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DEATH. Disgusting. Yeah, bill likes killing people, but he doesn't like being killed. Bills never died before, AND HE HASN'T! He's the eternal one, you're not! You'll be dust one day
(so enjoy life while you still got it! You matter, maybe to someone, maybe not, but you're here, YOU TAKE UP SPACE. SO YOU LITERALLY MATTER, DO NOT KILL YOURSELF.)
now that bill has figuratively died, he felt... sympathy for those he killed.
Just kidding, no he doesn't. This is just another block in the road he'll beam into nothingness!
Honestly, bill expected to be in hell. But then he remembered he's banned from hell after visiting for a couple hours. Apparently the devil doesn't like bill. And here bill thought they were buddies! Well, the feeling's mutual, Satan!
Instead of that though, bill woke up in a house. Or something of the sort, he was in a little room, behind him a door. In front of him the doorway to the living room, a sign above saying 'welcome to your new home.' Left and right are doorways, either to the kitchen or to a bathroom.
Bill has already looked through this place, there's not much to look at here. Unfortunately every attempt at teleporting or destroying everything did not work,
But bill isn't a quitter. He'll get his way. He always does.