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Ib Ficlet-Losing ItMary walked along the tiles, keeping her feet inside it's small dimensions as she went on her way. She passed by various paintings and statues that called for her attention, but the little girl passed them by without a word. She had someone she was going to see, someone who would always be with her...if she was still sane at the time.Ib Ficlet-Losing It by ~TheEchoingSoul
Mary found the painting and plopped down onto the ground, sitting indian style as she waited. The woman in the painting looked down at her before smiling and giving a small wave. The blonde's face split into a smile, "Hello! ow are you today?"
The woman tapped her chin to think, her brows furrowing, "Oh, not very well. Being in this place is making my lucid moments far and few inbetween."
Mary nodded sadly, truly feeling sorry for the brunette haired woman. She could tell that the gallery was starting to get to the woman without her even having to say anything, it was evident through her actions.
"Well, maybe we'll get out someday." Mary stated as she pul
IB Drabbles 4 First MeetingIB Drabbles 4 by ~TheMadHattersCup
Her porcelain face coated with worry shone through all the darkness as the man opened his eyes. Her face was the first thing he saw. Then it was the blue rose.
The pain had gone away and his body felt as light as a feather.
“Thank you, stranger. You got my rose back for me.” There was an initial distrust toward the small girl who was stuck in the distorted world with him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “Oh! You must be one of the people from the gallery just like me!”
She nodded. He smiled. There was something rejuvenating about her, something that made his dampened spirits burst with new enthusiasm.
“Eve.” The girl spoke softly and politely. So ladylike and so filled with a childish youth. It was something the man hadn’t dealt with in a long time. “That’s my name; Eve.”
“Ah... Garry. Garry’s the name. Nice meeting you, Eve.” The smile wouldn’t come off
Waiting For TomorrowTitle: Waiting For Tomorrow (Prologue)Waiting For Tomorrow by ~R-O-K-U-S-H-I
Pairing/s: None; Intended to be a purely platonic fic
Summary: "Hey Ib... Um... If only two of us could get out of here... then what?"
Ib only had a rather small idea of what that word could mean, but she didn't know what possessed her when she used that word in her and Mary's earlier conversation. Although the seemingly younger girl just laughed and tried to reassure Ib they'd all get out together, their little chat wouldn't leave her mind.
What if it was really true? What if only two out of three of them could get out? With the many surprises this fake gallery's given them, most not even amusing, there could still be a lot of things they were missing.
Mary continued looking at the various paintings and that one mannequin head in the room while Ib took a moment to stare at her rose. Only four petals were left since she had tripped and accidentally breathed in that odd,
Ib All Alone...Ib All Alone... by ~SumRandomPerson12
"The final stage..." A small girl mumbled, her index finger moving across the white sign that was plastered to a wooden stand; ignoring the echo of her voice. Looking past the sign, Ib could see a dark bed with a strange, cloud-like headrest in shades of black and white. The young child raised an eyebrow at the piece of furniture resting on the snow-white rug.
To be honest, the black and diamond-shaped bed didn't really look very threatening to the young brunette; not after what she had experienced in past...day?
A day? A week? A few hours?
...To be honest, the girl didn't know how long she had been in this desolate and creepy gallery, all she knew was that she now alone-- again.
She had lost Garry to Mary and lost Mary due to her own actions-- ones of revenge of course. Ib was surprised that she could even pull herself to take the life of something that wasn't exactly living per se, seeming as though she internally cried when she "accidentally" killed the ant's painting
Ib Fanfiction part 17///Garry's P.O.V///Ib Fanfiction part 17 by ~ChaosControl7920
I stepped through the door and into a new room, determined
to regroup with the girls.
The lights in the room were constantly flickering on and off,
but I hardly noticed this. I also hardly registered a figure
walking past a window the same time I passed by it, I did though
and I jumped once it register.
Shaking it off, I kept walking but stopped short when I spotted
something rolling down the stairs and went 'Splat' against the wall.
It scared me at first, but I knew it was only paint. After all, blood
couldn't possibly do something like that...right..?
My mind rested when I peeked around the corner and saw a painting at the
top of the stairs, where the paintball came from. No one was bleeding thankfully.
It was just a picture of...a clown? I think it was a clown, at least, I couldn't
quite tell. The colors were rather mixed together and made the picture that way,
but it was hard to tell what exactly it was.
A splot of purple paint appeared on the w
Garry x Reader [Ib] Roses Are Life Part 6Garry x Reader [Ib] Roses Are Life Part 6 by ~DragonSkaterofFAB
Garry x Reader [Ib] Roses Are Life Part 6
Ib drags you all the way to the end of the hallway. "Ib...you know I can walk by myself..." She stops and looks up at you. "I know, but I want to hold your hand. It makes me feel better." For what feels like hours, you both stare at each other. Maybe, she's not as tough as I thought...then again, she is still a little kid. You give a small smile. "Alright, but you don't have to drag me..." She shrugged.
You two keep walking, but this time, you're going side by side. Heh, that's better! You make it to the end of the hallway, and you try to turn the knob, but it won't turn. "Well, looks like we'll have to find a-" You're interrupted as you hear a small click from the door, but it doesn't sound like the lock.
Ib tugs on your hand, and says, "Look, there's a code. I think it has something to do wi
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