Oh no, now I have another thing to deal with! And it's drinking that strange liquid, is that even safe?

Fran slowly approaches the figure, trying their best not to make a sound. They get close enough so that they can see that it's wearing a white robe, that is slightly blowing in a soft wind. Even this close, Fran cannot hear the slightest noise coming from it. Fran got closer, and closer, slowly approaching the figure. Soon enough, the figure stops dead in it's tracks, and starts turning around. Fran quickly rolls onto the side of the well, hoping desperately that they haven't been seen. The figure speaks, it's voice is soft and quite, a hint of fear present.

?: "Wh-who's there?"

Fran stays silent, but slightly loosens up because she's intrigued that it's more afraid of them than they are of it. Fran hears it slowly climb off the well, landing right in front of them. Fran grasps their sword and slowly pulls it out of its sheath, to prevent any noise. They slip up, and the metal bangs against the well, the figure turns to face them. Fran can see a little bit beneath the hood to discover a humanoid face with two black streaks on each side, leading up from under the chin towards where the eyes would be.

?: "Who are you?"

Fran quickly gets up with their sword in a defensive position. The figure coils back a little bit.

Fran: "Why are you so afraid of me?"

?: "An unknown thing is something everyone can be afraid of, especially when it lives in hell."

Fran: "Ya well, didn't used to live here. I died, along with my buddies. We're here now."

?: "Everything in hell is misleading, I shall not trust anything here!"

The figure runs off, leaving Fran standing there, confused. Fran climbs on top of the well, looking down into it. Itward is gone.

Drat, of course!

Fran fits their foot inside of the bucket, and slowly lowers it. They eventually get to the bottom, and Fran can see a hole in the side of the well, footprints wet with the same liquid the bucket was filled with leading out through it. Fran looks around one more time, and travels through the hole, avoiding contact with the strange liquid.

Fran crawls through a tunnel that looks like it has been here for years, but the supports holding it up look brand new. They try their best to ignore the strange grunts and roars coming from inside of the walls, and instead focuses on following the footprints. The paths split multiple times, but Fran doesn't hesitate while following the path that the footprints travel on. Suddenly, the footprints end at a wall. Fran feels the wall, seeing if it's fake one. It's solid. They look up and see a light up on a ledge, and a coiled rope on the tip of it.

That's a pretty clever spot for a camp, it's where the shadows can't get you. But if Remor finds you up there, you're probably screwed.

Fran can see some sort of steam rise from the ledge, and they hear water boiling, and footsteps pacing around. After a few moments, the boiling and pacing stop, and a glass is set on a table. Something gives out a heavy sigh is it's sitting down. Fran grabs the side of the wall and starts climbing as much as they can, just barely getting to the height to cut the knot holding the rope up. After cutting it, Fran climbs the rest of the way up, and sees a cozy little camp. It has everything needed to live: a tent, a campfire with a pot to cook in, a station with medical supplies, and a table overlooking the ledge to eat at. The pot attachment is taken off, but the campfire is still lit. Next to it is a large square of silk, Itward lying on top of it. He's still out cold.

A short and stubby skeleton wearing a black cloak walks out of the tent, he looks like he has a grin permanently glued onto his face. The skeleton doesn't look too surprised to see Fran.

Skeleton: "Sup?"

Fran: "What were you expecting me?"

Skeleton it's hard not to when you're 'knot' trying to be quiet."

Fran: "Was that a rope pun?"

Skeleton: "Maybe."

Fran: "Can I have my friend back now?"

Skeleton: "What's the rush? Not even going to thank the skeleton that saved your friend by warming him up when he was out 'cold'?"

Fran: "Fine. Thank you for your kindness sir, but we have to get going."

Skeleton: "Tryin' to escape from Remor huh? You should already know by now that that's impossible."

Fran: 'Wait, how'd you know our plan?!"

Skeleton: "I have my sources, now, you haven't even let me introduce myself. The name's Sans."

Fran: "Sans, I know that this is kind of impolite. But we have to go, NOW."

Sans' left eye glows blue, and his other one disappears.

Sans: "Kid, I don't think you realize who you're messing with. I'm usually chill and laid back. But when I need to, I will mess up your day."

Fran: "Whoa, okay, okay! What do you want?"

Sans' eyes go back to normal.

Sans: "Not much really. I just need some info on what dimension I'm in."

Fran: "What dimension you're in? You're in hell."

Sans: "I know that, but what I need to know is what hell am I in."

Fran: "You mean that there are multiple hells?"

Sans: "One for each dimension. Most of them have Remors, but some don't."

Fran: "Well all I know is that the dimension I come from have beings like me in it. They are called Pokemon."

Sans: "Wow. If this is the hell to the Pokemon dimension, someone must of messed up REALLY badly.

Fran: "What do you mean by that?"

Sans: "Judging by the 'bone dead' skeletons here, there aren't only pokemon and humans that live in this dimension."

Fran: 'Why do you make so many puns?!"

Sans: "I don't know, maybe it's just because I'm working 'down to the bone' on them."

Fran: "They aren't too creative."

Sans: "Just take your friend and continue your quest. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon."

Sans snaps his fingers and teleports out of the area, and the fire gets put out too. Itward slowly wakes up, groaning.

Itward: "Augh, Fran?"

Fran: "Ya, it's me."

Itward: "Where are we?"

Fran: "In some guy's campsite, he told me that he saved your life."

Itward: "All I remember is Remor warping us through demon portals, and now I'm here.

Fran: "I'm just glad you're okay. Ready to start looking for Mr. Midnight?"

Itward: "Sounds good to me, let's go."

Fran and Itward get down from the ledge, only to realize that the footprints are gone.

Fran: "Oh boy."

Itward: "What's wrong?"

Fran: "I found this place by following footprints, but now they're gone!"

Itward: "I'm sure it won't be too bad."

Fran: "Ya, sure. Whatever happens, let's just find him."

They start by going through until the first branching path, and then they stop. They hear sounds coming from the left path, so they think it's best to go down the right path. In the middle of the path, there is a weird looking staff. Fran gets closer, to see that the handle is wooden, and it has a light blue gem on the top of it.

Itward: "Fran, don't touch that."

Fran: "I know it might be rigged, but that doesn't mean we can't just ignore it. It doesn't look like it has any strings attached to it anyway.

Itward: "It might be a magic trap."

Just then, they hear boots slowly walking up to them from behind.