Even standing up was beginning to hurt now. His feet were slowly swelling and his toes were going numb. Patches of thick cracked skin lined the base of his feet and the softer skin ballooned outwards with pale grey blisters. He had been forced to his hands and knees. Was this how those monsters felt? Moody and cantankerous he was forced into an awkward shuffle across the ground like a deformed spider but his feet just couldn't handle his weight, not right now not without any proper food at least just something to get his strength up.
A low guttural mutter drew his gaze downwards and he decided against better judgement to take a peek. It might take his mind off of his pain or make him void his gut either way he might feel a little better. Pulling himself over he wrapped his claws around the edge of the hole he had fallen down earlier, rubble now turned metal plates created a low slope down to the next level. It was not huge but it was bigger than where he resided, grooves in the walls hinted at the activities below as something had seemingly chipped away at the walls and ceiling, to make grooves like that it must've been pretty big. Along the metal floor he spied that block again, shiny and turquoise it still leaked a purple gas-like aura as if the block itself were bleeding, but now it was joined by three other blocks and had been nestled in a gross pedestal of someone's twisted corpse bent backwards like a table intertwined with other corpses but with flesh reaching out like little fingers grasping these strange blocks delicately. The longer he stared at the blocks the more his vision warped playing tricks and blurring his view it almost made it look like there were figures in the curling smoke their indistinct bodies blocking the smokes path but immobile as the glow wrapped and coiled around them. Those voices seemed a little more agitated now, was it possible that these blocks spoke? They were made out of the pearl-like core of his species were these voices those of the dead all pushed into this one block? Was that even possible? A low hiss reminded him he wasn't meant to be drowning himself in the strange aura of these blocks; he almost had to physically pull his face away to turn away from those things and the low rumbling cacophony of indistinct voices it presented. To the wall a familiar face glared back at him, it took him a few moments to put the face to its familiarity but it snapped back with a horrible feeling that made him want to turn away from the xenophobic child. Lanky had almost forgotten all about this child, V'tii or whatever it was, and his tiny little cage of a prison. His small body looked dishevelled as well and various cuts and bruises marked his body to the point of making the small scar over his eye seem insignificant. It was probably harder for him to get food as he was still caged, but tighter than before now. The gold bards that had imprisoned him before now clung tightly to his skin as they fused into the metal walls suspending him a good two feet from the ground, his left arm was held outwards at an odd angle as metal strips around his wrist held it down tight, but his head was free to move and he had thus far kept perfect eye contact with Lanky and there was nothing good looking at him
"Satisfied?" he hissed, voice gravely and dry "Your kind" he spat "They're all the same. You're not right"
Lanky could only cock his head to the side, wiping dirt onto his cheeks. It had been a long time since he cleaned his now fairly tattered scarf. He wanted to say something back but his mind could hardly comprehend why this young child insulted him despite the fact he was the only other non-monster there. It was stupid and infuriating. Lanky furrowed his brow and the kid stared bleating more insults at him, most were downright obscene some were simply so asinine they only could've been spoken by a young child believing they were offensive. With a twitch he felt himself motion to shut the child up and before he was noticing what he was going he placed two fingers over the child's mouth and stroked at his chin with his free finger.
"H-h-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" He drawled out long and high staring intently back into those misty green eyes "You're my friend noooooow! Aren't yooooou!?" Lanky couldn't even hear his own voice as it escalated repeatedly into a high pitched whine as he spoke "Yooooooooooou have no chooooooice!" He giggled. V'tii glared at him intently with a look suggesting he was crazy. This was observation probably quite accurate right now. Lanky drew his free hand up the child's chest trailing along the visible ribs; the tips of his claws were jagged and uncared for, his hand drew four thin lines across the little body each slowly became dotted with tiny beads of blood leading a wavy line up to his neck where Lanky's second hand and cupped around the kids face pressing his cheeks in "Yes you are! Yes you aaaare!" He cooed "Don't you get it; my dreams say we'll be together forever! Along with the rest of our kind! All together in one piece! Doesn't it sound lovely? We'll be free! Completely, utterly and totally free!" That didn't make sense his own mind hissed at him like bubbling static but he ignored it and pressed the child's face in even more piercing his cheeks "When were all together there won't be any more voices no incessant chattering inside! No … no… Agh it's hard to think! Don't you think?" He got a less-than-thrilled glare back prompting Lanky to make a long exaggerated gasp "Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh" he breathed out long and whiny "Yooooou like theeeeeeeeeem!" he threw his hands up letting the kids face go "You listen to the voices in your head! You're mad you are!" Lanky swivelled his head around and spied a rock covered in an iron film slowly getting shinier and grabbed it "See! See! He's going mad!" He yelled at it before holding it closer to himself "Oh I think we're all going to die…" he whined to it. If he paid attention to his surroundings he would've heard the vile insults spat at him from the angry kid
"Ooooooooooh Little enderlings near and far, Always wish upon the star, Not the white and not the blue, The purple will make your wish come true, The dragon king resides within, You can leave your wish with him, He'll make it true, that's for sure, He'll make you wish for nothing more" He chanted to himself tossing his rocky friend up and down up and down with little care at all, he did not even flinch as another pearl whizzed past him accompanied by strands of stubborn flesh refusing to let go of the shiny orb, instead he merely regarded it with a giggle before waddling back up the slope "I'll talk to you again soon friiiiieeeeeeeeeeend!" he ignored the insults slinging past him as he went back 'upstairs' and began humming the old nursery rhyme again to himself, he could use a wish, nay, a miracle right now. Just maybe something to give him just a little hope. Everything just seemed to be getting bleaker and bleaker in attempts to conserve energy the creature below him had just began letting bodies pile up and up. If only he could hear the frantic thoughts within it.

Something angry hissed at it. Something else that was also angry hissed at the first angry thing. A third angry thing growled and groaned. It was like an argument taking place inside its head; it made a low gurgle to interject between the voices but immediately was swamped by a loud ringing buzz that numbed its head. It didn't like that. It didn't like not being in control of things concerning itself. The little 'project' it had been lead into doing was losing power the bright turquoise blocks seemed to lose hope and subsequently power. How could an inanimate block lose hope? It seemed so stupid but like a stubborn dog the blocks just did not want to work. The angry voices worked up again hissing and babbling in tongues long forgotten by the worlds. It wondered why it bothered with them. It wondered why it bothered with anything really. Stiffness in its back told it it was time to move again and it slowly heaved itself up. It had noticed how its own body had become heavy and sore like layers upon layers had been added to itself but it felt normal on the inside. Normal if numb and cold counted as normal. It felt as though it needed to pull its feet forwards with its hands if it were to move at all, but the long strides its normally small legs were brought up to now swept it over the metal floor to the centre in a matter of moments. Here it surveyed the blocks, the voices calmed and became more tolerable, the closer it moved to the blocks the clearer they became and slowly they thought the same as it, or did they make it think that. It was not very sure. It was very unsure at its own being by this point. Yet the idea rang clear.
If the pearls were not cooperating then gather enough of them to bring the power up high enough that it did not matter.