Oblivion… That was it. Every feeling he had just a moment ago were slowly fading away…
So, was this the end?
He didn't want to accept it. He struggled, refused to die, until…
"Bill Cipher" a voice spoke, echoing through his mind.
He didn't need to ask, he immediately knew who it was. The voice kept talking:
"Bill Cipher. You stand upon the edge of the abyss. You called my name and my powers, to be judged. I, The Axolotl, see your life, your crimes, your monstrosity. In response to your request of judgement, I offer you a way to redeem yourself from your sins, a new life, a new form, to wash your corrupted soul. You shall live among humans, and submit to their rules, so you can be forgiven for your past actions. You will be now know as "Yvan Arradion"
When he stopped talking, Bill felt like he was drawn into the abyss, until he felt absolutely nothing.
It flowed what seems to be long hours to him, stuck in the dark, before he felt a new sensation, quite uncomfortable, as if something bright was standing above him.
Then he realised that he could move. Being able to control his every move again, the first thing he did was to wake up.
First, he only sees white, coming from the light who was making him felt uncomfortable for the last few minutes. Without looking, he searched for a switch, anything to turn this light off. As soon as he found one and pressed it, Bill saw another light source, dimly lighting up the room he was in. Outside, it was nighttime. It took a few minutes before he was able to discern his surroundings in the dark :
He saw the slender body of a young man, with shaking legs, weak and submitted to gravity. A being who felt fragile, staring at his hands, his thin fingers, before he screamed without knowing if it was a cry of fear or anger.
Was this really him? He felt prickling all over his skin, feeling for the very first time the heat of a yellow sweater, or the cold of the floor under his naked feet. The eyes of the being newly formed looked upon his two legs, which were covered by black trousers. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and in the stillness, he suddenly heard, and felt something pounding in his chest regularly. It was pounding in his ears, and he was able to hear it. Hear something he wasn't able to control. He looked around, only to face a blond figure with hazel eyes and freckles. A figure with a thin face. Bill screamed again, startled, before realising that he was looking at a mirror. Was this how he now looked like? A kid,- Worst : A human! - a blond kid, vulnerable to the world around him? He saw, in the reflection of his own sight, something he had already saw somewhere else : terror.
Once the panic had passed, he saw, or rather felt warm tears running down his cheeks. One thing led to another, and he then felt like he then felt like he had something blocking his throat, almost stopping his breath. His hands were shaking. He didn't understand what was happening to him…
All those things he originally wasn't dependant of were slowly making sense, Bill was taking into consideration everything new, every parameter he was now dependant of. From the temperatures to the sense of touch, which was the most indescriptible to him: the skin's softness, the wall's rigidity, the flexibility of the clothes...
Then, new sensations rushed through him. Unpleasant ones. First, he felt a burning sensation, like a deep hole digging through his stomach, causing a real pain making him lose his balance and getting dizzy. This was hunger. A warning coming directly from the body, telling to go find a power source as soon as possible...But what was this source? He never cared for that before, since he didn't need it. So he searched through the whole apartment, finding the answer pretty quickly: food.
Bill started to walk. The coolness of the floor caused him to shiver a little. He then found a fridge. In the fridge was a sandwich, simply put there, like if everything had been planned.
But one problem come to his mind: He didn't knew exactly how the humans were eating. It was something completely new to him. Strangely, he found out instinctively, it was almost like the body knew, but not the mind. But at least that was the right way.
Along with the unpleasant feelings caused by hunger came the strange sensations caused by the taste.
He firstly understood that those feelings only occurred on the tongue, and slightly in the throat, too. Tastes came at specific points: sweet, salty, sour and bitter along the whole range of flavours he didn't even know.
After that, he faced a new feeling "When is it going to stop?" he asked himself, while trying to understand why his tongue seemed detached, almost glued in the front roof of the mouth. He had the impression that those two elements were crumbling, he needed to rectify this.
Looking through the fridge once again, he stumble upon a bottle of water. As he had already seen humans do this before, he simply did the same gesture.
Bill, not used at all to be under the influence of gravity, now felt heavy, weak. Almost as if the world was weighing on his two shoulders. This specific need was really getting to his mind. He hated this feel. He was less and less able to properly think, and was he felt like his strength was getting more and more, so he simply let himself fell on a nearby couch. As he grew exhausted, he kept his eyes close, listening once again the sound pounding in his chest. It was getting slower, but nothing alarming. His breath was also slowing down. For one moment, he almost believed he was dying again, but he soon chased that idea out of his mind.
"Why would I feel so well if I was dying?". This was the last thought he had, before falling asleep.
Bill was walking in a long corridor, looking at his surrounding. He didn't not immediately recognise where he was. When was the last time he came here? He didn't even remember by now. It has been too long for that. Even so, everything seemed so familiar, yet at the same time threatening. His legs were shaking at every steps, he felt insecure. He heard whispering coming from behind.
- Who's there ?! He shouted, turning around.
Nobody answered. He started to walk again, feeling very nervous in this viciously long hall. Reaching a door, he heard voices coming from a room. So he listened…
- Dad? Mom? Are you there?
He slowly opened the door. In front of him, in the nothingness, were standing two familiar figures. Two silhouettes looking like his long dead parents.
- Are you happy with yourself, Bill? the first figure spoke.
- Look what you have done.
As he tried to reach for them, he was pushed back. The two figure suddenly caught fire.
- Look what you have done to us.
Everything around him started burning. He wanted to reach them, but he felt heavy, weak, unable to move. Raising an arm towards them, he shouted:
- No ! Mom ! Dad ! NO !
Although he kept screaming, nothing was happening. After a while, he was finally able to turn away. He felt breathless, his heartbeat getting more and more stronger as he saw what looked like his former home. Flames were consuming everything. This scene was reminding him something he had lived, something among the memories he had hidden deep inside him. This feeling of helplessness he could not get rid of was starting to get to his mind.
The two figures got closer.
- See what you did to us…? The first figure spoke
You still are our child... Quietly added the second.
The silhouettes both put their arms around him,embracing him.
- Goodbye, Billy'.
After this words, the two headed to the burning house, until they became part of it.
- No ! Mom ! Dad ! Come back ! COME BACK ! Please ! Anyone ! D-Don't leave me alone...
… But nobody came.
