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it had been three days (if time hadn’t been standing still) since bill cipher had entered the physical realm and started weirdmageddon.
bill was sitting on his throne of optical illusions, a palm resting on his side. the novelty of taking over gravity falls had worn off. he wanted to try something new, something that would distract him from his ever nagging thoughts.
pyronica, his second in command, glanced at him, a worried crease on her brow. he glared at her, causing her to look away.
bill straightened up his posture, no longer leaning on his hand.
“LISTEN UP!” he shouted. everyone turned to him, though pyronica’s eye slid back into the worried glance that bill despised. “it’s time that we take this party world-wide!”
the henchmaniacs cheered and with a wave of bill’s hand, they flew out of the fearamid and towards the border of the town. bill floated himself off his throne, wincing at how stiff he had gotten from sitting there for hours straight. hovering still, he headed to the triangular gap in his fortress to watch the henchmaniacs only to see them crash into something.
bill stared in shock, then in anger. he launched himself up near his friends.
he reached a hand out tentatively and poked at whatever was keeping him and the weirdness in.
with a look of pure fury, he pulled his fists back and rammed them repeatedly into the barrier, shrieking unintelligible words while doing so.
after about a minute - or an hour, no one could tell - he calmed down enough to turn from a bright red to a dull yellow.
one of the henchmaniacs, not realizing their boss was on the verge of a full-blown meltdown, yelled up to bill that they’d likely broken some bones.
bill, not being in a good state of mind, glared daggers at the demon who’d spoken and ignored their pain.
bill was fuming. he had been trying (and failing) keep his emotions in check for the entire trip back to the fearamid. it had just gotten to be too much. he screamed, energy shooting out around his form as he let out his anger, not caring if someone got hurt. lucky for him, or, more accurately, for the henchmaniacs who decided to stay in the main room, no one got hit.
his main gang, consisting of just amorphous shape and pyronica, shared a look and got everyone else to exit the room.
now that bill had let off some steam, he plopped himself back down on his throne, clenching and unclenching his fingers to refrain from punching something, or someone.
amorphous shape floated over to bill. “friend,” amorphous started. “what is troubling you?” bill glared at the being before realizing who was speaking to him. he sighed and, trying to conceal his annoyance, muttered “go the fuck away.” maybe he hadn’t managed to hide his annoyance as much as he had hoped.
pyronica, as if she had teleported, appeared on the opposite side of his throne and poked him. “come on, billy, no time for sulking.” bill slouched farther into the throne, glad that the other henchmaniacs had exited the room. they couldn’t see him like this. pyronica looked up at amorphous shape tiredly. amorphous shrugged.
pyronica poked her friend again. “come on, who cares that we’re likely trapped here forever?” bill gives her a look. “alright, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say. but come on, everyone’s waiting for you to tell them what to do.”
bill shut his eye and rubbed the top of his front. “there’s nothing i can to do to stop you both from just dragging me out of this room, is there?” amorphous’s main eye formed a grin. groaning, bill pulled himself out of the throne once more and went out to continue weirdmageddon.