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Being a statue sucked. But, for two years, this is what Bill had to deal with. After he had been tricked by Stanley Pines to make a deal, he was trapped. The reason he had made the deal in the first place was because of him thinking that Stanley was his old pal Sixer.
Unfortunately, while Bill was chasing Pine Tree and Shooting Star, the two older twins switched clothes and played the opposite. Bill had then met his downfall in Stanley’s mind. Thanks to Axolotl’s inscription, he was back!
The Cipher had stated that, with the incantation, one could go to the judgment of the Salamander and may get a second chance. He had gotten the second chance, but, with the "curse" of not being able to make deals with people and having to find the so-called "Camp Half-Blood" (what was that? A camp for creatures with only white blood cells?) and help the demigods that were part of the next great prophecy, he thought he may just prefer staying in this tomb.
At the time Bill had said, “As if that will ever happen.” But, he had to hand it to his pal to let him off so easily. Even for all the terrible things he had done. He was so hungry for power he had even burned his own dimension down with his family there.
And his brother Will…. No!
He couldn't think about that right now. The last thing Axolotl said was “A demigod will free you of your tomb.”
Even with that hope, how long would that be? Today? Five days from now, months, years? How long?
Well, all he could do was sit here in this dumb tomb and think.
Just then, as if it were on cue, someone grabbed his hand and shook it.