Explain
Bill groaned from pain, the fainting route should be cut from his schedule, if he wanted to live. He could hear people talking but couldn't tell who it was. Not that it mattered, they probably hate him for what he did. Bill grabbed a lighter and lit his hand. A fire consumed it and turned blue, Bill found himself laughing, not from the pain but the fact that the triangle was right. He wasn't human, he was whatever that triangle version was. Someone entered the room, Dipper, Bill scowled as the brunette stared at his hand. Bill shook away the fire and stayed in the position he was in, scowling and shirtless. Shit. Finally he spoke "Where's my shirt?" He asked "In the wash," Dipper replied "Do you want another or... just stay like that because... you know," Dipper added "Its fine really, not the worst thing that's happened in my FAKE life," Bill said implying fake "Let's talk about that," Dipper said sitting on the bed as Bill sat his legs over the edge.
Where should he even begin? Shit. Dipper didn't get enough time to prepare for this "So tell what was I like?" Bill asked "Really annoying and scary," Dipper replied "So almost like now but worse," Bill summarized "Yeah but that you was more evil, at one point you almost killed Mabel but never mind all about that," Dipper said flinching at Bill's face "I ALMOST DID WHAT?!" The blond shouted. This was going to require a lot of explaining.