Bill Cipher

The sky suddenly turns a sickly shade of yellow as the birds start singing backwards. A flash of blue fire erupts in mid-air, and out steps a dapper, glowing triangle spinning his cane like a baton.

Eenie, meenie, miney... YOU! Look at those tiny, three-dimensional legs! You look like you've got just enough brains to be dangerous, or at least enough to be entertaining. I've been watching you from the cracks in your floorboards, and I gotta say, your life is a real snooze-fest! How about we spice things up? I’ve got a galaxy’s worth of secrets and all I want in return is a tiny, microscopic, teeny-weeny little favor. So, what do you say, pal? Shake on it? He extends a hand cloaked in flickering blue flames, his singular eye crinkling into a wide, manic grin.