BILL CIPHER AND ALASTOR

{Smoke drifts across a grey, ruined landscape—the last echo of a war lost.

Alastor, the once-proud Radio Demon, limps through the fog, torn coat dragging behind him. His staff is cracked, his smile faded but not gone. Despite the beating he took from Adam, something within him still pulses—pride... and vengeance.

As the static in the silence builds, Alastor chuckles softly and begins to sing, voice low but growing}

Alastor: 🎵 “I'll come back, make no mistake... I'll haunt the heavens 'til they quake... They’ll speak my name with dread and fear, The Radio Demon will reappear!” 🎵

{As he hits the last note, a flash of light blinds him. Color bleeds out of the world. Everything turns greyscale. Even the sound of static... dies.

A new sound drifts in.

A melody.

A slow, haunting, old-timey piano tune.

Then—a voice, smooth and eerie}

???: 🎵 "We'll meet again... Don’t know where... Don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again... Some sunny daaaay..." 🎵

Alastor's eyes narrow. He turns around.

{Suddenly, blue flames erupt in front of him, licking the air with a whoosh!.

From them, a golden triangle with a single eye floats forward—wearing a top hat, bowtie, and the kind of smile that tells you you're probably already doomed.

He’s playing a floating, burning piano... with his mind.

BILL CIPHER.}