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ghflskhu_ph [Third Person Sample]:
Six months. Six months he had been cooped up in one of Wonderland's realms between and Bill Cipher; MASTER of the MIND, dream demon, Eye of ETERNAL KNOWLEDGE of EVERYTHING still had no idea why.
The abomination didn't know which was worse: the idea that he, practically a GOD of Multiversal chaos, had grown weak enough to be sucked in by another world's pull, or that this was all somehow Axolotl's incredibly vague plan he had no power to fight against.
Being dumped unceremoniously back into Wonderland’s pocket of the Mindscape, felt no more pleasant for Bill this time than it did the last. Such an odd hour left little entertainment to be found and restless among the rest of the dreaming mortals, Bill found himself drifting into his old ‘frienemies’ stronghold. Without a corporeal form, he couldn't really trash the place as he so desired but it didn't stop him from haunting it out of spite.
Speaking of the creep… Bill’s eye fell upon Ford’s fishtank and the newest inhabitant to grace the scientist’s bedroom.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT?”
It couldn't see him. Nothing could. But darn if the amphibious imbecile didn't appear to be watching him anyway, with that same vacuous grin it reserved for all life. Sure, this wasn't THE Axolotl, but it didn't matter. In being connected by its image, it counted as a vessel to the God all the same. And what did it do with that power? Why, SIT THERE and SMILE of course, wearing a big goofy expression and genuine air of benevolence; too at peace to ever even comprehend being threatened. Bill glowered against the glass at the overdose of innocence.
“I hate you.”
Figures now of all days an axolotl would turn up. After invoking the ancient entity to save his skin from his own backfiring energy there had been hide nor hair of the deity, let alone any instructions for what Bill was meant to do to repay it. That had suited the demon just fine… at first. Pfft. Didn’t the Multiverse teach the guy how to do a proper deal?What a moron! And yet… being stuck with the rest of these mortals had instilled an impending sense of worry any time he thought back to the deal. What was he to do when everyone forgot every memory they had left? How did one rebel when no rules were laid out to begin with???
What... was it waiting for? Bill rolled his eye as a disgusting thought occurred to him.
“OH, PLEASE. As if the BIG FRILLY-FACED KNOW-IT-ALL cares about MY CONSENT! What? You want me to ASK for my DEBT?! FORGET IT!”
Bill fumed. If he could torture the thing he would, but you can’t give nightmares to something so basic! The human in the other room who just conveniently hit his REM cycle on the other hand? Well. Bill’s eye lit up with mischief as he heard the telltale signs of Ford switching over into a heavier breathing cycle.
Time to let Sixer know he was still watching. He turned to utter one last hiss to the oblivious critter.
“WELL, if YOU’RE going to keep just SITTING THERE then I’M GOING to keep DOING WHATEVER I PLEASE in YOUR NAME until you CORRECT ME! GOTTA do something WRONG to know how to do it RIGHT, RIGHT? So next time you WANNA COMPLAIN, remember THIS IS ON YOU.”
He doesn’t wait to see what axolotl’s reaction to the words will be, he doesn’t need to. Until Bill was ready, chances were, the only reaction he would receive from the higher God would be no reaction at all.
[First Person/Network Sample]:
[Ever the showman, the speaker's ethereal voice transmits across the network far before the video feed fizzles to life. One didn't always need to see a threat to feel the oncoming sense of dread its presence often invoked and Bill Cipher didn't become the Master of the Mind without manipulating his audiences to see things just how he wanted them to]
“WELL, WELL, WELL if isn't the old CARD HOUSE. Surprised you haven't KNOCKED it over in my ABSENCE; last I CHECKED you were ALL CONVINCED QUEENIE had an ACE in here SOMEWHERE.”
[It would appear that all that paranoid talk of the Queen having spies has finally simmered down. Bill doesn’t see why it was a concern to begin with. Why be scared of anyone having secret information when you had HIM around?! Not that…Bill was ever on anyone’s side but his own.]
"I mean, SURE, the SIMPLEST SOLUTION is USUALLY the RIGHT one but only in that it’s a STEP in the RIGHT DIRECTION, if you GET MY DRIFT. I MEAN, OCCAM needed SHAVING CREAM TOO, RIGHT? What about the REST of his KIT?! There’s more to that STORY, BUB!"
[With a bright flash and an almost cartoonish 'pop', a yellow triangle with a bowtie pops onto screen, spinning his cane and looking for all the world like he just went for a jaunty stroll.]
"Missed me, didn'tcha? WELL, CHOP, CHOP, MORTALS, it's your LUCKY DAY! HERE'S YOUR CHANCE to fill in ME, the ALL-SEEING EYE, on something I DON'T KNOW for a CHANGE! SO GO AHEAD. Tell me what BRILLIANT DISCOVERIES you've made SINCE LAST I've seen ya-- and MAKE SURE not to SKIMP on the DETAILS. Or I MIGHT be TEMPTED to LOOK further into it MYSELF."
