Bill's POV:
Pain is a mere illusion. Humans are, by their very nature, incomplete. They require things to make them feel whole. To make them feel real. I am not human. I am above the illusions that the world has offered to these pathetic worthless creatures. I know all… see all… I have been created with the luxury of seeing past the illusions that mortals welcome. I know the truth behind the lie that they live. Reality itself is but an illusion to shield these weak minded souls from the truth that they do not wish to face. They desire 'order'.
I had been prepared to take that away from them. After all, my existence is far superior to theirs. It wouldn't matter or effect anyone if I were to wipe out a meaningless species that abuses their existence and true purpose anyway. Slaves… that is what they are. That is all they will ever be. Slaves to the more knowledgeable and powerful creatures. However, instead of excepting this, they ran off on their own. Created their own little reality filled with lies and pain.
How ruthless of them, it was. They abandoned all true sense. I was going to make them pay for it. They wouldn't understand. Even I, who is capable of immense power, could not possibly hope to be able to make them understand the cause of their suffering. Nevertheless, I was prepared to have a little fun with it. No sense in taking the time to destroy a race if not to have at least a little entertainment in it.
If I am above all this illusion however… then how could I have been so blind?!
It came too quick for me to register. A sharp intense feeling on my head that ripped me away from the darkness of my thoughts. It made my body shake slightly and a wet substance entered my vision before I could assess what exactly was happening. Out of some strange reflex, I felt myself scream at the sensation. I don't understand! What's… happening to me?! My breaths were sharp and quick. Breaths… I don't breathe. The sensation wouldn't go away. It stayed there and it took me a few moments to realize it was the cause of my reaction. A pressure was felt but I couldn't make it go away.
I feel strange. I feel… different. My body feels heavier than before as well as disoriented. I'm not sure what the substance in my eyes are but I wish it would go away so I could see what was happening around me. Little droplets of the substance rolled down my face, touching the corner of my mouth and I could taste a hint of salt. Wait, since when do I have a mouth?
The pressure removed itself from my head. I heard a slight splash of some sort of liquid before the pressure was applied again. I tensed up, shrieking. Whatever this was, it was even worse than the first time. I decided at that moment that I wasn't very fond of whatever was happening to me right now.
"Careful Ma…. might hurt you…" A voice that seemed rather distant was fading in and out of my hearing. Its… familiar.
I felt my hand grip something cold and sleek in an attempt to help myself endure whatever was happening to me. I don't know why. Instant reaction, I suppose. A feeling entered my head and I, oh so unfortunately, recognized it. Confusion. Very rarely throughout history am I ever without an explanation for what goes on around me. Through all the supposed 'chaos' the mortals endured, I always knew what was happening. I know everything. I am a being that was never created to endure the dilemma of confusion… but I am. I don't understand what's going on. I cant think straight, I'm not having a very good time with whatever's happening, and that stupid liquid substance wont get out of my eyes!
I blinked, processing something for a moment… eyes? As in… more than one?! I feel even more confused than before. What hell is this?!
The pressure came onto my head again, that horribly intense sensation which I am foreign to following a mere millisecond behind it. This time, I actually pushed my mental dilemma and confusion away, yelling in an attempt to end it. "STOP IT!"
My voice sounded different than before. It was still my voice but it had a twinge of desperate panic intertwined with the tone of it. This fact sent me on edge.
Des-per-ate: feeling, showing, or involving a hopeless sense that a situation is so bad as to be impossible to deal with.
Pan-ic: sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, often causing wildly unthinking behavior.
WH-WHAT?! But I'm incapable of-
My thoughts were suddenly cut short as another voice entered my hearing. "Is he gonna be okay?"
That voice. I know that voice. That's Shooting Star, without a doubt. Who's she talking about? I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand!
"I don't think its him you should be concerned about." Another voice answered coldly. Pine Tree?! What are they doing here? What am I doing here?! Where is here?!
"Guys, not the time nor place." Another familiar voice spoke and silenced the twins.
Silver Bullet. What are they all doing?! It'd be against my nature to even consider the possibility that they're the ones causing me such… I don't know what to call it but I don't like it, but I cant understand what's going on here. At the very least, it would lessen my wrath if the brats would give me some insight into what's happening!
I started blinking in an attempt to remove the substance in my eyes. Slowly but surely, three blurred figures entered my vision and began to form distinct features till my eyes were completely clear. They were all staring at me warily, Pine Tree mostly with hate. Mabel, though still fearful, had somewhat a look of concern in her eyes. Silver Bullet was holding a cloth with a bright red substance and the smell of some sort of alcoholic cleanser was adrift in the room.
