Fran and the others meet around the table with the plans, and try their best to polish it.

Fran: "He's going to end up chasing someone when we're all spread out, while he's doing this, the other two will go get to the trapdoor. Once there, we need to make sure that we are NOT looking at the shadows. We don't want him to know we're there. When we get to the trapdoor itself, we book it in there. Once we gather enough tools and some form of a team, we save the one who he chased. Does that sound like a plan?

Midnight: "Sounds good to me!"

Itward: "There's only a slight chance that we will make it out alive, especially the one that he follows."

Fran: "Do we have a choice?"

Itward: "Guess not. But I recommend that we add more supplies to the list of the things needed. Like more travel food and water, maybe even some potions."

Fran: "I know that we need to do that. There's only an outline right now."

Midnight: "It's fine Fran. I'm sure that we'll make it out this time.

Itward: "You said that the last hundred times."

Midnight: "Well we have to live up to our names our ancestors gave us. If we end up trapped down here, what will everyone think of us? The names Fran Bow, Itward, and Mr. Midnight haven't let us down before. We need to repay them for what they have done for us. Sure, the old Fran Bow had a lot of troubles of their own. But she overcame them. Do you want to do that Fran?"

Fran: "Of course I do!"

Midnight: "Then we WILL pull this off."

Fran: "Ya!"

Itward: "Alright, alright. We might make it out for real this time. But I suggest that we still prepare more than we have before. If we don't prepare, we will die for sure."

Fran: "We've already died so many times, that the sting of death isn't there. Dying is only a minor set back at this point.

Itward: "But when we die, we'll lose everything we've gathered. We're just lucky that we're in hell so we CAN have infinite lives."

Midnight: "Ya, we got pretty lucky on that one."

Fran: "But still, Itward is right. If we die, we lose all of our things. Let's try to be more careful than ever this time, okay?"

Midnight: "Ya, fine."

Itward: "Thank you, Fran. Now, let's get going on those materials, shall we."

Fran: "Ya. Itward, go to the mines, Mr. Midnight, go on the hunt, I'll harvest the crops."

Itward & Midnight: "Right!"

They all go do their part in the gathering, determined to get out of the hell that they are in. Even though they've tried so many times to no avail, they treat it like it was their first try. Eventually, only in the matter of a few weeks, they manage to gather everything needed for the inevitable fight against him.

Fran: "Alright! That should be everything. We've got a few months worth of food and water for each of us, we've got pickaxes just in case we need a shelter, we each have maps of all of the places we've seen so far, and we even have a couple of weapons. Itward found an ancient tome underground. Mr. Midnight has his trusty sniper again, and I got a sword. We all ready?"

Itward: "I'm just excited to use this thing."

Midnight: "Yep! I want to get some more kills this time."

Fran: "Seriously?"

Midnight: "It's not my fault that Itward hogs them all!"

Itward: "Now, now. Try not to worry about that. It's not about how many kills you get, it's about how close you get to getting out of here."

Fran: "He's right, let's just focus on that."

Midnight: "Fine."

They sort their things evenly, and pack them up in their type of bag that they want. Fran has a knapsack, Itward has a rucksack, and Midnight has shoulder bag. They approach the door, put their heads down, and start walking out in a single file line. Fran in front, Midnight in back. They slowly walk through, ignoring the fact that the shadows are staring at them. They get pretty far without any interruptions, getting to a canyon that has no shadows in it, only above.

Fran: "Okay, we're in the safe zone."

Everyone lifts their heads and sit down to start eating.

Midnight: "I have a good feeling about this run, we made it here without any troubles."

Itward: "Except for that blood lake you fell in."

Midnight: "Hey, I got no warning for that!"

Itward: "Ya you did, we told you when we were ten feet away, and you were the only one that fell in. You even nodded in reply."

Midnight: "No I didn't."

Fran: "Calm down guys, we're halfway there. Try not to argue now, you can do that when we get to the surface of the real world."

Midnight: "Okay…"

Fran: "Now, let's get some rest, we don't want our senses to not be active when we get to the trapdoor."

Midnight: "I'll take first shift of being on guard tonight."

Fran: "Sounds good, I'll take second."

Itward: "Guess I'll settle for third."

Fran and Itward go to sleep while Midnight stays awake to keep out any unwanted attention. After two hours, it's Fran's turn. After seeing nothing unusual for another two hours, Itward finishes the last two hours without trouble.

Itward: "And that's the last two hours, time to get up."

Midnight: *Yawn* "Alright. I'm ready."

Fran: "I'm good too, you prepared Itward"

Itward: "Yes. Let us move right now, or risk him being behind us."

The group quickly finishes off a meal that they had prepared for after sleeping, and start moving with their heads down again. They don't make it too far before they are stopped by something.

?: "Well, well, well. Trying this again?"

Fran: "That's him."

They look up to see a big black figure with a bloody goat skull for a head. It's long skinny arms end with long sharp claws.

Fran: "Remor."

Remor: "You cannot escape. Ever since you three wasted your lives with pointless heroics, darkness will always be over you."

Fran: "Our ancestors beat you and your dirty tricks once, so we sure as hell can too!"

Remor: "Again and again, you try to get out of here. Every time you do this, you die. And you know what? This routine is getting a little bit boring. Let's make things interesting, shall we?"

Dark circles appear under the three of them, and ghostly hands pull them in. Fran wakes up with a massive headache, leaning against a well.

Oww… My head! Where is everybody?

Fran looks around, but doesn't see any trace of Itward or Midnight. All that Fran can see is dead trees and bushes, a gravel path lined with shadows, the well that they are leaning against, and some strange gooey liquid inside of the bucket in the well.

I want to call for them, but the shadows will catch me for sure, leading Remor directly to my current position. Oh well, they probably aren't even relatively close to me.

Fran gets up and looks down into the well, they can see Itward passed out at the bottom.

Or maybe not.

Fran looks around the bushes and trees for some kind of rope to use to help Itward out. All they can find is a small bundle of sticks loose from the dead bushes. They look at their hands, they are covered in blood.

What?! Did this come from the bushes, or me? Is it just my imagination, or just one of Remor's tricks? Grr… It doesn't matter, we will get out of here!

Fran heads back to the well, only to find that there's something standing on the ledge, drinking the liquid in the bucket.