Of course it couldn't have been easy.

Thanks to that stupid Axolotl and the deal they made, Bill had been trapped in the Theraprism undergoing what he supposedly 'needed' most- therapy. Which was a complete load of bull to the interdimensional triangle demon.

It was completely ridiculous. He didn't need rehabilitation! But until he reformed, he would be stuck there, not reincarnated. But Bill will never change and he's very certain of it.

Now, he was currently sitting on a folding steel chair, in another mandatory group therapy session as the static scar on his triangle body lightly buzzed. All these villains were complete losers to Bill, and he hated every single minute.

"Tch, that was terrible." He muttered to himself as one of the inmates finished sharing their pathetic story. Obviously, he wasn't interested in sharing anything, either.