A long time ago, Bill had a partner in crime, a friend in chaos, a fellow Dream Demon to cause destruction with.

But that time was long past.

But as their name was mentioned, he couldn't help but remember.

The battlefield. A Dream Demon hunter had lured them there, to the place he had slaughtered many of their kin.

Bill resisted a snarl as the hunter's blade sparked off his own.

"I'm supposed to be empathetic, but this is just ridiculous." The triangle snapped. "Why the hell are you doing this?"

"Because you're a threat to the world," The man grunted, applying pressure, pushing against him. He whirled around and planted a foot in Bill's gut, sending him flying. As he skidded against the ground, a faint thought flickered through his brain.

One of us isn't getting out of here.