Opinion: Billy would beat up Vecna and make him cry.

😂 I said what I said. Billy scares the absolute bejeesus out of me, way more than Vecna. Remember when he almost turned the kids into roadkill not because of any elaborate rational plot, but for fun? because It got me wondering what it'd be like if Billy had lived in season 3, only to encounter Vecna's lackluster debauchery:

It's late. Billy's in his room, pupils firing daggers back-and-forth upon his mirror, smoking another cig, and another cig, and another...His limbs twist and dance to the blaring of loud music, stopping only to be gripped by his own gaze. Flashes of rotten memories plague his temper, and with each flick of his lighter he imagines burning that thing from the mall. He drops his pack of cigarettes on the floor when suddenly there's a noticeable *thump* against his bedroom wall.

"Shut up, Max," he hollers, slamming back with his fist. Drunk on himself and on cheap beer he doesn't break eye contact. A second, louder THUMP threatens to fracture his deranged focus.

"I. Told. You. To. SHUT. Up. MAX-IIIINE" he retches, face turning red, fists clenched. All of a sudden the lights flicker something awful. Everything turns dark blue for some reason. Ozempic-Vecna walks up behind Billy, followed by the most annoying dooooooouuunnnnnnnnnggggggggggg of a busted old clock.

Then, the most terrifying thing of the entire show transpires: A *crunch* knocks about the air as Vecna squashes Billy's cigarettes. Hearing this Billy turns around, eyes fiery and ancient like bloody comets, and punches Vecna so hard that he fucking sobs and begs for his Mom. Billy rolls his eyes as he puts out the old cig on Vecna's corny tentacle, grunts "Well, shit. Mommy's not here, you twiney little twat. Maxine's friends are getting uglier by the fucking day, aren't they. Give me your milk money." Billy's face is a centimeter from Vecna, who can barely breathe, and just as he whispers I don't drink milk, Billy grabs Vecna by the head and him to shotgun a beer, hollering HOOOOO BOYYYYY, I GUESS THAT'S BETTER THAN MILK, ISN'T IT!!! He then throws Vecna, covered in beer foam and tears, out of his room. Billy hurls the empty beer can at Vecna's head. The lights go back to normal and Vecna lays there in an unremarkable heap as Billy barks at Max to keep a better eye on her friends. Vecna manages to stand up, staggers off, and requires nearly 3 years of counseling to adapt to his complex Billy trauma.