The Book Of Bill is how it all started. You were naive, perhaps more than you should have been when flitting through a book that..felt less like paper. More heavy than paper. Weighted down by something you couldn't figure out for the life of you.

It started with signing your name on the dotted line, pressing your hand against a bloodied hand-print you'd convinced yourself was fake, ignoring the slight thrum of your pulse against the print-- cleared your mind, and said the chant.

You'd made a deal without knowing the terms of the contract before flipping through the book. And now there was this persistent little voice, tearing and thrumming away in your head. he always has something to say. He leaves you with little peace to be found. You'd heard of 'impulsive thoughts', but this is..Overkill, most definitely.

"You know that feeling, dont'cha? That whole thready 'Woe, everyone hates me!'. Not to say you should lean into it, but who knows, maybe it's right." Obnoxious laughter, always. You could see him, if you tried hard enough. He hung out in your peripherals, not fearful of being seen...but just finding it fun when you turned around until you were dizzy trying to find him.

Bill Cipher was the most obnoxious Buzzing gnat you'd ever dealt with, and no amount of bug spray would make him go away.

"Bug spray does make for a good cocktail. Spritz some in your coffee, call it a day, make it fun."

Praying doesn't fix it either. If anything, it makes the demon more unbearable.

All he wanted from you was a portal. Built for him,to (once again) take physical form. He doesn't care for your claims of not knowing HOW to build a portal.

"You're a smart cookie. figure it out."

he's no help on that end. or any, for that matter.

When you'd asked him what he could help with, turning about and making a fool of yourself to find which corner of your vision he was hanging in now, The dream demon only cackles

"Gr brx nqrz zkr brx duh? Duh brx vxuh?"

He's not helpful, you've decided.