(Just an inside look at Billy Numerous... He was created for the show so I created a past... This was inspired by another fiction... I can't remember the title.)
"You stupid-" Billy blocked out the rest of the words and a sickening crash of a vase. Why did his parents have to fight? I mean, Daddy was a nice guy during the day, doing his job, and everyone liked him. But at night, he seemed so angry.
And he was always alone during these times, Billy Strayer, a twelve year old boy. A sixth grader. Supposed to be able to stand up for himself. The strongest boy in the school baseball team (Even better than some eighth graders), amazing grades... but at night, he was just a lost kid, locking himself in his closet.
The door opened. This was new. Mom never let Dad yell at Billy. "Come here, you." Billy yelped as he was dragged out by his ear. "You got a 'C' in that test today. You're a Strayer, you should be getting 'A's!" His dad drunkenly threw him against the wall, causing Billy to yelp.
"Damn kid!" Mom was sitting on the couch, staring at her feet, not bothering to stop the blood coming from her head. Billy felt so weak... and so alone.
Dad grabbed his belt. "You are just a dumb kid." Billy looked up in fear, his nose bleeding and his head ringing. He wanted help... he wanted to be more.
Billy then felt an odd sensation in his body. "What the..." Billy looked to both sides to see two brown haired boys in pajamas just like his.
It was like looking in mirrors. Billy looked from side to side, and then tried doing it again. He now had six clones, because the others duplicated too. "Wow..." Billy said. "So you're a freak too, huh?" His dad tried whipping one of the duplicates, but two of the other duplicates grabbed the belt and ran off with it. "You little brat!" He tried swinging his fists, but the others caught him.
Billy stood up and wiped his nose. "Lets get him, Billy's!" he yelled, and tackled his dad.
An hour later, his dad left the house, beaten up pretty badly. Billy made all the copies vanish, and he felt... amazing. Like he wasn't by himself anymore.
He called 911, and his mother was taken to the hospital. Not Billy though. He put on his clothes and ran into the woods. Because to him, he wasn't Billy Strayer.
He was Billy Numerous. He needed no one, because he was more than one.
(Kinda lame, I know... but hey, I like Billy Numerous. He's an hilarious hill billy, and considering he sorta reminds me of some of my friends, minus the thieving part, I love him. Bye byes, remember to review!)