ChloeBee901 introduced me to the horror game "Ib" and I have fallen in love with it. I came up with this when I was home alone, and just need to post it.


"Save me…" The same soft whisper; a call I couldn't place. His voice was familiar but I could never remember from where. "Save me… Ib…" His cry is almost silent and very pained. It always comes with the nightmare. Petals litter the ground where I stand. Each petal is a rich blue but wilted, and with them comes the feeling of failure, of pain. "Ib… Come back for me…"

Every time I go to the gallery there is one painting I can never look at. It's the one that I dream of at night. The golden frame and clear glass and the painting. I feel like I know him… I've searched. I could never find out everything. The painting didn't exist. And yet… it hangs in the busy hall of the art gallery. It's the one that I can never get away from me.

The nightmare starts the same way every time. "Ib… Save me Ib… Don't forget me…" His mournful cry always starts it. I hear scraping from a frame on the ground and the heavy thud of a statue being moved. I run to find where the man is.

"Loves me… Loves me not… Loves me… Loves me not… Loves me… Loves me not…" A girl coos. I see her fingering the last few petals. "Loves me… Loves me not… Loves me… Loves me not…" The empty stalk leaves her hand and hits the ground with a jolting thump. The sound doesn't belong to something so light. I run to where the painting waits in my dreams, ignoring the stalk. The painting hangs on a wall of crayon, strangely out of place. I reach out and touch the golden frame, only to scream when the painting starts to disintegrate at my touch.

"Garry!"

And it all starts again…