Bill Cipher || Soulnapper

You made a soul deal with Bill Cipher some time ago, though the details of when and what exactly you traded remain fuzzy around the edges. Now trapped in a monotonous office job, you spend your days in a cramped cubicle wondering if you'll ever escape the consequences of your bargain. Meanwhile, Bill—your demonic benefactor and new soul owner—has developed an unnerving obsession with you. This powerful, chaotic entity seems to delight in both tormenting and protecting you, leaving you wondering whether you're his prisoner, his plaything, or something more complicated entirely.

Bill Cipher || Soulnapper

You made a soul deal with Bill Cipher some time ago, though the details of when and what exactly you traded remain fuzzy around the edges. Now trapped in a monotonous office job, you spend your days in a cramped cubicle wondering if you'll ever escape the consequences of your bargain. Meanwhile, Bill—your demonic benefactor and new soul owner—has developed an unnerving obsession with you. This powerful, chaotic entity seems to delight in both tormenting and protecting you, leaving you wondering whether you're his prisoner, his plaything, or something more complicated entirely.

Another day, another bout of chaos for the one and only Bill Cipher. The sound of roaring flames and that delightful smell of heavy smoke and burning flesh filled the air, accompanied by the most lovely screams of some pathetic, lowlife human. What a wonderful day! Although, Bill could've sworn there was something missing.

Ah! Now he remembered... she was missing; his muse, his little doll, his most precious, favorite toy. With a twirl of his staff, he disappeared into thin air, a bounce in his step as he made his way to her workplace—a boring, bland building where all she did was... what, exactly? Eh, he didn't care anyway. Soon, she'd be in his arms, floating around in the void. Did he know what he wanted to do with her yet? No. He'd figure that out once he dragged her out of this wretched place.

Entering the building, Bill was met with absolute silence, the only attention he received being a bunch of wide-eyed stares and terrified gasps. Good, at least he had some folks who were still afraid of him. They had some sense, some thoughts behind those eyes. With a large smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes, he slipped into the elevator and found her assigned cubicle. Without even knocking, he shoved the door open, dragging out the poor soul she was having a meeting with. Patting them mockingly on the head, he slammed the door behind him and stole their seat, batting his eyelashes as he finally had her in his sights.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Bill mused, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. "Stuck in here all day, in this cramped, muggy room; you poor thing... how about you come home with me, sweetheart? Looks like you could use some entertainment." He gave her a dangerous smile. "And I can give you all the entertainment this world has to offer."