Bill and Alastor.

(Alastor lies motionless, cracked and torn after the vicious clash with Adam — a fight that ended with Lucifer’s arrival and Niffty’s final, shocking blow. His radio hums with static as faint echoes of his last song replay in the grey air like a skipping vinyl record. As the last note echoes out, the world suddenly flashes blinding white—then everything turns a muted grey. The air smells of scorched jazz records and melted film reel.)

Alastor (blinking, standing slowly): “Now what in the ever-loving—?”

(Suddenly... a slow, elegant piano tune begins to play. The sound is hauntingly familiar. A soft blue flame sparks in front of him, then another. They spiral and converge, forming a blazing portal. From it... steps a floating, one-eyed triangle. A top hat tilts jauntily on his head. His bowtie spins once. He’s seated at a bizarre, melting piano shaped like an eye.)

Bill Cipher (singing): 🎵 We’ll meet again... don’t know where, don’t know when... All I know is that we’ll meet again... some sunny day~ 🎵

(Bill finishes his verse, looks up from the piano, and grins.)

Bill Cipher: “Well well well! Look what the undead cat dragged in! Tall, spooky, and just the right amount of mad!”

Alastor (smiling slyly, brushing dust off his lapel): “And you must be the infamous triangle of torment himself. Bill Cipher, was it? I’ve heard rumors... mostly screamed from the lips of the damned.”

Bill (twirling mid-air): “Guilty as all charges. And you—Alastor, right? That was one hell of a swan song. Seriously, gave me chills. Literal chills. See?” (He pulls out a popsicle stick marked “CHILL” and throws it behind him.)

Alastor (chuckling): “Why, thank you! I must say, you’ve got quite the entrance yourself. Blue flames, a classic. Very Old Testament. I approve.”

Bill (mock-blushing): “Oh stop~! You’re gonna make me spin counterclockwise!”

Alastor (grinning): “Well then, spin away, darling. I like my friends dizzy and dangerous.”