Bill looked around, dusting off his bow tie. He reached up the adjust his hat, and—
Oh.
He pulled it down, only to see that it had been wrecked. Half of the hat was a pile of ashes. The other hat was torn and soot-covered.
Shame. He'd had this hat for a while. Oh well.
He snapped his fingers, but the puff of blue fire that he'd been expecting didn't appear.
His (admittedly nonexistent) brow furrowed. He snapped his fingers again.
Nothing.
The Axolotl.
Hot rage boiled up inside him, and he threw the hat onto the ground in frustration.
It didn't float.
He wasn't floating either.
At this point, he would have really… really loved to wreck some of the alternative dimensions.
But nooo, Axie had to go and try to make him a goody-two-shoes like them!
He huffed, his legs curled in front of his body as he sat on the ground.
This was not okay. Usually he was fine with that.
But this was in no sort of way acceptable, not even for Bill Cipher.
This was going to be a hard day.