The floor suddenly collapses. The fall wasn't huge and at the bottom you find yourselves in a viscous dark substance that had hampered the fall.
“Oh great, now whaaaawt's this?” you ask feeling the sticky dark goo with your hands.
Max waited for his involuntary braying to end to reply “I dunno. Guess we only have one way forward now anyway.”
You were now in a dark corridor. The bad lighting in the area showed you that the black goo on the floor covered the entire path. “For a funshouse this sure isn't funny” you complain.
The goo resists your movements and each step you take you find its resistance growing.
Finally you found that you couldn't walk any longer. Your foot just couldn't leave the slime. As you tried your best to raise your foot you found your equilibrium failing and your upper body fell, though your hands prevented your entire body from being soaked with the substance.
Slightly behind you Max laughed/brayed “Ha Ha Hawwww Heee Haaaaw” a perfect imitation of a donkey. Watching his face in slight panic as he couldn't stop the sounds you couldn't help but bray as well.
You decided to walk in all fours and found out it was fairly easier to move this way. The sticky substance didn't resist as much. “Come owwwwwn, Max. Just drop down. It's easier” you told him as you saw he getting behind, unable to walk.
Max follows your example and soon enough you are both walking on all fours through the corridor. Strangely enough you can hear your back snap and your vertebrae readjust. It doesn't hurt though and so you and Max continue on eventually getting to the end of the corridor and proceeding to turn right.
No longer with the viscous goo on the floor, you attempt to clean it off your hands and feet on the walls and floor but it barely comes out. The residues on your body seem to come off easily, though. You bray impatiently but not only does the goo keep sticking in your hands and feet you also find that it limits the movement of your fingers and toes. You can barely move or even feel them.
Both of you keep going until you suddenly remember you're walking on all fours. Feeling silly you push yourself on to your feet but the posture feels weird. Somehow it felt more comfortable walking with your hands on the floor as well. You fear with each step that you will only fall forwards.
Max kept following you, still on all fours. “Come owwwwn Max. Want a hand?” He looked confused at you. He brayed for a few moments and in between he said “Why? It's much better this way” he said with effort. He was talking with more and more difficulty as if braying was becoming his natural language.
You both walked down the corridor, seeing a light at the end. Could it be the exit? As you walked the sense of uneasiness increased. You were still walking on your tiptoes but your balance was getting off. Max went ahead of you but turned to you to say “Waaaaahlk like meeeew Haaaaw”
Feeling uncomfortable and frustrated with how slow you're walking you agree and fall on all fours once again, braying in bliss as if this was the normal way to walk.