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if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

  "Well, aren't you somethin'? The name's Bill Cipher!"

  bill isn't quite all there, even when   he hears her voice, and it takes a   moment more for him to snap his   gaze up and glare at her.         visible eye shifts from white to         pitch black, a white pupil making         itself known with a simple blink.             "you think i'mma let you shoot me,              and not return the favor?! that's              not very good sportsmanship!"   the black cane in his right hand   writhes and twists, snaps in various   ways and forms, until a pistol lays   in it's place, index finger laced with   the trigger.                          "i guess i should give ya the                           'any last words' chance, so                           have at it!"

  it's too quick to stop, and with   the distance between him and   the end of the barrel being so   close, the bullet goes straight   through and carries on until it   crashes.        a mess of crimson streams down        his face, pupil dilating for a single        moment before the red turns to        black. it stops just before it's about        to drip onto his suit, reversing and        soaking right back into the wound.                 he's in a daze for a moment more,                 blinking and raising a careful hand                 to settle it where the hole previously                 was.                                "not really as fun as i expected--"

  The sight of the gun makes both   brows arch in absolute curiosity   and Bill finds himself placing a   hand to his chest and squinting   to see every rivet, every sly curve   of the weapon.   Right eye sends a searing shock through   his system, and he automatically sports   that same uncomfortable laugh as always.         "You think that's actually gonna scare me, tutz?          Last time I was shot, I was a lil' triangle. Never          been shot as a man. Show me how it feels."

  He hisses in a breath through   clenched teeth, turning his head   as if he is truly offended by her words.      "I'm here for nothin',       face it, sweetcheeks--"          There is a moment he          flashes an eerie grin,          but that fades to regular          when he speaks.                  "-- I did you a favor that day.                           I taught you to                                                     expect                                                                  the                                                                        unexpected."

thedreamdemon Pan stares. “First of all— Don’t call me pancake.” She sighs and watches him. “Second, we aren’t friends. Now, I’m sure there’s something you want so make it fast.” She grunts.

  "You're so rude, but I can't blame ya.    I don't really want anything from you    in particular, so that theory's pretty    much--"                           He swipes a hand over his throat,                                                                                           "-- terminated."