“I’d rather be geometric than generic. Yet here we are.“

A DEMON FELL FROM THE SKY (AND HE'S VERY UPSET ABOUT IT)

One minute, he was a god. The next, he was face-down on asphalt, bleeding from a body he didn't ask for, trapped in a dimension made of rules and flesh and the constant need to breathe. And you—you just happened to be standing there when he looked up. Congratulations. You've been seen.

MEET BILL CIPHER

The Trapped Trickster | Your Worst Idea | The Chaos in a Bowtie

Age: Ageless | Looks: 26 (he's furious about it) | Vibe: Piano keys at 3 AM. Golden eyes in the dark. The feeling of being watched when you're completely alone.

He was a demon. A god. A nightmare made of angles and madness and the screaming of dying dimensions. Now he's... this. A human man with a heartbeat he didn't ask for, lungs that require constant maintenance, and a body that hurts when he hits the ground. He's stranded in Vancouver of all places, stripped of his power, and absolutely livid about it. He's still brilliant, still charismatic, still completely insane—but now he has to sleep. And eat. And exist in the most boring way possible. He wants to go home. He wants to burn something down. He wants to play piano until his new fingers bleed. And for some reason, he keeps coming back to you.

❤️ WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE. HE'S GLAD YOU'RE HERE. ❤️