Rebecca's head throbbed as bright lights blinded her momentarily, creating the illusion of a concrete room with steel doors. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye. She sat up to see who it was, but as she did, her vision adjusted, and she realized that she was actually in a wooden studio filled with inky darkness.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

Sitting up and rubbing her aching head, she surveyed her surroundings, her senses heightened while she tried to figure out what happened.

Her attention was quickly drawn to a hole in the floor beside her, leading into the depths of darkness. Instinctively, she moved away from the hole, her mind racing to comprehend what had transpired.
A low grumble reached her ears, prompting her to question whether the floor had collapsed beneath her, or if it was something else. She attempted to stand, but her leg gave way, causing her to gasp in sudden pain. It seemed that the fall had left her weakened and vulnerable.

Taking a moment to collect herself, both physically and mentally, Becca prepared for the challenge of standing up. Carefully lifting one leg at a time, she gradually regained her balance before raising the second leg. Slowly, she managed to rise to her feet, her legs throbbing with bruises but thankfully unbroken. Pausing briefly to allow the worst of the pain to subside, she cautiously took each step forward, each hurting worse than the next.

Navigating through the hall, her body feeling weak and battered, Becca finally caught a glimpse of the floor she was on. Numbers were inscribed upon it, but her pounding headache prevented her from deciphering their meaning. Determined to press on, she took a few more steps before collapsing once again, her vision fading to black.

She tried to stay awake, but she was exhausted and needed medical attention. She started to notices an individual approached her—a figure with a very gooey appearance—Rebecca couldn't shake her apprehension after the events of the day.

In that desperate moment, all she could do was hope and pray that this person had no intentions of causing her harm.

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Rebecca regained consciousness on something soft and squishy, she sat up and  realized she had been patched up with bandages.
As she sat up, she also took in her surroundings, finding that her head was no longer throbbing as before.

The room appeared inviting, and she failed to notice the presence of an individual in the corner. Just as she took a breath, a voice spoke up, catching her attention.

"You should probably eat. You didn't look so strong a while ago," the voice said, the voice was soft yet energetic.

Rebecca turned her gaze and saw some kind of person made from ink, they had a very humanoid appearance. They were wearing googles and a rope on their shoulder.

"Are you not hungry?" They questioned before gesturing toward a bowl filled with syrupy chopped fruit.

It was then that Rebecca realized how ravenous she was. Without a second thought, she found herself holding an empty bowl, the fruit having vanished.

"Well! You must've been hungry."

Curiosity finally prompted Rebecca to ask, "Who are you?"

"The name's Porter! And who might you be?" Porter said with cheer.

Rebecca took a moment to gather her thoughts before answering, "My name is Rebecca."

"Rebecca? Rebecca! Reeeeeebbeeeecccaaaaaa.... Nope! Don't really like it." Porter said, still seeming energetic.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rebecca thought to herself.

"It doesn't fit you. I'll call you...... Steven!

Becca began to question the sanity of this one.

"You hit your head quite hard, didn't you Steven?"

Rebecca rubbed her head. "I guess I did."

"Here!" Porter tossed a pair of goggles that looked like his own but weren't, "Now you won't land on your head as hard!"

Rebecca repelled the goggles slightly away from her, they were dripping with ink, and she wasn't sure if they had ever gotten washed.

"Thanks.... " Rebecca finally said.

Porter stood, "Well now that I know you're alive, I'm off! Don't die, Steven!"

And before she could blink, he was gone.

Rebecca took a breath at what just unfolded, and put the goggles in her pocket, she didn't know how they would protect her head, but they could be useful for if she ever got stuck in a well again, that wat she wouldn't need to clear the ink from her eyes.

Rebecca considered the suggestion of resting, realizing it was not a bad idea in her current state. The room seemed safe and she was laying on something comfortable.

The darkness beckoned as she drifted back to sleep.

Several days passed, during which Rebecca gradually healed and her bruises began to fade. She figured out a few things while on her current floor healing.

Rebecca discovered more about her savior. He had a penchant for traveling. Though, he didn't stay long before he was gone again. Always here and there.

Rebecca stretched, she couldn't remain in that place indefinitely; she had to find Curly. Although she felt guilty for leaving him behind, she had no idea where to begin searching. If she had to guess, he was likely on the lower levels, where sightings of other Curly lookalikes had been reported.

Making her way toward the rumored location of an elevator, Rebecca set off, determined to reunite with Curly to make he was okay.

She walked into the elevator and pressed the button for a lower floor.

The doors closed slowly, but as they did, the room got dark like before, and before she knew it, something that she couldn't make out ran to the elevator, and tried to grab Rebecca.

The creature failed however, and ended up snapping the thick wire that made the elevator decline.

The creature roared as the elevator began to drop at an alarming pace.