"What're you gonna name him?" A plump man stood before a hospital bed, containing a woman in her 30's.
"I think I will name him... William." She gazed at the newborn in her grasp, his unusual yellow eye glimmering. He had been born with one blind eye, which was shut tight. "Don't you think it's perfect?" She had a smile plastered on her face.
"William? That name's ought to have a nickname, it's far too long." The husband remarked, taking a step closing to his wife. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How about Bill?"
"Bill? Oh, that would sound gorgeous. Bill Cipher! What a beautiful name." She kissed her husband gratefully. "Welcome to the world, Bill."
*THIRTEEN YEARS LATER*
It was early on a Monday morning, and Bill Cipher lay on his bed, his shaggy blonde hair covering his triangular eyepatch. He had been fiddling with a pocket knife he had gotten a few years back from his dad, making small slits in his wrist. For some unknown reason, Bill Cipher had always enjoyed the sensation of pain. Wether it was being burnt by the grill in his backyard, or spraining his ankle from tripping in , he had savored every moment.
"Bill, have you gotten dressed yet? The bus is leaving!" His mother shouted from the bottom of the wooden stairs. Bill's family had been extremely poor, and he had gotten the worst room in the house- the attic.
"Shit! I forgot." He swore under his breath. "Coming, mother!" He threw on a black pair of khakis, a yellow polo shirt, and his signature black suspenders and bow-tie. 'Today's the day.' He thought. 'Today is the day I show others the wonderful sensation of pain.'