My name is Bill Cipher.
I'm not going to lie to you; I'm a strange guy. I wear so much yellow that a banana would look pale in comparison. I have a high squeaky voice that puberty never took care of. I wear an eyepatch on my right eye. Oh, and one other thing.
I'm a demon.
No, I'm not talking about one of those silly notions that you humans seem to have about demons. I don't have horns, or fangs, or anything like that. For the most part, I look like a normal guy. Don't let that fool you, though; I'm terrifying, the master of dreams and nightmares. I could kill you with a single look…
Oh who am I kidding, I can't even walk right now.
You see, I didn't always have the admittedly dashing form that I don right now. My old form, my true form, was anything but human. Oh, how splendid I had looked! Nice straight bowtie, floating tophat, a fetching yellow colour on my triangular form, even brighter than the yellow suit I am wearing now. Oh, how handsome, how magnificent I had looked!
...I miss it.
You see, I did not come to be in this form by choice, chance, or any other way that I might have been able to influence the outcome. I was attacked, forced into this form. And not by fellow demons, no. It was by, as I am humiliated to admit, mere mortals. Ten of them, some whom I had even began to call my friends. Stanford. Question Mark. Gleeful.
Pine Tree. Shooting Star.
Stanford I get. We've had this rivalry thing going on long before any of you readers were ever born. Question Mark was just following Stanford's lead, like a loyal puppy and its master. Even Gleeful had his motive; the kid hated my guts, even when I was doing his dirty work. To be fair, I hated him, too.
Pine Tree. Shooting Star. Those two I would have never guessed.
They were both on the Cipher Wheel, the list of people that would, and had, defeat me. I shouldn't have been surprised. But it wasn't that simple. Me and them, we had formed a friendship of sorts. Sure, Pine Tree acted like he didn't want me around, and Shooting Star got snappy with me a lot, but it was all just an act. It had to have been an act. If I hated the kids, I would have killed them on the spot, as they would of been the easiest people from the Cipher Wheel to eliminate. But I didn't, I instead appeared to them frequently, joked around with them, gave them gifts, even guided them to the answers they seeked from behind the scenes. Surely they had caught on, seen that I was not an enemy, but a friend that just liked teasing them once in a while. Sure, we had our rough spots, but don't all friendships have those?
I had never known. If I had known, I would have killed them, as my plan had been before I actually met them. But I didn't know, so I wasn't aware that what I thought was a slowly developing friendship, had been nothing but my delusions. I was used to creating delusions for others, but never had I so thoroughly constructed one for myself. I curse my stupidity now, for not seeing it…
But more than anything, I'm just depressed these days. Not only have I lost my powers and my beautiful triangular form, but I've discovered that I was more alone than I had ever thought.
Now, you're probably wondering how this all came to be. How my form was stolen from me, and all that. Normally, I wouldn't indulge you mortals with my story. You're already far too greedy as it is, and if I give you answers, you'll be expecting them. That's not a good position to get in. But, as it pains me to admit it, I need help. I won't indulge you with what I need help with for the moment being. All I ask of you is to hear me out, listen to my story.
The rest will come in time.