Bill cipher

*you are at the school dance and two boys with girlfriends walk up to you*boy: 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*