I'm back! This time I've decided to write a fan-fic on the game Ib, and take a short break from Resident Evil. I hope you don't mind :P Anyway, this fanfic is pretty much an OC/SI. Instead of Ib, it's my mind with Ib's lifestyle. You'll see, haha. I hope that doesn't scare you away, I promise I won't completely ruin the story/game! Just trust me! Well, I hope you all enjoy this story, and I'll see you next time!

It was an early afternoon on a Saturday, one of my favorite days of the week—the other being Sunday—and my parents and I were on our way to an art gallery of a famous artist named Guretena. He was long ago passed and my mother absolutely loved his artwork. It was unique in an indescribably beautiful way.

We'd been driving down a busy street for the past hour or so and I'd been simply gazing out of the window, astonished by all of the old fashioned buildings. I'd always had a certain fascination with vintage items; clothes, buildings, cars, you name it. My parents shared this fascination, but not nearly as great as I.

"Did you remember everything, Emily?" My mother asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, mother." I replied sweetly, continuing to look at all of the people on the street.

"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?" Before I could answer, she spoke again. "Keep it in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"

"Yes, mother."

I was raised responsibly, taught to say please and thank you, sir and ma'am, and I had a great childhood. We've always been a wealthy family, I guess you could say. We mostly kept to ourselves, except for the other housewives mother occasionally liked to invite over, and we never spent money on anything we didn't need. We were pretty old fashioned, but I can't say I wasn't pleased with my life.

We arrived at the exhibition and you could just barely make out the sounds of a violin and a piano playing classical music on the speakers over-head.

"Well… we're here." My mother said as we entered the building. "This is your first time in an art gallery, right, Emily?" I nodded. "That's right; you've only seen the pictures I've shown you online!"

"Should we get to the reception desk?" My father asked, gesturing towards the desk at the front of the room.

"Ah, yes, let's get some pamphlets as well."

I followed my parents up to the reception desk, and as my father was speaking with the man standing behind the counter I turned to my mother. "Mother, may I have a look around?"

"Really, Emily? Oh, alright. Just don't wander off too far, okay?"

With a 'Yes, mother.' I headed for a room to our right. There was a large painting of a fish on the floor, and reading the plaque in front of it, I learned it was named Abyss of the Deep, inspired by Guretena's fascination with the fact that there are places in the world where man will never stand. I didn't quite understand it, but walked away anyway. After wandering around for a good ten minutes, I headed back to the front room, only to find my parents still chatting with the man at the reception desk. Seeing people head up a flight of stairs behind him, I decided too as well; maybe there was more art up there.

I was right; there was just as much art upstairs as there was downstairs. There were three statues, all in red, yellow, and blue and all without a head named Death of the Individual. I'm not going to pretend I fully understood Guretena's work, but maybe that was the point. You weren't supposed to get it, just admire it, and having the best part of the work be the mystery of it.

Wandering around a little while longer, I found a large painting in the back. No one was around so I approached it. The painting appeared to simply be several different paintings jumbled together into one. Looking closer, I read the name Fabricated World. As soon as I stepped back, the lights flickered on and off, and the classical music quickly faded away. Getting a bit curious, I headed back around the corner, only to see that everyone in the room had disappeared. That was a bit disconcerting, seeing as there was just about eight people there only a minute ago.

I decided to head downstairs, but nobody was there either. As soon as I stepped down from the last step, the lights flickered a bit before going out completely. There was something about the dense silence and the eerie darkness that sent chills down my spine. I walked briskly back into the room with the fish and called out.

"Hello?" I said with worry, but got no answer.

I checked everywhere, calling out for my parents or anyone who could hear me, but got no response. As I walked past the rose titled Embodiment of Spirit, I heard a cough from behind me. I turned around quicker than I meant to and nearly lost balance, but caught myself before I fell back on the statue. Looking forward, I saw a painting of a man I must have missed earlier named The Coughing Man. Could he have been the one who…?

I shook my head. That's insane; I must've just imagined it.

I went back to the main entrance only to find that the doors were locked. That's when I started to get worried. With nothing else to do, I ran back upstairs. I began to panic, calling out for anyone, but still got no response. At one point I ran by a painting of two fruit when suddenly one of them fell right in front of my eyes. I blinked multiple times, but no matter how many times I looked away, when I turned back it was still there.

There was something going on, but I couldn't process in my mind what it was. Maybe it was a prank, or some kind of hostage situation, I didn't know. I just wanted to get out of that place.

Not knowing what else to do, I ran back to Fabricated World and was surprised when I saw blue paint seeping out from the bottom of the painting. I bent down to touch it, to see if it was real, when the words 'Come Emily' in red appeared on the floor. When I turned back around, the blue paint had formed words. They wrote 'come down below emily, ill show you some place secret'. As crazy as it sounds, I thought it would be a good idea to listen to who, or whatever was speaking to me, and ran back down stairs.

At first I didn't notice any changes, but then running back into the main room I noticed footprints on the ground, leading to the floor painting. I took cautious steps forward; could this be what the words meant by 'come down below'? I didn't know what else to do; I tried every exit but nothing worked. Maybe it was something in the building messing with my head, I don't know, but next thing I knew, I was jumping into a pool of blue paint.

So how was that for a first chapter? The next chapters might be a bit longer; we'll just have to see how I want to section everything. So thanks for reading, and it would mean a lot if you stuck around for chapter two! Thanks again! ^^