Everything around him burned.

Everything he had built was destroyed.

Everything that had been achieved was tripped from him.

He was being deleted from the very world, and there was nothing he could do about it. So he called out desperately to something even greater than himself. A desperate prayer to an ancient power. A bid to return. Even if it meant a time with another form.

It was just his luck that not only had his own prayer been heard, but that another desperate heart had called to their own equally ancient power and had been heard in turn. Powers mixed and mingled as two prayers were answered as one. Thus as one era ended, another was allowed to be born.

When Bill became aware of the world around him, he first thought that he was back in the nightmare realm. Back in the place he called home. However there was too much order here. Which lead him to his next conclusion. He was in someone's dream. Close enough to one's mindscape that it showed who they were, yet far enough away that he had influence over it. Though within seconds he realized influence was all he would have.

Bill was far weaker than he had ever been. If he had to guess he had maybe a fraction of a fraction of the power he had BEFORE wierdmageddon. That was fine though. That just meant he had to start small. Something he had done many a time before. So no worries. He just had to scope out his first target.

With that he truly took in the dreamscape around him. It filled him with a sense of nostalgia. With in the void of the dream floated books. Thick texts of knowledge hoarded for their contents. With a glance and a tiny flex of his miniscule power he saw into them. Culture, history, etiquette, and magic. Oh there was much about magic. Not just small rituals either. Oh no. This was big time mage craft. Theories and equations that turned the art of the spell into a science. He could use that.

He looked closer at the books and their contents. He was distantly reminded of his previous pawn, Stanford Pines. This was clearly someone who sought out knowledge where ever it hid. However, unlike old Sixer, they didn't do it for the sake of knowledge. No most of this information was on rules and regulations. What one was expected to do. How one was meant to act. How to use the rules to get and/or keep what you wanted. This was someone who sought control, and planned to do it from the inside. THIS he could exploit.

"What is this place?" A young girls voice called into the void.

Ah, that meant it was showtime. His soon to be pawn was now aware of her whereabouts. Appearing before the dreamer was simple, AND let him take a look at what soon be his new body. Girl before him looked quite young. Early teens perhaps. Maybe a little older if she was a late bloomer. The pink hair was unexpected, but not too new to him. Even if it was her natural hair color. The way she attempted to rally after the surprise of his arrival, as well as the stance and tone, confirmed that she not only had need to look like she was in control, but also that she was likely a noble of some sort. Which would explain all the etiquette and courtly knowledge.

So he was dealing with a young noble with control issues? Perfect.

"You are in the place where the great become the greatest. Where genius is given its due. Where only the mightest in mind and spirit may tread. My domain. The place of dreams." He announced then with a snap of his fingers a teapot appeared with a matching cup and saucer. "Tea?"

In a daze the young noble accepted his hospitality and even sat in a chair that hadn't been behind her till that moment.

"How did I get here? I was just…"

"You called to me, and I answered. However I do not have the means to materialize in your world. So I brought you here." He answered smoothly.

"That means you're my familiar? But if you can't come to my world…" Familiar huh? So it was THAT kind of magical society? This just kept getting easier and easier didn't it? "How can I prove that you answered my call? How can I complete the ceremony?"

"Simple, we make a deal. I am a great and powerful spirit of knowledge and magic without a body. You are a student desiring a powerful and knowledgeable familiar. I think we can make something work."

That got the girl's attention. Though she seemed cautious, it was obvious that her desperation and eagerness was quickly overpowering said caution. It was also clear that this was way out of her comfort zone. Judging by her worry about this ceremony, this wasn't exactly how things were done. Too bad.

"What do you have in mind?" She asked.

"How about this, You will have access to my vast knowledge to peruse at your leisure, and have my power at your beck and call. In exchange I get to live in your head, feel through your senses, and at times act through your body to bring my considerable might to bear."

"How does that prove to others that I have a familiar?"

"When I act through another's body they display very telling traits. Also my voice is quite distinct."

The noble girl took her time sipping from her tea as she thought over the deal. However Bill already knew her answer. The carrot was far too tempting after all.

"I will accept your terms." Yes! "I'd just like to make one change." GRR!

"What change is that?" He asked keeping frustration out of his voice with the ease of practice.

" As my familiar, you can only act through my body with my permission." That was doable. ANNOYING, but doable.

"I can accept that term." He conceded than extended his hand. "So then, do we have a deal?" His hand lit ablaze with magical blue fire.

The girl looked at the extended appendage with a mix of confusion, awe, and a dash of fear. Then she visibly collected her courage and grasped his hand. "We have a deal."

Bill Cipher loved with a plan came together.