Amor did nothing to stop Melody Miro from talking to the guards requesting a cellmate change, but then he saw their warden, along with some Primadona looking bird. They were being given food.

"What a gracious host...." He murmured as he approached the bars next to his cellmate, and he witnessed one of the other nameless prisoners refuse to eat, refuse to comply, and Amor just stared as the dissenter became a red paste that coated the stonework of their prison. "By all means popstar, keep using that beautiful voice of yours to annoy the guards....I'm certain they'll be charmed, and you won't die...." Despite the bravado, and the taunts, his stomach did turn, and his mind was racing. Trying to think of anything to get them out of here, even if he had to work with her he would do it.

This was just another problem, and solving problems was his specialty. His resources were limited, but there had to be a way....There was always a way....

When presented with the Mochi he frowned, he knew the effects that it had, had on others during the patrols they had done across the region if you ingested to much of it.

"Only eat one piece....I don't need you to become a hinderance." He expressed to Melody Miro as he took a piece of his own, and ate it. It tasted good, too good, like his favorite kind of food, and he wanted more, but if he did what would happen to him. Resisting was hard, but he was jarred out of his thoughts as the chains that wove themselves around him snapped into place at the cell, and the bars rearranged to allow them some freedom of movement. An annoyed tch sound escaped his throat as he walked out, and realized what their goal was.

The kicked over crates revealed numerous items of interest, and he looked around to see the others leaving their cells, but due to the masks he couldn't tell who any of them were. He knew Melody by her hair, and he was sure others would recognize him the same way, but how many allies did he have in this place? How many could he count on when the time came. Until then he had to assume that Melody was his only "ally" tenuous as it was. It was obvious that some would try to steal perceived weapons, but as far as he could tell their Warden was a psychic type....

If he could invade their minds it would render it useless, and just get more of them killed. So he'd let others take the risk to see if that could be the case.

"Don't....Steal anything...." He whispered to his cellmate. "If our Warden is psychic....It's useless...."

And so he began to sort the minerals as they were required, the Dynite ore was of particular interest. Could they use this to escape? Did it hold some of that mysterious power to allow them to dynamax their pokemon? Which raised the question again, where were their pokemon? Could they be in this chamber of desires, and what exactly was that place? To many questions....To many variables. He needed more data.

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TLDR
Amor is begrudgingly working with Melody trying to keep them both from getting Dr. Manhattan'd
Amor eats Mochi....
Amor doesn't steal anything, and works diligently, and is going to observe to see what happens if someone is caught stealing something.
Amor thinks the key to their escape lies within the dynite ore, but is unsure of how to use it at the moment.

Nestled under the desk like a frightened child, you watch the elevator descend.

The three Pokemon standing atop it aren't familiar to you, at least, not at first. But as the gigantic hound steps forth, the memory of unidentified pawprints on Route 112 squirm in the back of your mind. Is this bloated mutt the source of those markings? Was it somehow involved in the Toxic Chain incidents of the past month? It has to be. There's no way it isn't. Then, assuming your theory is right, and Arceus knows that's a big assumption... Then that'd mean you're in--

Your thought is interrupted as a tray of mochi is slid into your cell. Your first instinct is to stomp it, to grind it into a fine paste beneath your heel, and kick what dregs remains through the cell bars. In that sense, it's fortunate you weren't served first, because that gives you the chance to see the price of rebellion. The sight of one poor son of a bitch getting mangled by that bastard hound are enough to temper your defiance.

The choices before you are clear: Eat it, or die. Not much of a choice, is it?

As the slaughter ends and mealtime begins, you emerge from your hidey-hole and approach the mochi. Carefully, you grab a piece, ripping it and ripping it until only the smallest of scraps remain. Then, with much hesitation, you shove the tiny piece into your mouth and choke it down.

Eating it is agony. Even a solid as soft as this feels like a shard of glass tumbling down your wounded throat. You never thought you'd long for the inoffensive modest soups of yesterday, yet here you are.

And as you finally force it down, your Toxic Chain mutates into a too-short tether to your cell. Looks like mealtime is over. Now it's time to get to work. But right now? That's the last thing on your mind.

"...I'm going to finish what I started." You murmur to Lulu Flint, though you don't make eye contact. "Figure something out. Please."

You know she's going to hate that. You telling her what to do, especially in such a vague and aimless manner. And yet, despite that, nothing she can say will change what you're going to do next. Nobody in this world, not Navy nor howard slayte nor declan walsh, could stop you.

At first, you seem to work. You smash clumps of rock as best you can with one arm, brushing small nuggets of dynite ore and chips of crystal into another. But after a few minutes or so, you break into a particular hefty boulder and find just what you're looking for - A glimmering purple Tera Shard, with a jagged edge and a sharp point.

You glance over to the mutt as it blusters about, meddling in the work of your peers. You grip the shank tightly in your hand.

You won't let them take you from you. You won't be their slave. You won't let them steal your individuality. You won't let them turn you into a cog in their machine. You won't let them subject that to everyone else, either. You'll do it. You'll do what everyone else is too afraid to do. These bastards are going to find out that Shred Zeppelin keeps his promises.

So, as the dog turns its back, you lunge forth. Wordlessly, you stab towards the dog's neck, aiming to puncture both his Toxic Chain and his jugular in a single strike.

And for your efforts?

CRACK. You feel your ribcage shudder as a massive green fist slams into your chest. The air is forced from your lungs. The Tera Shard falls from your hand as you hit the ground.

STOMP. A gigantic green foot stomps on your shoulder. You try to scream, but without the breath to do so, all you can manage is a strained cough. As you look up at the silhouette of your warden through bleary eyes, you think you can see a hint of an amused smile among those fangs.

PUNT. But amusement doesn't last long, especially for one with a whole ward of prisoners to torment. Your limp body is kicked like a can in the road, and comes tumbling to a halt right back where you started - At the feet of Lulu Flint.

All that struggle, all that sacrifice, and in the end?

All it took was one punch.

All it was worth were a few meagre seconds of distraction.

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TL;DR - Shred eats the tiniest scrap of mochi, tells Lulu to solve problems while he does something stupid, finds himself a Tera Shard shank amidst the ore, IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO STAB OKIDOGI, and boy oh boy does he get his shit rocked SO BAD (B-but at least it was a good distraction right? Right???).
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