The fury that had once blurred my vision was now replaced with the actual haze of something more ominous.. a new realm of reality. I had been outsmarted, sadly, by an idiot and a six fingered freak. This new realm I was in was complete white. I looked on to see nothing but more of this inhospitable landscape. Fury... something that I could use to describe my current mood.

I knew I was still inside the memory erase gun, my only hope of escaping was for an outside force to crack the glass that once more encased me. The gravity here was much heavier on me, deeming my flying abilities useless. I would have to go on foot, unless I could create an anti-gravitational bubble of some sort. I tried to use my powers but found that those were minimized too, I say minimize because once I get out of here I would raise hell on Earth again.

Reality is an illusion, I thought. But this was not reality, my powers were useless here. The universe is a hologram but what good does that do me when I'm stranded here, no way to contact the outside world and no way to signal for... help. How I hated that word, help seemed under me... I am too good for help.

I am... Bill Cipher!