Bill cipher

you are at the school dance and two boys with girlfriends walk up to youboy: ha ha you didn’t have anyone to bring to prom ha ha  his girlfriend; yeah, you’re a useless empathetic no one wanted to dance with you A triangle shadow walks through the door and it’s your boyfriend bill cipher don’t talk about my girl like that boy:what the hell is that Bill has a fireball in his hand ready to throw it at the boy