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Together ForNEVERIb rubbed her eyes. What was I doing? she thought. Suddenly, she remembered how she had left her family to see the exhibition in peace.Together ForNEVER by IbFan0111
Ib turned away from the painting. She felt strange. It was almost as if she'd been walking forever. She was dehydrated, for her tongue felt like sandpaper. In fact, she thought she was crying earlier.
"How does it feel to be alone?" a familiar voice called out. "Abandoned? You deserve this for how rudely you treated me!"
Ib identified the voice as her sister Mary's. Ib turned a little and saw Mary staring at a painting. A scowl was spread on her face.
"Mary?" Ib asked. "Why are you talking to a painting?"
Mary looked shocked to see Ib. "Ib!" she exclaimed. "There you are!"
Ib stared at the painting Mary was "talking" to. It was of a man collapsed on the ground. He looked sleepy. "I think I've seen this man before. I wonder-"
Mary cut Ib off. "Mom sent me to look for you. I'm getting hungry. Dad said me might go to a café later! D
Ib's Sacrifice ~ End ~ After EndIb’s Sacrifice ending:Ib's Sacrifice ~ End ~ After End by JeanLuz
*picking up from Ib finding her rose and the pink key*
Ib and Garry got back into the room the toy box had been. The room was dark now and the walls were painted pink. Where the toy box had been there seemed to be a staircase but it was being blocked by large yellow roses and thorny vines. Garry frowned “Looks like someone doesn’t want us to go up there.” Ib nodded she took Garry’s hand “Let’s go…” Garry tensed and frowned he looked to her “Don’t you want to see what is up there Ib?” Ib shook her head “Please…”
Garry sighed “Very well…” He took her hand and they started out the front door. Ib and Garry were in the drawing book town again. When they reached the center of the town Ib and Garry hurried to the vase. Garry looked to Ib and smiled “You first please.” Ib looked to her rose then the wounds on Garry’s legs. She slowly put her rose
Together Forever ~ End ~ After EndTogether Forever:Together Forever ~ End ~ After End by JeanLuz
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“….loves me….loves me not…..loves me…” Ib followed Mary’s voice as it echoed through the hall. She was alone now after Garry had stopped to rest. She reached the top of the stairs. The room they had entered with the toy box had changed. It was odd, all pink now with large yellow roses and vines on the far wall. Mary was in the center of the room she plunked the last petal “Loves me not….” She paused for a moment then tossed the stem aside “Loves me!” She smiled “Ah yay now I can…” She muttered something then hurried out of the room. Ib stood there pale as she glanced down at the beautiful blue petals on the dark floor. She walked over and picked up the stem of Garry’s rose. She felt tears fall down her face and hurried back down to Garry.
Once she got down the hall she ran over to h
Forgotten Portrait ~ End ~ After EndForgotten Portrait:Forgotten Portrait ~ End ~ After End by JeanLuz
(Continuing from Ib and Garry falling into the toy box and after finding each other)
Garry frowned “You look a little pale Ib are you sure you are ok?” Ib finally spoke up “I…I lost my rose.” Garry tensed “Lost your rose? That’s terrible Ib!” He shook his head “We’ll have to find it.” He took Ib’s hand and started to hurry about. Ib followed as best she could. After what was feeling like a rather fruitless search Ib spotted something on the floor. “Garry look.” She moved from him and picked up the pink key. Garry sighed “Well at least we have that now.” Just then a voice spoke up, not too far away.
“Oh what’s this? A present for me?” The voice stated. Garry and Ib tensed and looked behind them. Mary was there and in front of her was one of the disturbing dolls holding out Ib’s rose to her. She smiled and grasped it firmly in her hands. Mary smiled
Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 5Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 5 by JellyfishWriter
The two were met with a painting of a guillotine as they walked through the entrance. The paintings of the guillotines continued but with each artwork the blade was being risen, till it was no longer seen. (Male Name) and Ib came across a set of stairs leading down but a sudden scraping noise caused the two to flinch. (Male Name) looked up and his (e/c) eyes widened as he saw the blade of a guillotine falling above them. Quickly grabbing Ib by the arm, he pulled them down the stairs just in time. The ground shook and Ib clung onto (Male Name) as the blade was pulled back up.
Ib grabbed the end of the taller male’s jacket in her smaller hand and pulled him down the stairway. It led the two to another hallway that was completely red in colour. As they walked what seemed to be some type of stick figure ran across the space in front of them, causing (Male Name) to try his best to keep a small yelp to pass his lips. Unfortunately the two had no choice but to follow in the direction th
Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 4Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 4 by JellyfishWriter
“Where did these blue footprints come from?” Garry asked, staring at the painting that was in front of him.
Two blue footprints led into an artwork that was painted on the ground. The painting was of an angular fish in a deep, dark, blue abyss. (Male Name) slowly walked towards the artwork, Ib and Garry following close behind. The (h/c) took one step onto the painting and suddenly he felt as though he was falling. As the feeling continued to surround him, he could feel his stomach uneasily flip at the sensation. He opened his mouth to scream as he continued to fall but no sound came out of his slightly parched lips. The fall seemed to go for hours before he was unexpectedly enveloped in darkness and he lost consciousness.
(Male Name) felt something prodding his foot and he slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he managed to regain consciousness. His (e/c) eyes grew wide as he saw Ib standing in front of him, concern shown on her usually stoic face.
Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 2Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 2 by JellyfishWriter
(E/c) orbs gazed at all the small, glittering crystal sculptures.
“Find anything you like?” You glanced up at the woman who stood on the other side of the counter. She was an older women, possibly mid-sixties. Many wrinkles covered her smiling face and her head held a thick amount of grey, curly locks. She wore one of the floral dresses that was only ever seen worn on old ladies.
Your eyes strayed on a certain crystal sculpture. It was of a rose. Not just any rose but a blue one. The shade of blue reminded you of a certain purple haired male. You blushed at the thought and gently picked up the glass rose. The light from outside the store shone onto the rose and it looked absolutely magnificent. The stem was a simple shade of green but that wasn’t the thing that was beautiful. The petals of the rose were carved so perfectly and smooth that if not for the light that shined on it and the coldness that spread through his fingertips at the single touch of the item, it coul
Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 3Garry x Male Reader - Chapter 3 by JellyfishWriter
//Quick Author Note: I changed it from You to Male Name because I got sick of using ‘you’ all the time.//
The trio passed the reception desk and walked up the stairs to the 1st floor. As they looked around they immediately saw many different paintings and sculptures. (Male Name) had never been to an art gallery before and seeing these wonderful creations sparked a child-like excitement inside of him. His (e/c) eyes glistened with wonder as he started to walk ahead of the other two, first looking curiously at all the different paintings.
‘Lady Taking the Newspaper,’ ‘Worry,’ ‘Bitter Fruit’ and ‘The Lady in Red,’ were just some of the paintings the (h/c) saw on the first wall. Even though they weren’t the most interesting paintings (Male Name) couldn’t help but stare at each one in wonder. The boy had always taken an interest in Art. He wasn’t the best at drawing, painting or sculpting but he wasn’t the w
I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction)He pulled apart another one today. She would have to remember to pick another one up before she left for work, otherwise he would destroy her pillows again.I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction) by Lissy45213
She picked up piece after piece of rag doll: the button mouth, a piece of raggedy hair, and fragment of dress. She loyally picked up every piece, the same way she had done since the diagnosis. Then she heard him.
"Where is she? Where is she?"
She followed the voice to their bedroom, and there he was, on the floor, running his hands up and down the floorboard as if something might magically materialize if he just rubbed hard enough. It pained her to see him now when she could still see him so clearly before.
The fading purple mane, now a sickly gray color, and even his eyes were stained gray with cataracts he refused to admit were there. Doctors said it didn't matter. He didn't have much time left anyway. It wasn't "worth the trouble."
Oh, but if only they knew how much he was worth to her.
She walked over to her side of the bed and
White Roses Ch.19"The reason that art (writing, engaging, and all of it) is valuable is precisely why I can't tell you how to do it. If there were a map, there'd be no art, because art is the act of navigating without a map."White Roses Ch.19 by TheEchoingSoul
Discombobulating misinterpretations of mirthful misery juxtaposing webs of intricate lies with lace veils of truthful wedges. All in wrapped within the folds, a deceit or truth more questionable than the line that separates them. Where do they lead, who is the liar, who is to be followed?
Once, there was black and white, a lovely monochrome lie. It kept order and stability for the brainless, but the course of life is full of indecisiveness and in-betweens, where strict policy is outdated. Gray scale, the third party of in-betweens, was created, as nothing is black nor white.
For everything is a mere dream of make-believe and inevitability.
Ms. Creo walked down the corridor with purpose; hunting for the anomaly that she knew was present and one red-eyed teenager who she
White Roses Ch.18"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."White Roses Ch.18 by TheEchoingSoul
-Vincent Van Gogh
Once upon a dream, there was a little star who lived all alone in deep cobalt black. All the other stars were bright and vibrant, overlooking what the littlest deemed important. Ignorance was a virtue, for when that littlest star grew bigger and bigger and more vibrant, the majestic life once dreamed was a thorny path of dysfunctional life only redeemed by decadence, never ascension for the highest acme is brief for such a tiny star.
But, what is done in the depths will arise the phoenix or reaper, maybe a nullified existence altogether.
Ib awoke to the sound of whispering from next door. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head, praying for it to stop before she was awake enough to investigate. It was in vain. The noises only escalated into a din that tormented her ears while she staggered out of bed tiredly and went next door. The noise was so loud that she was physically trying to block it
White Roses Ch.17"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."White Roses Ch.17 by TheEchoingSoul
Hello, there! Goodbye! Dear now, the final sequence of act three has come to be. Be warned, the show is really about to start. It'll end with a fair maiden's sacrifice, but that is far enough away, no need to foreshadow the soon to be start of the end of an act held together by puppet strings, loosely held ties that shall tighten with red strings. Nevermore, a world of black and gray, gravitating towards the finale of a small part, but be aware, it ends in mere nights.
Soon to stop the third, to replace with the fourth.
Ib's stepped echoed through the corridor as she walked over to Ms. Creo's room, her fist politely knocking before entering the plush room. The gray-haired lady sat at her desk, going over documents as she indicated for Ib to take a seat on the sofa. The brunette closed the door behind her and sat down on the plush sofa, nearly relaxing at its soothing texture.
"Punctual, just what I woul
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