The last place Mare should be is in Mad's workshop, but he isn't exactly going to be wanted around by the egos. It seems it's not just Dark that weird kid managed to charm but damn near every last one of them and now they have him back, Mare is going to be top of their shit list. Not to mention that Dark's made it more than abundantly clear that he isn't welcome in that building. Mare has no one and nowhere else and so to the workshop he heads.
Mad is awake, sat tinkering at a desk in silence and Mare does all he can to make no noise.
"I'm disappointed in you, Mare." Mad's voice is disturbingly calm, cutting through the air and freezing Mare in place. Mad has always had sort of a sixth sense for Mare's presence. "It was exactly what I was looking for. Exactly what I needed."
"You're hardly a paragon of promise yourself." Mare is smart enough to keep his distance. Though his greatest friend, Mad is still mad, and knows how to capture Mare if he should feel so inclined. "He was in there a week. If you'd just listened to me-"
"They're going to be prepared for you. They know where I am." Mad continues, he still won't turn, his voice still even and Mare almost wants Mad to go crazy, this even-headedness is just so unnerving. "You have completely eradicated your worth to me and my endeavours." Mare scowls. His best friend. Just like Dark. Only cares about Mare when there's something he can get out of it. "I'm almost sorry that it's come to this….almost."
Reaching forward, Mad presses a button and four old speakers, one hanging in each corner of the room, crackle into life. Too late Natemare realises what's happening and though he shouts in anger, that old music box music winds into life. Mare tries to block it out with his hands over his ears but it's useless.
Two verses pass and the tears he fights back break through, another verse and Mare drops to his knees, holding himself tight and fighting hard not to sob aloud. He doesn't see Mad gather everything from around the workshop, the tools, the trinkets, the debris. Every scrap of metal, every piece of equipment, everything of real use to him is gathered and removed, piece by piece. He doesn't see how Mad refuses to look at him, or how Mad's angered glare doesn't drop for a single second before he leaves for the last time.
The speakers and the music don't leave and it's twenty straight minutes before Mare has the strength open his eyes. Mad is gone. He's alone. Completely and utterly alone just like then. Mare's form flickers as he falls to the floor, his eyes closing again. Nobody is going to come here. Nobody is going to find him. They never do. They never find him.