Guiltless insanity

Chapter 4:Cooking with Billy

3rd person POV

She beckoned Billy to follow her, picking up the Brahms doll while walking with Billy to the kitchen, Billy's footsteps being practically silent, unheard. Though that was a given since he was a killer who lived in a sorority house's attic, yet only now, the house was no longer a sorority house, it belonged to (Y/N).

They soon reached the kitchen, Billy only inches behind her, following closely, waiting for her next instruction.
She walked over to one of the polished oak wood chairs, setting the Brahms doll on the chair, soon turning to Billy.
"So, we need to get aprons on, need any help tying the apron?"
She offered, just trying to help if he needed it.

Seeing as she got no answer, she got an apron, putting it on herself, tying the apron tight around her waist as to make sure that it wouldn't slip at any moment. Soon, she turned to Billy, looking into his eyes, seeing him struggle with his apron, unable to tie it behind his back. She stepped behind him, gently pulling his hands away from the apron strings, feeling him slightly tense at the unexpected touch yet not moving yet, so she quickly tied his apron behind his back and stepped back infront of him.

She released a breath she didn't know she was holding quietly, relieved that he didn't hurt her when she tied his apron behind his back, she may be enjoying his presence, but she couldn't lie to herself, she was incredibly scared at the moment, very nervous, anxious, knowing full well that if she made the slightest mistake, Billy would likely attempt to kill her then and there.

She calmed herself down, still feeling Billy's crazed gaze burning holes into her body, doing her very best to stay calm and collected in his presence, desperate to try and get him to atleast tolerate her for awhile, atleast long enough to meet the others.

She began getting ingredients out for a dish, she decided on something simple today, just mashed potatoes, vegetables and chicken, getting some equipment out aswell, a knife, a chopping board, a pot, a pan and a baking tray. She then turned to Billy, looking into his eyes as calmly as she could, speaking casually.
'Billy, can you clean and chop the vegetables for me?'
He nodded, speaking aswell now.
"Alright, Y/N."

Billy needed some pointers when chopping the vegetables, (Y/N) having to tell him multiple times, politely, to chop them in equal sizes, eventually, he got the hang of it, now (Y/N) was preparing the chicken and peeling the potatoes, she had seasoned the chicken thoroughly with multiple herbs and spices, until it was prepared to go in the oven.

She then began peeling the potatoes, making sure not to leave any form of skin on the potatoes, skillfully peeling them, by the time she finished peeling them and chopped them into cubes, Billy had finished preparing the other vegetables.

Soon enough, she grabbed the baking tray and pot from the vegetables. Boiling them thoroughly before putting them through a strainer, the vegetables back into their own pot aswell as the potatoes, now she was adding salt, pepper, milk and butter to the potatoes in equal amounts, making sure it was seasoned well enough and that they were soft and it tasted nice.

Now, all that was left was to wait for the chicken to finish cooking in the oven as to not get salmonella or any other disease if the chicken wasn't cooked all the way through. So, in order to not get in an awkward situation by not talking, she decided to make small talk with Billy, not the best decision, but still better than just sitting there in silence awkwardly, and possibly making Billy not like her.

So, she mentally prepared herself for any possible response that he could give her. Now ready for anything he might say, she decided to speak.
"So, Billy, what have you been doing lately?"
She was nervous, anxiously awaiting his response, knowing how bipolar he could be due to his mental illnesses. He responded simply, deciding to go into detail.
"I've been in the attic (Y/N), it's cold in the attic..not warm like down here. I'm glad you don't mind having me out of the attic," He then continued on to say something that made her even more anxious, though she hid it as best as she could, "I'd kill you if you kept me in that attic...but you wouldn't do that, would you, (Y/N)?"