It's been three weeks.
Others have come in and tried to make contact with him but he's ignored every last one. None of them will let him free from this so they are not worth engaging with. So when the music finally finally stops, cut off after far too long, he looks up tears still streaking down his face to see who has saved him.
Just beyond the plastic wall, absorbed by pressing an array of buttons that Mare doesn't know or care to understand the function of, is a familiar face. A skinny brown-haired weirdo. He looks normal enough, a little scuffed up, like he gets into fights quite often, but the sly smirk on his lips speaks volumes to the uncertain waters of his sanity that lurks beneath the surface.
"Mad?"
"Who are you mad at Mare?" Madpat, undoubtedly a genius but clearly a few of his screws have gotten loose over the years. He speaks with conviction as he continues to press the buttons. "Who do you hate?"
"Dark." Mare mutters.
Mad shakes his head. He seems very much in his element with the machinery, not even pausing as he presses at who knows what. "Oh, I think you can be a little louder than that. Who do you hate?"
Mare reaches to wipe at his face. Without the music constantly playing, they've already stopped. He knows what Mad is trying to do but and it sparks in him, giving him the strength to shake off the depressive state he's been forced to exist in for the last weeks.
"Dark." He growls out as he shifts, shuffling and stretching.
"Why don't we see" Mad finishes with a flourish, "if we can reach them in the cheap seats!" As he steps away from the console, he spins, stopping in front of the cage wall, arms thrown wide, and eyes ablaze as he dares Mare to nut up. Cause they've got work to do. "Who do you HATE!"
The song and the tears are gone. In its place there's just anger and hatred, bubbling in his soul, anger…anger at w-who? who are you? DARK! At this whole building, at every last idiot within these four walls. Mare rises to his feet, the air around him chilling as he gathers himself, stepping forward and passing through the useless walls of his former cage.
Mad's lip quirks. "Not even one roar or rage? No? Uh, you really have no sense of dramatics." he almost sounds disappointed but it's short lived, melting from his face and replaced almost instantly with a smirk. "Tell me its ready." Mare smirks back and Mad can't help but to clap with excitement. "Oh this is gonna be good."
N/A - ...oh dear...