Bing spends most afternoons hanging out in the shadows of King's trees. There's something about sitting beneath their shade that feels like he's hanging out with his best friend and he can't help but be drawn to it. As the sun starts to set, there's this particular point in the afternoon when the light hits the leaves just right and the trees practically seem to glow with life. It has to be some sort of magical tree thing.
He's waiting for that moment when he spies movement near the building in his peripheral, though he ignores it, instead just staring up from where he's laid in between the trees. It's probably the Jims, they come and go like nobody's business and if they want him for something they'll come over.
Bing frowns when he hears something hit the ground near him, bouncing across the grass before rolling gently across it. Sitting up, he looks to see that it's his baseball. That's weird. He swears he left that in his room. As he looks around trying to see who would have thrown it at him, Bing sees nothing, and so he lays down again. Maybe the Jims or Silver borrowed it and forgot to take it back inside.
"Ow!" Bing bolts up, a hand held to his head as pain erupts where the baseball bounces off it. "What the-!" his words die in his throat as he looks up, expecting to see one of the Jims having thrown the baseball at him, but faced with a stranger.
"Sorry." the stranger says almost like he's singing it, his hands clasped behind his back as he shifts between the balls and the flats of his feet. "Couldn't resist."
Scrambling to his feet, Bing panics, worried that this dude, whoever he is, is there to hurt the trees. If the trees get hurt, King gets hurt and he would rather die than allow that to happen.
"Oh no. No no." the man takes a few steps forward, though keeping the distance between them reasonable. Bing instinctively shuffles back a little as a strangely odd looking finger points directly at the cyborg."You're what I'm here for."
Bing's eyes go wide and about fifty alarm bells ring in his head. There is no time to think about this, Bing immediately climbing to his feet and making a break for the building. Dark carefully controls everything and everyone who comes into this building. There is no way in heck that he let this guy in, and he just happens to want Bing? No. Bing's all for trying to think the best of people but survival doesn't come from taking a chance.
Unfortunately, as Bing runs, so does the stranger, practically laughing as he easily passes the cyborg, crouching directly in front of him, his eyes filled with madness and his arms spread wide. "Now don't be like that. I just want to talk."
That's what his words say but the tone, this guy's eyes, Bing suspects that this talk is going to involve very little actual talking and he needs to get away from this madmanright now. Bing steps back, his mind immediately filling with a mess of nightmarish visions and strangeness that send him to his knees. Trying to catch his breath, Bing glances over his shoulder, where Natemare stands, waving at him with the hand that just pushed him down.
Turning back, the maniac is still grinning, though he's no longer in his attack stance, his hands instead clasped before him in glee.
"Well, for now it is."
A/N - ...it probably won't end well for one of them.