot of yelling, mostly from Steve. Billy looks like shit and won't say what happened and by the time he's in his car Steve's scared and angry enough that he's yelling fuck you too, Hargrove at the Camaro, like that'll do anything to help.
And Billy doesn't come back.
A day passes. Steve forces himself not to call or text. What had he thought was happening? They'd both been really messed up because of the team event, clearly. Now it's over, Billy's back to normal. Asshole normal. He stonewalls the kids and does a bunch of laundry because his entire room smells like Billy right now.
He can't help but wonder what's happened back home. Does Steve turn into an asshole? Is he the reason Billy's acting like this? Maybe going home made him forget everything that had happened here, so he was regular old asshole Hargrove again.
It sucks to think it, and Steve isn't brave enough to examine why.
He and the kids eat a ton because they're starving, and so he goes back to the store again the next day. He doesn't get far down the road before he realises the car parked badly on the sidewalk is a familiar blue Camaro. And there's a familiar blond sitting next to it.
Steve wants to keep driving. Leave the asshole here and make Billy be the one who decides if he wants to ever talk to Steve again.
But he stops in the middle of the road and gets out, staring across the roof of his car. ] You finally worried about getting a sunburn. [ His tone is petulant, pissed off. Worried. ]
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[ He doesn't play well with sunlight anymore. Billy underestimated how upset he'd be to see Steve. He went home and felt nothing. They were high school rivals who had no reason to interact now that they'd graduated, and that was it.
And then it all came rushing back: the talks they had, the month they spent copped up together. Billy had actually told multiple people about his goddamn feelings for Steve.
He was going to make a move, wasn't he? No point in that now. Steve's not into dating monsters. The more he stresses out, the more the black veins start to crawl over him. He brings his elbow to his face, trying to hide it. ]
You shouldn't be around me anymore. [ He says it weakly, without anger. ]
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the return
He's walking through some neighbourhood, when another young man all but runs into him, panicked and teary and sick looking.
Peter freezes, almost screams. But then he just stares.
It's like looking at a mirror image of himself not too long ago. It shocks him to the core, ice seeping through his gut.
Then he realises he recognises the boy. His memories are fuzzy and not entirely his own, but he remembers enough. The worst part was his mean smile, like some hungry animal toying with its prey before it'll pounce on it. ]
You— [ He takes a step back to put some distance between them, wide-eyed. Peter's cautious, visibly afraid of him, as though the boy's going to reach out and try to hurt him again. He can't help releasing a hurried apology, wanting to avoid confrontation. ] I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bump into you.
[ But through the fear is an ache. What the fuck... happened..? It hurts to look at him. ]
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Something jogs his memory, though. Shit. Chicken boy. Just his luck to run into someone he's menaced before at a time like this. ]
It's...it's no big deal. [ He clutches his chest, lurching back as he bites down on his lip to try and keep himself focused. He bites so hard that a trickle of blood runs down his chin, pitch-black and leaving an ashen gray trail behind it.
There's something about Peter that the mind-flayer is curious about, and it's desperately trying to claw its way to the surface, but Billy's holding on for now. ]
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Peter stares at that inky trail slipping down the other boy's chin. It takes him a moment to realise it's blood, maybe. Something like blood. But he doesn't pull back, doesn't seem disgusted, only wide-eyed. ]
You're— sick. [ It seems like an enormous understatement. But he remembers it was said to him, when he first arrived here very much like this, dripping and bleeding and wrong. ] You need a doctor.
[ Unbeknownst to him, the ancient thing inside of him has a sense of something dark within the blond, as well. It doesn't understand, and that makes it even more afraid of Billy than it already was. But its eyes are open, watching. ]
You need a doctor. [ He says it again, feeling his heart beating in his throat. ]
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following their network convo, as discussed
Either way, Eliot's mostly sure Billy's tripping on something. It's easier to think that than to let the warning of possible monster possessions cloud his judgment. And - he gets it. He just went home too and it was shit and he didn't want to tell anyone, either. There's a lot that could be happening. It doesn't have to be sinsister.
At least, that's what Eliot's telling himself.
He has Billy's address and he's slow going getting there. The thestral cabs are a little too weird for Eliot to want to use one, and maybe in the time it takes, Billy might be a little less on edge. Hopefully he's not any worse.
Eliot knocks on the door, already frowning. ]
Billy - are you home?
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Eliot. [ He smiles, but there's something insincere about it and his eyes are glassy and unblinking. ] I was just about to apologize for earlier. Stress really gets to me sometimes.
[ Still smiling. Is that enough smiling to convince him? Maybe a little more. ]
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Is there a reason you're so stressed out? Steve said you bolted from his place for no reason.
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the return
Or maybe not. Maybe it's some manner of monster or spirit or god-knows-what trying to lure in a soft-hearted victim. All the more reason to check it out then, to keep someone else from walking into a trap.
He turns the corner cautiously, frowning as he squints through the dark. Far as he can tell, it's human. Not in the best shape, but human, or human-like. A hand stays at his hip though, just in case. The last time he'd dealt with someone in a similar state of mind, he'd gotten shot, so. Better safe than sorry.
"You need some help there, partner?" He keeps a safe distance, caught between concern and caution.
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- something inside of me. Trying to take over. [ And judging by the amount of visible stress Billy has, it's not anything nice. ]
D'you have a lighter? It's scared of fire.
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Got a lighter, hold on now—
[ There’s a second or two of fumbling in his pocket, but he finds the lighter quick enough and flicks it on. He doesn’t move closer though. Not until he’s sure the help he’s providing outweighs the risk to himself. ]
You need more than that?
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YES HELLO i am here for another thread CW sadness, talk of child death, steve being Upset and Not Ok
He's left Mike on the couch with the dog, finally asleep. Wherever Jonathan is, Steve doesn't care because he feels like there's nothing left in him to care. All day he's been going and going and going on so much energy and now there's nothing left.
He stops at the top of the stairs, looks at Billy's door; thinks about knocking and asking if he's up. He could do with talking to someone who isn't going to yell at him about Will Byers.
But that's too much effort. If Billy's asleep or says he's just being an idiot... that'd be one thing too many today. Steve's not supposed to care what others think about him, that what Chloe had said. But, even if he tries to deny it, he cares way too much what Billy thinks of him now.
So he turns to his own room, ready to just lie on his bed until he hears Mike wake up screaming in the night. ]
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He doesn't know why Steve insists on taking responsibility for them like this. You could be the best damn babysitter in the world and still lose someone here.
When he hears footsteps he opens his door. ] Hey. [ He doesn't say 'you alright?' or anything of the sort, because he damn well knows the answer to that. ] Wanna hang out for a bit?
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But it's not.
He lets out the breath he's holding, brings his hands up to his face as his shoulders slump.] Yeah. Yeah, okay. [ He turns to level the Most Tired Look at Billy. ]
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