My phone's ringtone was going off, first it echoed in my head and it then got loader, I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the sudden darkness of the studio as I searched for my phone. It wasn't in my pocket where I put it last... I found it six or ten feet to my right... The ringtone was from this stupid game I loved, Undertale. Sans' Megalovainia song, I was too busy to change it.

I picked my the phone and this thick black liquid was on it, I wiped it off before I answered it.

"Hello?" I answered the phone my head was pounding with my heartbeat when I stood up.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" My father's voice screamed over the line. All the drowsiness left my system and I checked the time. 1 a.m. 

"OH I'M SO SORRY DAD! I was checking the demolition sight for any problems and I fell down a story or two..." I said and rubbed my head. I blushed at how stupid that sounded... Come on you got into one of the top architectural universities in the state and that's all you can say?! I groaned at myself and finally tuned into my father's shouting.

"--WHAT?! Are you okay?! Do you need a ambulance or something..." My father worriedly rambled.

"DAD! Dad I'm fine just a little scuffed up is all. I have to find an exit and I will be home as soon as I can." I said calmly, it didn't work calming him but it helped calm me down. I heard someone know on some wood and I spun around to see that black figure.

"Dad I have to escort  someone out of the premises. SO it might be longer than either of us would like..." I moaned, Dad started shouting again.

"I promise I'll be quick." I interrupted him and hung up before he could object. I checked my battery, it was a good thing I hung up my phone was only at 20%. I shut my phone off and ran after the figure, it chuckled and began running again.

"HEY COME ON YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!" I shouted at them. They just laughed louder and said something I couldn't hear. I quickened my pace and ran through the darkness following the figure through out the old, cluttered, and broken-down pathway.

I ran down the dark hall, I couldn't see a thing, I am surprised I didn't trip over anything. I kept chasing them until their path was blocked by these barrels. I wheezed out a victorious laughed and quickly became disappointed as he jumped through a small hole between the barrels. Something that reminded me of a snake followed behind them. 

I couldn't squeeze through the hole. The figure waved at me and laughed.

"Good luck toots!" they giggled and continued running. I didn't stop running and slammed my body full force into the barrels. The barrels barely moved, but I think my arm popped out of it's socket.

"Hey come on I don't want to chase you all over this place! I have to get home!" I shouted at them. The figured laughed and faked sympathy to tease me. I groaned at the pain.

"You could help me instead of laugh and tease me." I groaned

"But what the point in doin' that toots?" The figure asked I shrugged.

"A friend.... an I.O.U.? I don't know." I said and slumped to the floor trying to catch my breath.

"A friend... I don't need one of those toots... But I'll take advantage of that I.O.U." The figure said cheerfully and he rhythmically skipped over to the hole in the barrels and jumped through with ease. He landed perfectly and turned to me and grabbed my arm with outrageously cold and wet hands.

I yelped at the coldness of his hands, he didn't even hesitate in popping my arm back in place. It was still too dark to see him completely, but his body looked like it almost glowed when it reflected the light seeping from the barrel.

"I'll use that I.O.U up now." The figure said.

"What do you want?" I asked curiously.

"Well it's actually a deal of some sorts... I want 'cha to find the history of this place... and I'll gladly accompany ya through it and out of this along with everyone else in this dump of course." The figure said holding one of his hands out.

I grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Deal!" I said. The figure stepped forward letting me see some of his face. I only saw the bottom part of it. A black-and-white, cartoon-like, wide, and creepy smile was resting on the bottom of his face. He chuckled when I gasped, I let go his hand and looked at the liquid he left on my hand, instead of black it was white.

"What even is this stuff?" I ask the, for some reason black-and-white, figure. I stared at him as he back right up away from me.

"Heh that's ink..." He answered me, I skittishly watched him.

"How is this possibly ink?" I asked and shook it off my hand. 

"Well that's what you have to find out." He laughed. His laugh was starting to annoy me now. I stood up and fell back down. I was tired it was probably 3 or 4 a.m. now. Dad would have lost it by now. I rolled my eyes Dad would have to be patient.

"I understand if ya need rest... I'll go find ya somethin' t'a eat." The figure said and walked away, he was sweet I guess. But making me chase after him around a old fucking studio puts a small damper on that opinion. I tried to think about the guy, he was kinda small.... short too. I shrugged my observations away and closed my eyes, in a matter of seconds I was asleep.