With every fiber of my being, I glared at them. Do they have any idea what I'm like when I'm mad?! I attempted to stand up and move forward towards them to intimidate them into answering my questions but I felt myself get held back by something. I looked back to see my wrist handcuffed to the post of what I was laying on. It was then that my anger was subsided, if only for a moment, to take in the strange anomaly before me.
My wrist looked different. My whole arm did. I blinked, processing the change and trying to think back and tell if there was a time in the past in which I had decided to change my appearance for some reason. I couldn't recall any. I shook my suspicions and confusion off in denial. This… This can't possibly be my arm! I moved it, bringing my hand up to my eyes and bending the pale slender fingers. I can feel and move it. This is my arm but why does it look different?!
The twins and Silver Bullet silently stared as I gazed upon my arm in disbelief. My eyes, turning a demonic red, lifted to meet their eyes and they all flinched. "What… is this?!" I asked, my voice low and overlapped.
There was a moment of hesitation before Silver Bullet reached down into a satchel sitting next to her and pulled out a hand mirror. She was slow and I felt the impatience of my under informed self grow restless. I lashed out, grasping her wrist with my free hand and she yelped as I yanked her forwards.
Shooting Star gave a short scream, running forward and trying to get my hand off her wrist. "Ivory!"
"Bill! Let her go!" Pine Tree exclaimed, pulling out a hatchet and aiming it high but I paid no mind.
Silver Bullet struggled in my grasp and I was prepared to use my magic and make sure she paid for her incompetence but I stopped, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror she was holding. A sense of dread filled my very soul at the person staring back at me.
I'm human…
No, that's not possible! The girl finally managed to yank her wrist out of my grasp and backed away, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush she'd just experienced. I was too caught up in the shock of what I was seeing to immediately attack them. She'd dropped the mirror in her attempts to get away from me and I slowly picked it up off the floor, gripping the handle as a rush of feelings I'd never experienced before began to wash over me.
My reflection… I'm beginning to question if its some sort of bewitchment or illusion to fool me into thinking that this was actually me. It feels so real though. I lift a hand to my cheek, feeling my face. There was more than just an eye there. There were two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. I used my tongue to feel the inside of my mouth. There's teeth as well, slightly sharp. My hand drifted back towards the fluffy light hair on the side of my head, feeling around in it. I have ears.
I can hear my heartbeat in the back of my head and feel it thudding wildly in my chest, a physical heart that wasn't there before. My newfound lungs are beginning to draw in more air by the second as a result of my growing panic. Panic is not an emotion I am accustomed to feeling but this would certainly be the right occasion for it.
The room has gone silent again. My hand, which had begun shaking at some point, clenched. Pure anger took over my expression. I tried to faze my wrist through the cuff. I didn't expect it to be much of an effort. It didn't happen though. I tried again. No… No! No! No!
I turned to the three people in the room and they tensed as I aimed my hand at them and got ready to fire… but nothing happened. My powers… they're gone. My expression unwillingly shifted to panic again. Pine Tree cautiously opened his eyes when the impact didn't come. He saw what was happening and a relieved and partly smug expression came upon his face. I wanted to melt it right off.
"Well, looks like this just got a whole lot easier." He commented.
The fear left their expressions and Silver Bullet came close to me again, more ready for the chance of me snapping out and grabbing her. She came closer. No, what is she doing?! I found the heart in my chest begin to race with panic, confusion, and something I never thought I'd experience… fear. Fear of being defenseless without my magic. Fear of the newfound sensation I was experiencing that was causing my head to throb. Fear of the unknown…
She came closer and neither Shooting Star nor Pine Tree tried to protest against it. I found myself subconsciously backing up despite me having nowhere to go till she was right up next to me. I wanted to glare at her, screech in rage, choke her, but my body felt like it was frozen. What's happening to me?! There was a long moment of silence and I didn't know what to say in order to break it. The whole situation was making me more uncomfortable than I've ever been in all my existence.
Finally, she spoke. "Sit down."
A glare finally made it's way onto my face and though she flinched, she didn't back down. "I don't take orders from worthless meat bags!" I hissed.
"Bill Cipher, if you want to figure out anything at all about what's happened, then sit down. We could just leave you to your aggravating confusion for all eternity. It would certainly make us a lot more secure… or, you can sit down and we'll start providing answers. Which will it be?" She asked.
A dark chuckle escaped my lips. "Is this a deal? I sit down and you give me satisfaction for my frustration?"
She nodded, holding her hand out. Pine Tree and Shooting Star both looked uneasy and I myself was questioning if this was a good idea, lowering myself to listening to a human's command in provision of answers. I'm the all seeing eye and there's a gap of information I'm missing that they can fill, so what is a dream demon to do? The only sensible thing anyone would do.
I took her hand, shaking it. Blue flames engulfed our hands and I was relieved to know that some of my magic was still there. She looked less than happy about this fact and I smiled darkly. "It's a deal."