This is the pits.

Literally.

You’d found a well, and just for some fun, you thought you’d toss a coin in for ‘good luck’ or whatever it was. Just for fun, even. Ironically, lady luck decided to turn her back and let you trip over your own feet and stumble down into the well. Boy, did that hurt. It still hurts, even now after a few hours of being seated on the ground. You’re getting hungry, and the sky’s getting dark. Just perfect, you bitterly thought, this was exactly what you wanted.

You fidgeted with the coin that got you into this mess, the metal warmed by your hands. Stupid thing, it was supposed to make your life better!

It’s fine. You won’t be stuck here forever… right?

…You decided to test it again. You all but chucked the coin at the stone brick wall of the well, ‘wishing’ (moreso cursing the universe) for a way out.

A few moments later, you perked up at the sound of someone above. Footsteps, a soft voice echoing through the dark pit saying something about finding a “fairly true love,” and the clink of a coin being tossed into the well.

The coin struck your head, drawing a pained yelp from you. Oh, that hurt!

It seemed to get the person’s attention, at least. You looked up with squinted eyes to try and make out the face of whoever was on the surface peaking right back down at you. Big brown eyes and fluffy black hair, he looked familiar somehow.

“Oh!” you heard him call out to you, “Are you alright down there?”