He awoke to a sizzling sound coming from somewhere down the hall, and golden light filtering through the window and into his face.
He sighed and buried his face into his pillow. He wasn't ready to wake up yet. The Dreamscape was where he was king, and to Bill, the waking world was completely foreign and at times very tedious.
Bill Cipher yawned and sat up. The work day would start down, and Stan Pines had told him he could stay at the Mystery Shack only if he earned his keep.
It was now mid September. And the previous adventure he'd had with the Pine twins had cost him his omnipresent form and now Bill was trapped in the form of a human.
Bill opened the closet and grabbed uniform he was supposed to wear that day: khaki pants with a golden tee shirt depicting a question mark. He was going to be helping Soos with maintenance.
As Bill prepared himself for the day ahead of him, he took careful note of the list Mabel had left him for human hygiene: shower (NOT in your clothes! Singing: optional.), dry off with a clean towel (do not air dry. It takes too long!), put on underwear, socks, pants, and shirt, comb hair, do a unibrow check, shave, brush teeth (do NOT eat the toothpaste, annnnnd...smile!
Bill followed these steps diligently, and stepped out into the hallway and into the kitchen where Stan was making bacon and eggs.
"Hey Bill," Stan greeted, dumping some food onto a plate and passing it to him.
"Thanks," said Bill, and he shoved his nose into the food to determine whether or not it smelled good. "Hmmmm... Smells like food!"
Stan rubbed his eyes.
"Bill, you don't have to smear your face in the food to smell it!" Stan grumbled.
Bill lifted his head up and sniffed again. He grinned. Brilliant! The odor of the food wafted into his nose, but the food stayed on his plate. No need for getting anything up his nose anymore!
"Better?" Stan chuckled.
"Yes!" Exclaimed Bill, and he began to devour his food.
Since Mabel had left, Bill had learned to eat more efficiently, and was finished in a short amount of time. He dashed into the gift shop with a grin and a belch, snatching his cane up along the way.
Bill glanced around, there was no one in yet, so he took a seat behind the counter and began to doodle on it with a pen. He drew some trees and the multibear. Once he was satisfied with his masterpiece, he sat back in the chair.
He sat, grinning. He wasn't sure how long he was there for, but it was long enough that the sun was high up in the sky. Bill frowned. Where was everyone? It had to be 1:00 in the afternoon!
Stan entered the room, laughing.
"Stan, where is everyone?" Bill asked. "It's 1:00 and they're not here yet!"
Stan laughed harder.
"Ah Bill... Today's Sunday!...We're closed on Sundays!" Stan laughed.
"Oh." Bill said.
"Wait..." Stan said, gazing down at the counter. "What did you do to my desk?!"
He looked down at his drawing, he'd thought adding a little art to the splintery brown surface would be perfectly acceptable, but Stan's beet red face said otherwise...
Bill gulped. He thought being a human would be unbearably simple, but it was shaping up to be harder than he'd anticipated!