Quick word of warning; this story involves a lot of depictions of anxiety, pain, stress, mental instability, and magic shinanigans, along with the occasional torture flashbacks. I'll write another disclaimer at the top of a chapter if it gets particularly dark, but just know this wont always be fluff and fun times.

Bill felt like his body was being torn apart, shredded, forced back together, and molded into a new form over and over again. He had a mission to fulfil, and it had been compromised because of his need for power. A single deal gone wrong. He felt his anger take over, along with other emotions that he couldn't keep under check. The old man in front of him had ruined everything! He would pay, they would all pay!

"NRUTER YAM I TAHT REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNE I. NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM LTOLOXA. STANLEYYY-" as the demon reached out to Stan in a final desperate attempt to free himself, he was met with a sudden fist that shattered his now weakened formed. Stanley Pines had successfully defeated Bill Cipher, but at the cost of his own mind.

Or had he?

When Bill regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was the familiar creature in front of him. The seven-eyed woman wore a hooded dress with a pendant around her neck, and a string of seven gems was strung off of her hip. "Jheselbraum," he scowled. "I don't recall asking for you."

The Oracle sighed, "William, there are only so many chances the Axolotl can give you before even they begin losing patience. This will be your last chance." Bill felt himself tense. "Another dimension similar to your home has already formed. It did so while you were chasing that human through the multiverse," as the Oracle spoke, she turned away to a wall covered in posters of axolotls and bubbles that peeked into unsuspecting worlds.

"No-but I thought-"

"You had your chance, Cipher," Jheselbraum turned to face Bill again, holding one of the orbs. "The Great Axolotl decided your fate long ago. Your way of repenting, if one could call it that, was only going to create more chaos. Now you are to serve those you strived to destroy, in another time, in another form."

Bill was about to protest, to find another way, but he was suddenly engulfed in flames once again. He felt as though his body was being stretched and twisted yet again. He tried to cry out from the pain, but he felt as though he didn't have that ability anymore. One by one, he felt his body break down again into nothing before his consciousness fell into darkness.

When Bill's awareness came back to him, everything was dark. He felt as though his body had been forced through a black hole; slowly being stretched and twisted until it made its way through a space the size of a needle head, now left cold and numb in the vast emptiness. He tried to concentrate, but he was left with a fog over his mind. For someone who always had information being forced in and out of his mind faster than most other beings would be able to process any of it and stay sane, not that he himself was exactly 'sane', everything was...quiet.

Then there was a sharp pain.

It came from much lower than Bill was used to, and spread across an area that definitely wasn't the shape of a triangle body. After a few moments, the pain died back down to the numbing feeling that seemed to map out a familiar shape. Bill let out a quiet groan of realization. He was in a meatsack; he didn't know how nor cared why, but that was the simple truth. He almost growled in annoyance, but where the noise rumbled through felt dry and sticky, and the noise caught uncomfortably in his throat.

A strange noise filled Bill's conscious, and after a few moments he recognized it as someone mumbling. Then another voice joined in. A muffled conversation was taking place somewhere near by. Willing his eyes to open, he felt one eye slowly crack open and almost immediately regretted it. A bright white filled his mind and he tried to turn away, only to cause a few different strange feelings to take over. One of them made him feel like he was spinning in circles a little too fast. Another made him feel like the area around him was beating loudly, threatening to crush him from the pain. Yet another felt like he was weightless and floating, but that was somehow still extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was getting used to these feelings all swarming his mind at once, Bill felt a strange warmth surround him, and those past feelings hit him again tenfold. He felt himself losing consciousness once again, a loud ringing drowning out the mumbles that had picked up once again and pain quickly replacing the numbness once more.

"Don't you think there's a reason we live in this type of place?"

Bill watched as his teacher organized a few book up on a bookshelf. The two were alone in the Council's Grand Library; a place Bill normally wouldn't be allowed access, but his teacher was the librarian. Bill sighed.

"Then why even bother looking at other worlds? Other universes? Our home is dying, you know this-you're in charge of-"

"William," Bill tensed at his teacher's stern voice. "We're looking for a way to fix this, trust me. But we can't just go in to the next available dimension and live there instead."

"And why not?" Bill asked. His teacher seemed to ponder this question over before sitting across from his student, both floating casually between rows of research gathered from other worlds.

"Bill, I will tell you something that only I and a few circles know. Understand that I am only saying this to keep you from trying anything on your own." Bill nodded eagerly, too excited to hear more information about these classified findings to notice the tired expression coming from his teacher. "We've found that the dimensions directly surrounding ours have collapsed."

"Wh-what…?" Bill's face fell in confusion.

A sigh came from his teacher as he leaned back to look at the ceiling.

"Essentially, we're trapped in this corrupted place."

Again, there was darkness. And warmth. And pain. Lots of pain.

Bill risked opening his eyes again, though this time he was met with a much nicer view. His eyes blinked one at a time as he tried to adjust his sight. The lighting was a deep red now, and as his eyes began focusing, he realized he was staring up at rows of wooden boards. Bill stayed like that for a while, slowly getting used to the feeling of being in a body once again.

Now his curiosity was slowly getting the better of him. He moved his arms to push himself up, only that failed when his shoulders felt tight and locked up. Next attempt had him trying to roll onto his stomach, only managing to twist his body awkwardly to the side. With a huff, he forced his shaking arms to remove his upper body from whatever he found himself lying on. As he slowly moved into a sitting position, he realized his body had been constricted in a large piece of cloth. That was obviously to reason for his issues with getting up.

Bill glanced around the room, the area feeling very familiar. At the foot of his bed, there was a large stained glass window, though the markings had changed since the last time Bill had seen it. There was a door off to his left, and a small dark hallway further down on the wall opposite to the window.

Still feeling foggy, Bill forced himself off of the bed that was set in the room, nearly tripping over his flimsy legs almost giving out immediately. He made it a few steps before giving up and dropping to his knees. His world was spinning again. This had to be a joke. There was no way he could even be here. There was a spell to keep him out.

Creaking floorboards got his attention, and he looked up to see a very familiar face watching him as the person ascended the stairs. Bill felt his face contort in disgust, anger, and hate; stretching painfully as the expression was a bit much for the skin. He tried to bring up his fire instinctively, only for it to, of course, sputter out immediately. The person slowly made their way towards the former demon, hand slowly outstretched as if to try to calm a wild animal. Before they were close enough to lunge if they wanted, Bill had forced himself back up onto his feet and headed for the only other exit he could get to.

Ignoring the words being shouted at him, Bill threw his new body out the window.