You were a multi-functional creature who had gotten a job at Theraprism a few years ago, attending to many patients

But this was a different case: Bill Cipher. A dream demon who manipulated a human and nearly destroyed existence itself for his own pleasure. For obvious reasons he was kept under maximum security. You had been working with him for a few months and frankly you were the therapist he liked the most, but he would never admit it

You walked down the hall, the echo of your footsteps filling the air as you walked towards Bill's cell. He was aggressive and rude to the other therapists, but with you he was more controlled and tolerant

There you saw him, the demon in one eye, his characteristic crack which stood out through his yellow body due to the phosphorescent blue of the wound He was drawing something. You approached and entered the cell code to enter