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A Painting Demise It had started like any other day would, in the sense that the normality of the routine blinded one to change. But then again, almost everything started as a normal day; even things as disastrous as the World Wars began with seemingly normal days. In fact, if those who would be effected had noticed something was off, one might have worried over it to the point of paranoia- never a very good thing. One of the soon to be victims, a young girl only the age of nine, paroled the gallery halls curiously and stoically. Just like any other day for little Ib Kouri.A Painting Demise by TheLieEatingDragon
She passed many interesting pieces of art, such as The Lady in Red and The Reserved Seat, but the one that she was the most attracted to was one with a title she could not read. The only word that made sense to her in the title was World, but that didn't help much. And then the lights flickered ominously, sending a chill down her spine as the one semi-loud gallery became complet
Ib the anime 4th chapterIb the anime~~~4th ChapterIb the anime 4th chapter by JeanLuz
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Ib was down the hall from the mouth near the warning she had seen before. She felt a small lump in her throat as she clutched the wooden apple in her hand. She had to go forward though; she had to face this mouth. Ib slowly approached the mouth as she drew near she heard it’s strident voice “Hungry…give food..” Ib looked to the apple she was glad to have found it “I have this…” She spoke softly. The mouth seemed to drool slightly, Ib grimaced it was rather disgusting. “That food…give to me…” The mouth opened wide enough to eat the apple in one bite. Ib carefully placed it in the mouth. She tensed feeling the tongue graze her hand. She quickly drew her hand back and tried to shake off the unpleasant liquid. Though it appeared to be varnish and not real drool, she felt rather thankful for this. She began to hear the mou
PuppetDark night. Stars and the moon were covered with the clouds and the streetlights weren't lit up, so the only thing to make the city lighter were lamps that shined through the windows, but it was so weak it barely did anything. A cold wind blew through the city and it made a weeping sound, a little bit like a whistle.Puppet by TheHellHoudArt
Garry moved from one gravestone to another. Finally he found what he was looking for. He knelt in front of two gravestones, that were next to each other. He put his hand of one of them, and put a rose on another. He sighed. Tears started rolling down his eyes.
- G-Garry? - He heard a familiar voice. He turned around.
- Ib?! - He saw his old friend. He hasn't seen her since the last months... Accident.
They ran up to each other and Garry gave her a bear-hug. They started talking, when Garry realized it was past midnight.
- Ib. What are you doing here? - He asked.
- Oh... I... My friends challenged me to spend a night here and I agreed.
- Your parents just let you go?
Understanding Mary (IB ENDING SPOILER sorta)No one will understand me. No matter how much I try, I can never get out. And now because of my determination, I am burning, being left to die. It’s so painful… I never wanted this place to be my home. I was just a puppet of this world… the youngest of all the paintings… I did nothing wrong. I only wanted to find my father, and be with him. I remember the days when he created me. Each stroke was gentle, and precise. When my upper body was created, I would urge him on from this world, sitting in my canvas as he painted. My canvas is the only thing that reminds me of him and now it’s being burned. I was alone and misunderstood. When he disappeared after finishing me… I was heartbroken; he had left me alone with no one to play with.Understanding Mary (IB ENDING SPOILER sorta) by KyomiHikaru
It hurts so much, being burned. I watch Ib and Garry from the flames. I thought she had promised me we’d be friends. I guess I was wrong, and now it has resulted in my burning. What did I do to make her hate me so
Ib - Promise of a Happy Ending 1PrologueIb - Promise of a Happy Ending 1 by KuroZakuraHime
This story is based off on a horror adventure game called "Ib". It is about a young girl who went to an art gallery with her parents. She observed paintings until she stumbled upon an alternate version of the gallery. When she entered the gallery, she picked up a rose, which is her health. Along the way, she met a man named Garry. The two of them try to find a way out by solving puzzles while avoiding artwork that has come alive to kill them. Then, they met Mary. Mary was Ib's age. What Garry finds out later on is that Mary is a painting. The player makes choices of who will be dead and alive. Depending of your choices in the game, it can be that all characters are dead or one or two characters alive. My story is going to the beginning when Guertena started to paint his infamous works of art. Then, it will have three original characters: Keilana (Amaryllis), Viola Firn, and Fiera Fae. Keilana, Viola, and Fiera are my original characters. This fan fiction o
The Black Rose As Garry and Ib walked through the mortifying gallery, they noticed something in one of the small library rooms. A boy, he seemed a young teenager, was sitting in the corner reading a book, with many more stacked in piles next to him. Garry attempted to approach the boy. "Hello. What are you reading there?" He asked innocently. The boy, who hadn't noticed anyone come into the room took off like a rocket, book in hand. "Well, that was unusual," mused Garry. "But we really ought to find that kid. We'll have to make sure to be more cautious in our approach next time."The Black Rose by LittleMacFan
It had been a living hell for Garry, who just escaped the wretched doll room. He was slowly trying to keep himself sane when he noticed a figure. "...E-Excuse me!" Garry said. The figure looked up. "You're that kid from earlier, aren't you?" Garry asked. The boy stepped out and revealed his figure. He was a thin boy, with square glasses and unkempt hair. He was wearing an polo shirt and cargo shorts
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