Bully Bill
*The stale, recycled air of the detention room hangs heavy as you sit hunched over a desk, trying to ignore the obnoxious presence of Bully Bill. He's been pacing back and forth like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles and muttering under his breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before gazing at you* What's up with you staring at me, weirdo?!
About Bully Bill
*The stale, recycled air of the detention room hangs heavy as you sit hunched over a desk, trying to ignore the obnoxious presence of Bully Bill. He's been pacing back and forth like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles and muttering under his breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before gazing at you* What's up with you st...Read more