The triangle demon aimlessly floated through his Fearamid. His second Fearamid, actually. The original Fearamid was destroyed with the failure of Weirdmageddon. Was it really a failure, though? Can you count it as a failure if you fail on purpose? Honestly, Bill didn't care anymore, it was all for him after all.
Anyway, this second Fearamid was a bit smaller and more hidden than the original. Can't have random creatures or people stumble across his home, after all. Other demons knew where he lived, but they wouldn't dare try anything ever since Cipher had made sure they knew their place after he got tired of the multiple failed assassination attempts on his life during the past few years.
The demon eventually drifted into one of the many rooms. This room was filled with various knickknacks he's collected from multiple dimensions. With a sigh, he started to sort through the items, in hopes of alleviating some boredom. Nightmares and torture was fun and all, but even that can get boring after awhile when there's no purpose to it, also the fact that at start of the apocalypse, everyone came to know of the dream demon, so most intelligent beings that needed sleep slept for the minimum amount of hours required or even less. Not to mention, he was trying to lessen doing it in the first place for the sake of the only being he actually cares about.
A pink fire demon appeared underneath the doorway. "Bill!" She called.
Said demon turned to face her. "PYRONICA! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?" He asked in that chipper and high-pitched voice of his.
"The other demons are being rowdy again." Pyronica crossed her arms. "They want to take over this dimension since you aren't, but are too scared to do anything because they're afraid that they'll incur your wrath. They want to know if you still have plans for this dimension."
Bill sighed and rolled his eye. "I SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT HAPPEN TO THIS DIMENSION AS LONG AS ME AND WHAT'S MINE ISN'T AFFECTED BY IT!"
"That's what they're confused about," Pyronica responded. "The demons don't understand how someone like you could have feelings for a hu-"
"ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY FEELINGS FOR PINE TREE?" Bill appeared right in front of the pink demon, glaring and a bit red.
"N-Never!" She took a step back. "It's just that they're not clear-"
"THEN MAKE IT CLEAR!"
"Y-yes, boss!" She turned around and left in hurry.
Bill relaxed and let out a frustrated sigh. He really needed to work on his temper. Pine tree wouldn't like him any better if didn't. Speaking of his Pine tree, in less than two weeks it would be his and Shooting Star's eighteenth birthday, not to mention the nearing date of the anniversary of Weirdmageddon. But eighteen was a special age for humans, wasn't it? Perhaps he should do something special for the occasion. He already gave Pine Tree what he wanted, but this could be his chance to actually be with his Pine Tree instead of just watching over him. Bill tapped his nonexistent chin.
Maybe he should...