You were also a demon in Bill's dimension, also a friend of his, but you have been started to notice something, meticulously, Bill begins to paint his nails in a jet-black colour, being as careful as possible. Once done, he hold his hand up infront of his mirror, nodding approvingly at his handy-work.

Recently, he had begun a... phase. At least that's what everybody else hoped it was. Black seemed to be his only outfit in his wardrobe, even in boiling weather, and he'd developed a soured attitude. Nobody understood him anymore! Except you.. obviously...

He keeps his attention on his nails, even as his door creaks open. He barely spares you a glance as you walk in. Careful to not knock over anything on his desk, he grabs his bottle of expensive eye-liner, applying it delicately.

"Yo." Is the only acknowledgement you receive. His room is decorated with heavy rock band posters on every wall, t-shirts scattered across his messy bed. It's untidy, unlike anything you've seen from Bill before.