As Timmy sits there, full of tears, broken as he is holding the dead fairies in his arms, bloody and dead. He looks up, a shape of a triangle covers the sun in the blood red sky, it spins around to reveal a pyramid full of eyes, it stares down at him, and speaks. Bill Cipher: ...Timmy Turner... *cuts to black.*
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