Okay sooo this is my second story in the game called Ib! I plan on making this a long story and since I'm sure my summary will be a long one I will say it here.
Summary: No one knows about Ib's little sister. Ib's turning eleven this year and her sister, Christie, is turning ten. Ib still keeps in touch with Gary and Gary visits them sometimes. Christie, a doe eyed young child has nightmares almost every night and almost every time Ib comes to comfort her. Truth be told Ib and Gary weren't the only ones that'd been to that Art Gallery. Christie had come with her baby sitter and then got trapped in the Fabricated world. Christie had to run from a creature that was known to be the darker side of herself. Managing to escape it was only a while later that she'd realized that Ib and Gary had been there too. It isn't long before Ib, Gary, and Christie meet up before they realize that they've had the exact same dreams, dreams of Mary coming back for revenge and of a ancient evil that Christie must deal with lest it be released into their world.
So that's the summary! Christie had already gone through all of that for a reason. I wanted to get right into the action! XD
So disclaimer time! I sadly don't own the wonderfully fantabulous game called Ib! No matter how much I will it so D:
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"Wa-Wah! Don't hurt me please!" The scream cut through the haze swallowing her mind whole and Christie looked, wide eyed, at the strange creature before her.
It was a headless statue with a red dress wrapped haphazardly around its slender frame. Its hands were stretched out prepared to grasp Christie's shoulders. Christie had only seen this monstrosity once or, she means, more than once in THAT world.
The Fabricated World. The world that was the cause of her nightmares, the very same that her sister and her best friend had gotten stuck in. Christie assumed that the world was created by Guertena because the paintings and sculptures were all typically owned by Guertena. Whatever the case Christie had gone to the art gallery with her baby sitter one day and as she was looking at a painting she'd turned around to find that everyone had disappeared. It wasn't even a few seconds later before the lights flickered once, twice, then went off. She'd stumbled into that world confused and lonely but despite running from so many strange and terrifying paintings and sculptures she'd come to realize that some of them would willingly help her.
Christie was backed into the wall now with that sculpture slowly starting to bear down on her. Franticly Christie swiped her hands across the wall looking for a switch or a door or anything to get her away from the sculpture. And then, finally, as the sculptures hand tips grazed her arm Christie's hand found a door knob and she turned it. Because she was leaning into the wall when the door opened she fell through and collapsed to the ground on the other side, kicking the door shut in the process.
Heart racing she looked up and around the room. It seemed to be a plain old purple room with no door or switch or even a picture. Well that wasn't true, there seemed to be a artists picture hung up in the corner. Unable to see the picture well from her position she cautiously stood up to go examine the picture.
With a bad feeling she looked up at the picture, her heart nearly stopping,"The lady in blue." Her mouth barely formed the words but even so the words seemed a tangible force in this suddenly claustrophobic room.
Already knowing this part of the dream Christie quickly backed away thinking that the Lady in Blue would fling herself off of the wall. Instead though nothing happened. Upon closer inspection it turned out that the Lady in Blue's frame was crooked. Unsure whether or not that this was a bad idea Christie straightened the frame. As she did so a click echoed through out the room.
Warily Christie only tossed her head back to throw a glance across the room. To the left of her there was a door that had not been there before and she was quite sure that when she turned the door knob it would be unlocked.
Turning away from the picture and hurrying to the door a crash caught her momentarily off guard. Looking towards the source of the sound her amber eyes grew wide at the sight of the Lady in Blue crawling towards her. Those precious seconds of staring at the Lady in Blue proved to be fatal because as the painting woman grew close she wrapped one surprisingly cold hand around Christie's ankle.
"Ack! Let go!" Christie tried to unwrap the painting woman's hand from around her foot but the grip was surprisingly tight.
Slowly to Christie's dismay the painting woman started to pull herself bit by bit up her legs. Christie didn't want to find out what would happen when the painting woman got to a certain point so she started to pull and yank at the Lady in Blue. Christie only managed to stop the painting's ascent. Her arms shook with the effort of yanking the painting off of her, the painting was like immovable stone!
Finally though, bit by bit, she could feel the painting give way. It wasn't much longer that she was able to pry the painting's hands off her hips. Holding the painting up by its hands she looked it in the eyes and then threw it into the wall. What creeped her out was that she was quite sure that the painting had hissed at her.
Christie sighed and, feeling her strength draining by the minute, practically pulled herself to the door. Grasping the door knob and turning it she, of course, found the door to be unlocked. Glimpsing from under the curtain of her hair Christie looked to where she tossed the painting woman and found that the painting woman had disappeared.
Of course that would happen, she thought silently.
Sighing in exhaustion she crept into the other room cautiously and shut the door behind her, the door disappearing as she did so. As she turned her attention to the room she let out a gasp of fear. There, standing in the back of the room was Mary. The woman that had chased Ib and Gary quite a few times and even chased her once as well. Mary looked as whole as ever but Ib had told her that they'd burn her painting which should have killed her.
But here was Mary looking as whole and as devious as ever with a palatte knife in her hand. Her painting was stuck to the wall behind her looking not at all smashed or burned like it should have been. Mary was staring at her with hatred.
"M-Mary?! How are you alive?!" Christie hated the quiver in her voice and she cleared her throat.
"Oh please, don't focus on how I'm alive. Focus on trying to get away... Because this time I will kill you," and with that Mary began striding forward with slow deliberate steps, her dress swaying behind her as she seemed to take great pleasure in seeing her squirm. The palatte knife gleamed dimly in the low life. Christie could practically hear the palatte knife scream for her life.
There was no way out, Christie saw that as she gazed about the pittifully small room. Before, in the Fabricated World, Mary had been trying to kill Gary to get him to take her place but now it looked as if Mary was trying to get Christie to take her place.
The only thing she thought as Mary bore down on her was that she wished she could burn that painting behind her but the only thing on her own person was pajamas. Christie pressed herself into the wall as Mary stopped a foot in front of her and raised the palatte knife. There was no regret in her eyes as she brought the palatte knife down.
Christie was then aware of someone shaking her and she woke up screaming,"Don't kill me Mary!"
"Christie! Its okay, its only me." She blinked her eyes wide wide open to see that Ib and Gary were beside her bed side staring at her with fear and concern. She mentally kicked herself after realizing that they would know she'd been to the Fabricated World. She had never actually told them she'd been there. She had also never told them about her nightmares either but it looked as if it was time.
Gary's eyes grew hard as he stared at her, it was clear that he'd come to that same realization,"Christie... I think you've got some explaining to do."
Ib on the other hand watched her wide eyed with grief plain in her eyes and an expression that said 'please say it isn't so'. They were waiting for her to explain it all, it was plain to see. Christie balled her hands into her bed sheets and wondered where to begin. Christie looked out of the only window of her room and decided to start from the beginning, when she'd just gotten to the Art Gallery.
She turned and was surprised by Ib grasping her hand. She was also surprised by the depth of grief in her eyes. Looking Ib in the eyes Christie thought, I'm sorry. Turning to Gary she sighed and replied," As you've come to realize I have been to the Fabricated World.
Weeeell! This was more like the prologue than anything else. The story will truly start when ever they go to the Art Gallery.
So Read and Review and let me know whatchu think so far! :D