A/N - The important thing is that everybody remains calm.

Wilford's studio is brightly lit, an array of bright color and glitter that might almost be offensive to the eye but somehow when combined it just manages to work. Silver steps out and glances around at the cameras that face the color, shrouded in darkness. It hurts

H̨ u̧͞ ̴rt̨͏s͘̕͞

There's just something about the grey space between the two, the color and the dark, that makes him shake and distort and glitch as he walks.

S̢t͜ ̷̷̕o̴͜͞ o͏͞p̵̨

He freezes.

S҉̛c ̸a̢̡ ̡͏̶r̨̡͡e̡̢̢d

Closing his eyes, Silver fights the urge to break down. He shouldn't be here. This is Wilford's studio. He doesn't belong here. If Dark finds out-

"Silver." He turns. Wilford is stood at the other end of the studio, giving a slight smile. "How you doing buddy?"

Wilford and Silver don't talk. Wilford has never called him buddy. Silver steps back and the pink man raises a hand to try and reassure him. "No no, it's okay. You're safe here. I promise."

s̡ ̛a ͠f͝ e͠ ?͞

Silver twitches and shakes in confusion. This….this doesn't make sense.

"Tobi?"

Silver turns. Bim is stood at the other side of the studio and he looks scared. Is Bim scared of him? He probably should be, but he doesn't want Bim to be scared. Silver reaches up to clasp at the side of his head.

"I̷-I d̛o͘n'̨t.͜.̸.̛I don͜'t kno͟w…" his voice is scratchy and strange and he stops talking. It sounds wrong and he feels the thing in his head shift.

S͟͡t̷a̶ ̸͠y̧ ͡ ̛b̨ ̡a͜c͏̧̡ ̵̸k̵

The two slowly inch closer but neither of them is moving fast. Silver keeps twitching and growls. "Get͏ ͠aw̴a͝y̶ f͡r͜o̸m̨ ͡me!"

They move closer but Silver sees something. Just beyond the light, in the darkness, beside the camera, probably invisible to everyone else is a familiar mess of green hair falling over a shocked face.

"M̛͟a͝r͡v̡i̛n͢?"

Wilford and Bim turn and Bim calls out for him to freeze. Marvin doesn't listen and takes a step back, his hands raised and his face in panic.

M̧̫̞̜͓ͅa͙̟̻͉̟͓̕R̷̡̘̣͓͚̜̳͘v̸͈͍̩̬̦ ̶̫͈i͏͏͉̻͓̮̖̪n͏͉̯͔̦̭

Anger it isn't his swells and consumes Silver. He jerks and launches himself at the magician. He never reaches Marvin though, collapsing to the floor, Natemare crouching over him, a hand pushing against the poor hero's back, keeping him asleep.

"Sorry man." he mutters.

They need to contain him before he gets away again.