I stared at the empty throne, listening to 2D singing. Occasionally, he would ask questions that I would answer in one word responses. I was afraid the singer had gone mad, listening to him talk to himself, as if someone was sharing that small prison cell with him.
"All fis, jus' teh make some music. Wot 'ave I done? I'm gonna die 'ere wif Muds… an' mum'll never know wot the 'ell 'appened teh meh." He said lowly to himself, I turned my head and saw fat tears running down his face.
"2D…" I said but he clamped his hands over his ears.
"DON'T TALK!" he bellowed. "SHUTTUP!" he yelped. I could understand his rage; after all, it was my fault that he was here. It was my fault he had two big black holes for eyes. I strained against the chains weakly, feeling a scab break on my shoulder and begin to bleed again. Glass was still embedded into my side and I moved slowly due to the pain.
It had been something of a day, but I couldn't know for sure. A servant of Satan's had come through with some food and left it for me and Stu to eat. He didn't touch his plate but I devoured mine.
The food was still there, just getting cold. "2D!" I shouted over his hands. He pretended not to hear me. "OI!" I shouted again, irritated. "BRAIN-ACHE!" this seemed to snap him out of it as he sat up and unclamped his hands. "Eat yer food." I growled, straining against the chains.
"Why? I want teh die fast'r." he said glumly.
"You won' die! Listen teh me Face- erm, Stuart." I said, the singer's real name sounded strange to me. "I am going to die 'ere but you aren'! Noods an' Russ are comin' fer ya!" 2D looked puzzled.
"Wot?" he said, his brain whirring sluggishly inside his head.
"I-I broke me deal wit' Satan, I will die down 'ere, my time 'as come." I said, desolate. "But Noodle and
Lards'll get ya, you need teh be strong an' ready fer 'em. Eat please." I begged. The singer pressed his face against the bars of his cage.
"W-wot do yew mean yew'll d-die 'ere Muds? We'll get ya out!" he said, scared. I shook my head sadly.
"I-I won' make it ou'. I've been runnin' long enough 2D. I want you teh do two things fer me though." I replied.
"Anyfing." the blue-haired man said.
"I want ya teh make sure Noods gets ou' of this place, don' let her stay teh try an' save me." I said urgently. 2D nodded, and without any words picked up his food and took a small bite.
"I 'ate fis place." He murmured. I nodded.
"I do too." I replied. I looked down at my chained feet and sat down. It was like being on Death Row, and I couldn't run this time. "Noods." I whispered to the ceiling. "Where are you?"