He continued to make his way what felt like the umpteenth corridor he'd been walking down today. He sighed, feeling pretty tired, and mentally exhausted...and that was why it took him a couple of second's to realise that the floor felt different. He blinked, glancing down, noticing the floor around this corridior was damp. "...That's strange...I haven't encountered a corridor like th-WHOA!!" He gasped as he felt his feet tripping on something on the floor. He fell to the slimy ground, hard, knocking himself out in the process.<br/><br/>"Mmmm...hmm?" About a minute later, Mark's sense's came back and he began to move...or at least try to. His eye's slowly opened, but then snapped open as he found himself unable to move his arm's or legs. "Huh!? what the!?" He then glanced up, gasping at what he saw...It was...well, it was something in the shape of a pretty girl...but the girl was completely blue...and he could feel droplet's of whatever she was made of being intentionally dripped onto his forehead. He gulped slightly, feeling very vulnerable and helpless once again.<br/><br/>"...W-wha....My name is Mark, Mark Tennant...w-who...W-WHAT are you?" He said, trying not to show fear, but in his helpless position the fear he was showing could probably be forgiven.