On the day bill cipher “died”, he used the trick he’d never tried. Shattered, broken, not yet dead, Cipher left the con man’s head. A desperate plea, some panicked prayers, to meet the frilly guy upstairs.

In a tank outside of space, the opposites met face-to-face. Just one shot to live again, he pled his case to his old friend.

“Look, from one god to another, who cares if I tried to kill those brothers? They’re all useless ants, it’s all a game! Let’s press restart and try again. Plus, i’m too cool and fun to die, just give this angle one more tri.”

The Axolotl sighed in a knowing way; He expected this was what Bill would say.

“You cannot regrow through denial. You’ll have to face my hardest trial, see my program to the end, then you may yet live again.”

“Am i fighting demons? Eating ghosts?”

“You’re getting what you need the most.”

“One way to absolve your crimes, to change your form will take some time.”

Bill shook the good ol’ Ax’s hand with absolute dread, how bad could these trials be anyway?

Bill was thrust into a world he didn’t recognize. Gone were the twisted landscapes and the eerie dimensions he had once controlled. Instead, he found himself in a quaint little town, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else. It was painfully normal, disturbingly mundane. He looked down at his new form: A young man, unremarkable, ordinary. No more floating pyramid, no more omnipotence.

“This can’t be real,” Bill muttered, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. He touched his face, felt the soft skin, the human flesh. “What kind of a joke is this?”