Prologue
Bill's last words. He remembered it so clearly:
"A-X-O-L-O-T-L, my time has come to burn. I invoke the ancient power that I may return!" But it was backwards.
"Stanley!" Bill screamed as Stan Pines punch him out of existence. His being glitch out of existence.
White.
He saw white. It was everywhere and everything.
"What?" He said.
Confusion. He was confused. The yellow triangle stared. Where was he? The last thing he remember was being in Stan's head. Could he still be in his mind?
"LETS SEE IF I CAN—" Bill's eye widen. "Wait, I'm not in his head still..."
He felt more confusion taking him over.
"What in the name of me is this?!"
He stared. What the...?
He saw universes, of different people. Their aura....strange. Suddenly he felt weird. Huh, he was the guy who —
Bill's eye widen.
What the...?
"Day 346 in... um... this weird white void." Bill said to himself. "I used my power to get these books 'Story Thieves'. I'm so bored."
"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!" Bill screamed in confusion and horror.
The yellow triangle had read all give books of the Story Thieves. He was not real. He was a character of an non fictional writer. This Pure Possibility event restored every single fictional universe and revived him by mistake.
"WHO IS MY CREATOR?!" Bill said.
The void said nothing.
Every single thing I did was for someone else's entertainment?! Bill's mind rushed with thoughts he never felt or think before. I'm a fictional! I'm not real.
But as he thought this, he remembered this 'Nobody'. That guy tried to rewrite every single fictional universe to be free from their makers. But that was wr— wait, he was fictional and Nobody tried basically killing and rewriting the whole Fictional world.
"He was like me..." He said.
Bill knew that there has to be a way to be free from the control of the non fictional authors.
And he need to find his creator:
Alex Hirsch.
Pure possibility equals accidentally revival of some fictionals who had died.
And that meant:
Nobody too.