Curly rubbed his head, glancing around in search of the woman he remembered as Rebecca, based on her name tag. He pulled out a sign with a question mark as he rubbed his head, confused at what happened. His gaze wandered upwards, realizing he had fallen several floors down and his height prevented him from climbing back up.

With a scoff, he examined his attire, noticing how his once pristine white boots and tie had become stained with inky black marks. Standing up, Curly was taken aback to find that the area he was in wasn't as flooded as the floors above, still flooded, just not as much.

Determined to escape the seemingly exitless room, he began to explore his surroundings, hoping to discover a way out. Fortunately, he stumbled upon a small hole that was a perfect fit for him.

Emerging into a spacious room, Curly recognized it as a sort of ballroom. Uncertain of what to do next, he continued his journey, and soon he heard faint voices that resembled the tiny squeaks of mice.

Curly cautiously peered around a corner and was startled by the sight of other versions of himself. They bore a striking resemblance, except for their more symmetrical appearance compared to his own asymmetrical features along with the fact they looked to be made of ink, and he looked like he just was stripped off the projector.

The other Curlys giggled amongst themselves until one of them pointed at him, offering a friendly smile and wave. In response, Curly awkwardly waved back with a small smile. Then, two of the other Curlys grabbed each other's hands and scurried away.

Confused by the encounter, Curly briefly considered following them but decided to prioritize finding Rebecca, whom he had been following previously and might be able to help him get these stains out. He scanned the area, searching for a way to reach higher floors since he presumed she might be located there.

Eventually, he spotted a ladder and began ascending, reminiscent of climbing a tree, although the steps proved a bit taller and harder to reach. With an exhausted sigh, he finally reached the top, hoping he had made it to the next level of the building given the considerable effort he had exerted. He continued to survey his surroundings.

Curly explored room after room, stumbling upon the factory's food supply. Intrigued by the contents of a can, he opened it, revealing a pleasant aroma of sugary syrup and a medley of chopped fruits. He stared at it for a moment before setting the can down, uninterested by the syrup covered fruits, and resuming his search for Becca.

Surely the studio couldn't be that big. Curly walked around and eventually found a part of the hole where they had fell. He looked down and noticed a few floors had collapsed  in before he could see the room he woke in. "Rebecca must be on a higher floor" He thought to himself, "If only he could find some rope...."

He continued on, stumbling upon stairs every now and again. 

Curly huffed, catching his breath after the ascend of the tall stairs. He had climbed a total of 6 floors. Apparently this place could be that big...

He walked around, dragging his fingers along the wall as he walked. He turned the corner and noticed a tall figure limping.

They were unsure whether or not they were friendly and kept their distance, when suddenly they collapsed. Curly gulped and approached closer and as he go closer, her silhouette became more clear, it was Rebecca, the companion he woke up with when he was ejected out of his world.

He tried to run up to her to wake her up, but his hand was grabbed suddenly. 

Curly looked behind him, confused. The two Curlys they saw before were behind him, one of them had a grip on his glove. He tilted his head at them, confused. They giggled to each other before yanking Curly back into the darkness of other floors.