"But I'm nobody." Bing tries to insist as Mad crouches in front of him. He reaches forward, plucking Bing's glasses from his face, folding them closed before tossing them away and shaking his head emphatically.
"No no no. You are so very special." The same hand comes back, cupping Bing's cheek though the cyborg tries and fails to lean away. This is a hundred levels of wrong but he can't move fast enough to get away, and then there's Natemare. So he's forced to just stay on the ground, staring into those mad eyes. There's something crazy in them, and Bing doesn't know how he's going to get out of this.
"I'm just a Bing droid. Google's much-" SMACK! Bing's lie is cut off as he's smacked hard enough for his cheek to turn a bright red. Cradling it, he tries to blink the tears from his eyes before they fall.
"You're not a droid." That strange looking finger is waggling in his face again. His eyes roam over Bing's form searching for the seams as though they might leap out at him from beneath the skin. "You are something far more interesting."
Bing doesn't like the way this guy is looking at him, still cradling his cheek as he tries again. "I'm just a Bing droid."
The maniac gives an exasperated sigh and draws back. "Mare."
Bing's breath practically stops as Natemare touches the top of his head, filling his mind with visions of dark shapes, shadows and monsters all around him, screaming and shouting, though Bing himself is silent, unable to fight or do anything until Mad nods and Mare lets him go.
Taking desperate gulps of air as he falls forward, Bing stops when Mad uses a single finger to raise his chin so their eyes are forced to meet. Mad's words falter when he sees the stark difference between Bing's eyes. The right one is a stark blue, while the left is more dull with flecks of brown. Mad moves the cyborg's chin this way and that in an attempt to get a better look at the difference.
"Which one is real?" Mad muses before pointing to the left one. "It has to be that one, right? I can't imagine he'd have purposefully given you an imperfect one."
Bing's eyes slip sideways towards the building before flicking back. There's cameras above the door pointed out into the garden. Dark insists on recording everything in the building, absolutely everything. Something about safety. Oh please, please let someone be watching the cameras. "What do you want with me?"
Mad's grin is shiver-inducing as he draws back giving an approving nod to the cyborg. "You're special, Bing. I need your special help to do something very important." his voice is weird, almost like he's talking to a young child which to Mad, he probably is. Someone so inexperienced and wilfully ignorant that they need to be spoken to like a child so they have every chance of understanding.
"Wh-What kind of help?" If he can stall long enough, someone is going to notice. Someone is going to see him in trouble on the cameras and come to help. They're going to come.
Mad stands up again, brushing himself down as he looks down at Bing who has the sense not to stand with him. "The kind of special help where I don't actually need you conscious."
Natemare's hands have moved, one hovering by each of Bing's ears, the cyborg oblivious to the movement, opening his mouth to ask, when everything goes black.