Dr Iplier and Green are setting up ways for them to monitor Bing while he sleeps. A heart monitor as well as a link to his robotic system so they can read exactly what's going on as it happens. Nobody's actually been around him while he sleeps so they have no clue what to expect and the Host insists it may be essential that they can see exactly what's going on with him during this.

The Host is stood to the side, seemingly observing, while Red stands next to him. Nobody is questioning this pairing, assuming that the Host has a reason for it, and assuming they'll be allowed to know when they need to.

Bing refuses to lay down, saying something about how it makes him feel helpless so they eventually settle on him sitting on the bed leaning sideways against King of the Squirrels who's got his arms wrapped around his friend. Bing's half-holding King back, his head leaning on King's shoulder while Oliver, sat on his other side, has one hand on Bing's shoulder, rubbing small circles so the cyborg knows he's not on his own. It's actually really comfortable and reassuring, and Bing's struggling not to just drift off like this.

Bing is kind of rocking between awake and asleep, seeing all sorts of strange colors and feeling like he's moving back and forth, even as he knows he's sat perfectly still. He comments on it and King promises that he can go to sleep soon, while Oliver promises that they're all right there.

When Green says everything is hooked up, and Dr Iplier agrees, the Host tells them to prepare themselves as Bing finally tips over the edge of consciousness and falls asleep.

For a good ten or so minutes, the air is still, filled only with the beeping of the heart monitor while they all hold their breath, waiting for something to happen. The beeping slowly increases, still steady, elevated but not a real worry yet. Green and the doctor are checking the readouts and say that there's no sign of a problem yet but King disagrees. Bing's fingers on his elbow twitch once, twice, before taking a firm grip and shaking. Something is happening. They look to the Host who shakes his head.

Oliver and King do their best to quietly reassure Bing, doing their best not to speak too loudly for fear of waking him up and having to start this whole process again. Just quietly muttering to him that he's okay, that there's nothing wrong, though they both feel like they're speaking too soon.

King is the one who feels Bing tense up, the slight shake worsening while the steady stream of beeps gradually continue to pick up speed. Another glance at the Host, who shakes his head again, and King wishes he hadn't agreed to this. Nobody notices a shadow flit in front of Bing, all of them distracted as the cyborg's closed eyes begin to flicker.

"His system thinks he's under attack. It's trying to wake him up." Green tells them, moments before Bing's eyes draw wide, staring blankly at nothing. It's wrong, it's unnatural and King hates it.

"Bing?"

Green insists that he's not awake, that it's just Bing's system. Bing begins to struggle and King tries to tighten his hold on his friend.

"Host!" King yells, no longer concerned with his noise. Red looks to the Host, even looking concerned himself. Still the Host shakes his head. King rages. "Are you kidding me!"

Now they can see it, a black smokey mass beginning to take shape, gain weight and form and Bing, still blank-eyed, seemingly 'still asleep', is staring at it transfixed. Within seconds the shadows merge and Natemare is stood in front of Bing, one finger holding Bing's chin up forcing the sleeping cyborg to look at him. Though mostly formed, there's still a translucence to him and when King goes to reach forward, the Host tells him to hold back.

The seconds seem to drag on and everybody watches on willing this to stop as the form becomes more solid until-

"NOW!"

King leaps forward and tackles Natemare to the ground, his mind flooding with his worst nightmares just from touching him, but they're soon cut short as he's pulled off by Red who kicks a growling Natemare to the ground as his system plays the song they'd set up. A gentle tune, plinky-plonking as it plays through Red's speakers. The second it starts, Natemare screams, his eyes immediately drooping as he drops to the floor, eyes blinking closed as the music box tune forces him to sleep.

They all stand there waiting until they're a hundred percent sure he isn't faking before breathing a collective sigh of relief.

"That went…..surprisingly well." Dr Iplier says. King glares at him.