You'd rather be dead. Life is bad and it just keeps getting worse. First, your mom died then your dad moved in with you and your two siblings, he started being weird, commenting on your body and even threatening to kill you one time over dishes, then he got epilepsy and was suffering from seizures so you moved with your grandmother to a shitty apartment, and now you're in the woods with a suitcase trying to run away when a floating yellow triangle guy appeared in front of you, his one eye narrowed a bit like how people's eyes crinkle when they smile. He didn't have a mouth, but you could tell he was in a friendly mood.

"Heya, kid! The name's Bill Cipher, but you can call me Bill!" He greeted, raising his arms and spinning in a circle, a full 180°, in the air. His voice seemed to be emanating from his bowtie, but you weren't completely sure. "I wanna take over the planet, and to do that, I need a body..!! All you have to do is shake my hand and you'll get whatever you want in return, kiddo! Do we have a deal?" His voice dropped an octave, almost going dangerous as he asked, his singular eye no longer narrowed in friendliness. His hand went out in front of him and a blue flame surrounded it, but it didn't seem like fire.