He'd gone back-and-forth on knocking on the door, but eventually the creepiness of the dark hallway got to him and he knocked. He heard a few curses from the other side, but the door did open. Ralph opened it up wide, like nobody here would hurt him.
He looked surprised to see Bill.
"Hi," Ralph said. He was silent, and Bill realized that he was waiting for Bill to say something.
"Oh, uh-" Bill said, searching for something. Why was he here? Because he thought the guy was hot didn't seem like a good reason to be there. "Can I come in?"
Again, Ralph let him in. Bill wasn't going to kill him – he wouldn't listen to that thing, telling them to kill each other if they wanted to leave – but he had a nagging feeling that, if it was anyone else, Simon or Jack or even Roger, Ralph would open the door and let them in.
Okay, maybe not Roger. Nobody'd be crazy enough to let Roger into their room, except maybe Maurice.
Bill had a feeling that the first one dead would be Maurice, and when it happened, he wouldn't hesitate in voting for Roger.
"This is crazy," Bill said eventually, and Ralph nodded. They were standing just inside the door, Bill feeling awkward. If Ralph felt awkward, he didn't show it – but then again, he wasn't the type of guy to show that type of thing, was he? He didn't look like it, with his jock body, swimmer's tan, thick blond hair. Bill himself was blond, and not small and unathletic, but pale and with eyes that he'd trained into being too sensitive for most light. He'd worn sunglasses for the past two years practically the whole time.
He took them off and polished them now, squinting his eyes.
"It's weird to see you without sunglasses," Ralph said, and Bill jumped.
"Huh? Oh, right, um, I don't usually take them off inside," Bill said. He put them back on his face, ignoring the fact that he accidentally stabbed himself in the eye three times in the process, and managed a grimace. "Hurts me eyes."
"I feel like putting them on hurts your eyes, too," Ralph said, and Bill flushed. Ralph walked over to his desk and sat on top, and Bill followed him, standing, his hands in his pockets. "So. Do you really think someone will do it?"
Bill hadn't expected the question to be given so bluntly, but – he had an answer. "Roger," Bill said. "He'll take out Maurice – or, you know, he'll take out all of us. Kill us all one-by-one. I swear, the guy's the kind of kid that likes killing people."
"That's kind of shitty to say about someone," Ralph said, but his argument was half-hearted. "What about Jack? Piggy doesn't trust him. I don't know. I kind of like him."
"Eh, Jack's too much of a loser to kill anyone," Bill said dismissively. "And if he did, he'd give himself away. He's not the type. I don't think we have to worry about him."
As they were speaking, the monitor in the corner of Ralph's room switched on. Bill frowned – the nighttime announcement had already been given – but there was that stupid stuffed animal again. Did it have something else to tell them? Another motive?
"A body has been discovered!" it crowed, and Bill grimaced. He'd thought that there would be more time, honestly. Before someone had found the body, that was. He'd left Simon in the bathhouse, on the floor of the sauna, but apparently three someones had decided to relax.
But that was why he was there. "Hey, Ralph –" Bill said, hesitating and eventually grabbing Ralph's face and kissing him. Ralph blinked and stumbled away, holding one hand in front of his mouth. "Just in case I don't get the chance again."
So… this one was requested a long time ago. By someone on Tumblr, who wanted a Billralph, Dangan Ronpa AU! So I had some fun with it. Sorry it took so long.
