He had a plan.

He had control.

He had the world.

Weirdmageddon... it proved what he could do. He proved that humans were truly as worthless as they seemed. All that power...

...gone.

And he was mad - no, furious. His entire being was filled to the brim with malice and the intent to annihilate every single force that ever got in his way. Those damned twins... Shooting Star... Pine Tree... How he wished to wring their lives out through their necks. The infinite suffering he could have inflicted upon them...

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...never to be.

If he wasn't frozen as this stupid statue, he would have clenched his fists and caused a forest fire to demonstrate his seething rage. He was so close- but it was over. He hated everything. Everything hated him. He could have screamed. But he laughed instead.

He laughed.

It wasn't over. That's what they all thought. They thought it was over. They thought they had won.

They thought wrong.

Oh, how wrong they were.

For the demon's geometric body had been frozen, but not his mind. Never his mind. And after all this time, he had devised a plan of escape.

Bill Cipher would reign again.