Oh, so it was Hallianiam, or, as the humans-though Bill supposed he was human now too-called it, The Hide-Behind. How fun.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Cipher boy."
"You brought me here?"
"Well, obviously."
"Why? the last I had heard, you preferred not to deal with humans."
"I wouldn't call you completely human, at least not quite yet."
Being the person Bill was (aka Bill), wasn't working, so he tried a different approach. He feigned arrogance. He threw in a bit of charming, a hint of proper, and one of his best smiles. It wasn't difficult for him, of course. Feigning arrogance had quickly become one of Bill's most useful traits after he'd become the Spirit of Chaos.
"Evidently. I shouldn't think you ever will."
"Oh, shut up Cipher. You and I both know that's a mask."
"Really? and you would know that how?"
"I have a source."
"Let me guess: they want me dead, and are paying you to kill me. They've said they'll give you anything you want just as long as it isn't completely unreasonable."
"I suppose there isn't any point in not telling you, as you're about to to die, so yes."
"News flash, Hallianiam. Most people who want me dead are either just as cutthroat as I am, and wouldn't keep a promise to pay a Rllic one single Hallia, or are sickeningly good and will arrest you for murder after you kill me. So get out of here Hallianiam, you worthless puppet master wannabe. Return me to the Pines' residence. Unless, of course, you want to die a slow and painful death."
There was a flicker of anger in Hallianiam's eyes, before he grinned, showcasing his long, sharp teeth.
"You're powerless. You can't even stand up. By what means shall you kill me? What you never have understood, Cipher, is that you're predictable. You try not to be. Some days you'll just sit around drinking tea or playing chess just to through everyone off. Yet, even though you have always followed your instincts and never used your head when making a decision, what you are about to do is so blatantly obvious even a Rllic could predict it. You come from a predictable world, a predictable class, and a predictable family. YOU ARE PREDICTABLE. Just admit it already. Say it."
That hurt. That really hurt. If there was one thing Bill Cipher tried to avoid being, it was predictable. He hated predictable.
"No. Never."
"Say it."
"I'm not predictable."
Then there was pain. His right arm flew up to his left. His left arm had three long, deep gashes in it, and he was bleeding heavily.
"Say it."
"I'm not," he gasped as he accidently drove a fingernail into one of his injuries. "I'm not predictable."
More pain. More gashes. Right arm this time.
"Say it."
He didn't say anything. He couldn't. His arms were in such incredible pain, and he didn't want more of that, but he also couldn't say he was predictable. He couldn't. For whatever reason, he tried anyway. Just once.
"I-I-I'm pr-pre-," he stopped there. In the trees, he saw them. Mystery Twins gen. 2, Mabel and Dipper. Bill smiled faintly. Mabel had-something sharp and metal and pointy, at least, and she appeared to be trying to get her brother to come over to her while he...walked away. Bill's smile disappeared. He supposed they had good reasons just to leave him.
"Go on."
"I'm pred-,"
Mabel was coming back, without Dipper. She tiptoed closer until she was hiding right behind the Hide-Behind.
"Say it."
Bill was starting to feel dizzy from blood loss. Still, with all the master of the world confidence he could muster, he stood, and he shouted.
"I'm not predictable, and I never will be, you old scared fool!"
Bill felt burning agony, like lava being poured onto his sides, then he heard Mabel scream and saw her stab Hallianiam in the back, before everything went black.