Thank whoever made the Jim Twins for their undying levels of loyalty and seeming lack of self-preservation instincts. If not for their lack of problem with distracting Dark and Google right now, Bing would have no chance of sneaking into where they'd managed to contain Natemare. See he has questions and he knows neither of them will allow him anywhere near his attacker so sneaking around is really his only option. Plus he's still mad at Dark so anything that ticks the grey guy off is just an added bonus really.
It's a secluded part of the Google's computer lab, somewhere that Bing's been maybe a handful of times without getting kicked out. There's a lot of sensitive equipment in here and he'd probably damage something so he hardly blames Goog for keeping him out. For the best ultimately. It looks like just a big see-through plastic box but Bing knows that there's definitely more to it than that. The details don't matter, as long as whatever it is is doing it's job and keeping Natemare from getting loose, that's all that matters.
As he draws close, he sees Natemare is curled up in a corner, trying to make himself as small as possible, hiding from the music that plays loud enough to be heard all throughout the room. Bing doesn't know since he was asleep but it's the same music that Red used to put Natemare to sleep. It sounds like a music box and the tune is oddly familiar. Something about an old clock or something?
"Natemare." Bing calls out. The figure doesn't move or make any indication he heard. Bing probably shouldn't move closer but he's never been a one for reasonable actions and shuffles closer to kick gently at the plastic wall.
Natemare raises his head at the noise and Bing sees him for the first time. He's pale, untidy, unkempt black hair that falls into his eyes, and blue-purple lines that run down his cheeks like tears. It looks like there are real tears on there too, and he looks distressed. This is the guy who attacked him?
"Are you Natemare?"
"Turn it off." he mutters.
"I don't think I can do that." Bing's looks to the speakers as the song starts over again.
"Turn it off!" The shout is desperate, almost angry as he pulls his knees closer to his chest. Hearing someone who caused such trouble, that Dark, Google, and even the Host are adamant is a danger, to see him in such a panic feels wrong to him. Bing shakes his head and turns slightly, not able to maintain eye contact with the thing in the cage. "You can make it stop! Make it stop!"
Bing looks away, nervous as he speaks again.
"Are you attacking the King of the Squirrels?" King is passed out in the clinic and Dr Iplier doesn't know what's happened to him. His best friend now occupies the bed where he'd been not an hour or two before and it kills him. The timing is too coincidental, the others say that King tackled Natemare, so it stands to reason that this is some fallout from that attack. This is just Natemare messing with all of them as some fricked up back up plan since they interfered with his plans for Bing. "What did you do?"
Mare buries his head again. "Nothing."
"You need to stop hurting him."
"I'm not."
"Stop it!"
Mare looks up, enraged. "I'm not!"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Bing practically screams it, punching at the plastic wall.
"ASHLEY!" Dark's voice booms through the room and silences both of them. All that can be heard is the continuing music, and the background ringing that always accompanies Dark's aura from where he stands in the doorway. "Come with me."
Bing follows Dark through the halls, all the way back to the clinic, silently seething at the grey ego's back. Dark directs him to sit somewhere out of sight but where he will still hear everything.
"Sit there, shut up, and listen. And for once in your life, try using that brain you keep between your ears the way it was intended."
Dark turns and approaches King of the Squirrel's bed.