Seems like it's gonna be a long way down...

Grey was somersaulting over and over as he fell into the shadowy chasm. Amidst his single note of panic echoing off of the walls and the quickly approaching ground below, it was a pretty pleasant fall for Grey. I now wished he brought an extra bungie cord, or a very strong rubber band?

?AHHHHHHHHH!!!?

?Ahhhhhhhhh!!?

?ahhhhhh??

He took a deep breath for another long note, but before he could **** it out as his very manly squeal, he hit something. His muscles instantly spasmed, and he thought that he just hit the ground so hard he was turning into pudding. But he didn?t feel hurt, or dead for that matter. Also, the ground was bending under him oddly. 

?What the?? Grey had nearly stopped, and without any splatter effect on his part.

?I am a lucky- SHIT!!? The ground under him sprang back up, much like a trampoline, thus sending Grey flying back into the air. He flailed around, never much liking when being thrown into the air when someone would body slam right next to him on a trampoline. 

Whilst bouncing up and down about twenty feet, he made a roller coaster yell continuously?

?AhhhhHHHHHhhhhhhh?.ahhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhh?.. ahhhhh?.. mmph,?

?Phew?. Thank god that?s over with!? Grey gasped, as his throat was pretty dry from all the not-so-entertained yells he had been doing the past minute. He lay on the ground or whatever he was on, panting hard. Each time he tried to take a deep breath, he wheezed it all out. It took him yet another minute to regain some of his composure, but he didn?t know what the hell he was!

It was pitch black in the cave. Grey tried to wave his hand in front of his face, but ended up accidentally smacking himself. Recovering from he own preemptive attack, he felt around for the ground. To his surprise, it was like he was laying on a hammock. It sagged under him, molding to his back. There were lots of holes in it though he discovered when his hand slipped through. He didn?t feel anything under it either.

He felt his suspended platform a little more. It was made of thick cords, about as thick as his wrist. He wrapped his hand around one, and discovered it was covered in something? sticky. He pulled his hand away with a bit of effort and felt the gooey substance between his fingers. It felt like the sticky stuff under tape, only more? gooey.

?What the hell am I on?? Grey thought aloud as he carefully got up. It stuck to the back of his shirt and pants, making his sitting up quite the workout. After a bit of tugging and straining, he freed his shirt from its sticky embrace. Sitting on a tangle of cords, he tore the rest of his clothes away from the material.

?Ughhh?? He groaned as he got on his hands and knees. The goo was clinging to his skin, even after he got his arms off of the tethers. Carefully, he started to crawl towards what he though was a wall. Each inch he moved, he had to yank his legs and hands off of the stuff. He went on like this for a few minutes, but there was no dirt or wall that he could feel. And he limbs were getting very tired. He suddenly felt sorry for little bugs trapped by spiders on?

?Webs??

Grey jumped as he heard a sudden shuffling sound behind him. He spun around and looked into the dense gloom, but to no avail. There was no light at all in this place. He could feel a few string below him tighten and loosen as the sound came again, only closer this time.

?Who?s there?? Grey stammered at the sound. It stopped for a second, and the cords stopped quivering.

?Is someone there?? Grey heard faint clicking sounds in the distance, but they were still too close for comfort.

Grey was starting to doubt that this sound was coming from a person as the clicking sounds became louder. They sounded like tapping, like someone was clicking their nails against a desk.

?Who the hell is there!? Show yourself!? His voice echoed off the walls as he shouted at the sound. Grey felt that he would regret those words as the shuffling began again, getting louder as it got closer.

?Stay back! I?ve got a weapon!!? Grey patted his pockets, hoping that a tommy gun or a bazooka would magically appear in his pockets. He pulled out his dull swiss army knife. He frantically fumbled around with all the little doodads on it, trying to find the actual knife on it.

Suddenly, two red lights appeared in front of him. They towered over his sitting form easily. And they were only ten feet away, and coming closer. Grey backed up as best he could, and found himself the wall he was searching before. Now he was seriously between a rock and a hard place!

Grey?s body trembled with a rush stronger than he had ever felt. The creature was scrambling towards him, unaffected by the sticky webs. Standing up and gripping the wall, he had to decide quickly what to do. The thing was taller than he was, and it could move very fast. He, on the other hand, could barely take his feet off the silky stings, let alone run fast on it. He could try and fight it off, but with what? If he was lucky, he would correctly choose his knife, but he could also pick a can opener or other equally unlethal tools. Even if he got his knife, would it help against this thing!? It was only five feet away, and it?s form was becoming clearer. He had to choose now!