Chapter Text
Here he was again. Sitting here, on a statue of himself, invisible to the world and swinging his legs as though there was nothing wrong. Oh how far he had fallen. Kids defeated him, and here he was, years later, nonchalantly swinging his legs as he sat on his statue of what he once looked like, a literal ghost of himself. Bill shouldn't be so okay with this, and yet, he was.
The demon ghost sighed, looking up at the clear sky. It was probably summer again. It was getting hard for him to keep track of time, except when the Pines twins would come visit his statue to make certain that what they experienced was real and he was gone. They did so several times during summers when they visited. They had visited a few days previous and he had tried as best he could to grab their attention. But he still couldn't properly manifest visibly to them.
Or anyone really.
Animals stayed away. Other ghosts did too once they realized what he was. He was alone in silence constantly. And it was driving the demon ghost insane. Bill wanted something interesting to happen. And soon. Oh God he hoped something would happen soon.