Chosen Successor

Hop

A week. You have been gone for a week.

Bill wandered aimlessly, reckless, and frantic in his search. Anger bubbled within him and was expelled in the form of passerby's turning to ash. He could not remember the last time he was this angry- this desperate. Perhaps it was when the Pines family bested him, or Stan Pines mocking him as he burned alive. It could have also been when the time police had first locked Bill and his friends away for crimes he undoubtedly committed. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But did that even matter at this point?

You were ripped from this dimension, that much he knows. He should have known it would have happened- one almost got you earlier before you settled in that diner. He should have known. Instead, he let his ego take over, too carefree over your safety. After all, you were with the Bill Cipher! The trillion-year-old demon that had demons far beyond his years cower at his feet! Nothing bad would happen under his watch!

At least, he thought so.

Seeing you taken from his grasp was just a reminder to him that he was not in "tip-top shape," and that he was limited to what he could do. And seeing Shooting Star- no, Mabel, she didn't wear the sweater she once did when she was 12- grab your hand, taking her with you into the unknown-

Oh- oh, did it fill him with such deep-rooted rage.

This human did not deserve to step within the same building as you- let alone grab you.

He rolls an eye, the planet within his grasp creaking under the pressure, but ultimately floats off when Bill lets go. There he goes again. Stupid- stupid, stupid. This whole thing made him want to leave this dimension and never turn back. At this point the bricks on his body would crumble and he would fade away into nothing.

He would die.

He sees it. He knows it. Viewing the death of trillions also comes with the view of your own. It wasn't the clearest, nor was it the most accurate, and the millions of other realities and dimensions make it muddy, but in most of them, one thing is crystal clear.

Bricks, his, scattered on the floor, his bowtie and top hat just beside the shattered mess.

Only a few visions that pass his eye are of him, bricks glowing and healthy, with a fuzzy figure standing beside him, holding his hand and dragging him off into space. Those visions always make him freeze, body locking up and eye growing fuzzy. Deep inside, it hurt. The visions were few and far between, an unlikely event for him in this reality.

And a deep, deep part of him that he thought was lost years ago yearns for it. It sickens him, and he groans at the thought of wanting another person's presence around. While searching for you, he often finds himself trying to come up with excuses as to why.

He needs you to help seal the growing tear in the Nightmare Ream! No, he can do it alone if he so chooses.

The Axolotl would come back for revenge after loosing his sacrifice! No, the Axolotl spared you and monitors your wellbeing- the perks of being offered as a sacrifice. He would know if you were in danger.

You and he are linked, he needs you and you need him! Now, he knows that isn't true.

The only link between you and him is bound by the Axolotl's presence. You could leave at any moment, and he would be powerless to stop you. Of course, he knows you wouldn't. Your thoughts betray you, and unfortunately for you, Bill peeps in from time-to-time.

Bill waves away a small planet that had started rotating around his hat as he goes into another tear, looking into the dimension for a split second before popping out once more.