Six months. Six months he had been cooped up in one of Wonderland's realms between and Bill Cipher; MASTER of the MIND, dream demon, Eye of ETERNAL KNOWLEDGE of EVERYTHING still had no idea why.
The abomination didn't know which was worse: the idea that he, practically a GOD of Multiversal chaos, had grown weak enough to be sucked in by another world's pull, or that this was all somehow Axolotl's incredibly vague plan he had no power to fight against.
Being dumped unceremoniously back into Wonderland’s pocket of the Mindscape, felt no more pleasant for Bill this time than it did the last. Such an odd hour left little entertainment to be found and restless among the rest of the dreaming mortals, Bill found himself drifting into his old ‘frienemies’ stronghold. Without a corporeal form, he couldn't really trash the place as he so desired but it didn't stop him from haunting it out of spite.
Speaking of the creep… Bill’s eye fell upon Ford’s fishtank and the newest inhabitant to grace the scientist’s bedroom.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT?”
It couldn't see him. Nothing could. But darn if the amphibious imbecile didn't appear to be watching him anyway, with that same vacuous grin it reserved for all life. Sure, this wasn't THE Axolotl, but it didn't matter. In being connected by its image, it counted as a vessel to the God all the same. And what did it do with that power? Why, SIT THERE and SMILE of course, wearing a big goofy expression and genuine air of benevolence; too at peace to ever even comprehend being threatened. Bill glowered against the glass at the overdose of innocence.
“I hate you.”
Figures now of all days an axolotl would turn up. After invoking the ancient entity to save his skin from his own backfiring energy there had been hide nor hair of the deity, let alone any instructions for what Bill was meant to do to repay it. That had suited the demon just fine… at first. Pfft. Didn’t the Multiverse teach the guy how to do a proper deal?What a moron! And yet… being stuck with the rest of these mortals had instilled an impending sense of worry any time he thought back to the deal. What was he to do when everyone forgot every memory they had left? How did one rebel when no rules were laid out to begin with???
What... was it waiting for? Bill rolled his eye as a disgusting thought occurred to him.
“OH, PLEASE. As if the BIG FRILLY-FACED KNOW-IT-ALL cares about MY CONSENT! What? You want me to ASK for my DEBT?! FORGET IT!”
Bill fumed. If he could torture the thing he would, but you can’t give nightmares to something so basic! The human in the other room who just conveniently hit his REM cycle on the other hand? Well. Bill’s eye lit up with mischief as he heard the telltale signs of Ford switching over into a heavier breathing cycle.
Time to let Sixer know he was still watching. He turned to utter one last hiss to the oblivious critter.
“WELL, if YOU’RE going to keep just SITTING THERE then I’M GOING to keep DOING WHATEVER I PLEASE in YOUR NAME until you CORRECT ME! GOTTA do something WRONG to know how to do it RIGHT, RIGHT? So next time you WANNA COMPLAIN, remember THIS IS ON YOU.”
He doesn’t wait to see what axolotl’s reaction to the words will be, he doesn’t need to. Until Bill was ready, chances were, the only reaction he would receive from the higher God would be no reaction at all.
[First Person/Network Sample]:
[Ever the showman, the speaker's ethereal voice transmits across the network far before the video feed fizzles to life. One didn't always need to see a threat to feel the oncoming sense of dread its presence often invoked and Bill Cipher didn't become the Master of the Mind without manipulating his audiences to see things just how he wanted them to]
“WELL, WELL, WELL if isn't the old CARD HOUSE. Surprised you haven't KNOCKED it over in my ABSENCE; last I CHECKED you were ALL CONVINCED QUEENIE had an ACE in here SOMEWHERE.”
[It would appear that all that paranoid talk of the Queen having spies has finally simmered down. Bill doesn’t see why it was a concern to begin with. Why be scared of anyone having secret information when you had HIM around?! Not that…Bill was ever on anyone’s side but his own.]
"I mean, SURE, the SIMPLEST SOLUTION is USUALLY the RIGHT one but only in that it’s a STEP in the RIGHT DIRECTION, if you GET MY DRIFT. I MEAN, OCCAM needed SHAVING CREAM TOO, RIGHT? What about the REST of his KIT?! There’s more to that STORY, BUB!"
[With a bright flash and an almost cartoonish 'pop', a yellow triangle with a bowtie pops onto screen, spinning his cane and looking for all the world like he just went for a jaunty stroll.]
"Missed me, didn'tcha? WELL, CHOP, CHOP, MORTALS, it's your LUCKY DAY! HERE'S YOUR CHANCE to fill in ME, the ALL-SEEING EYE, on something I DON'T KNOW for a CHANGE! SO GO AHEAD. Tell me what BRILLIANT DISCOVERIES you've made SINCE LAST I've seen ya-- and MAKE SURE not to SKIMP on the DETAILS. Or I MIGHT be TEMPTED to LOOK further into it MYSELF."