Hello, everyone! I am Raven G. Black, an ameture writer, actress, and Ib cosplayer. This is my first Ib fanfiction, and I really hope you guys like it! This took a while too, so don't mind if it gets kind of boring and stuff. I am a huge Mary fan, so don't be mad when I say good stuff about her in this... Enjoy!
I held the music box close, the smooth wooden surface cooling me down after sitting in the blazing heat of the lamp that hung over me all day. My hand slowly went to crank the metal key. To let loose the tune I so horribly wanted to forget, yet I somehow needed to keep myself from going insane. I began to hum along. It was such a melancholy but beautiful song, and I have had it drilled into my head since I was created. Father would whistle the tune, sometimes making up words as he went. Just making it out of nothing.
Just like me.
The words to the song, my song, were created without anything to help Father think. He just imagined and there it was. It is no real song, just like I am no real human. Actually, I am no human at all.
A painting is all I am.
As the music played, I danced a lonesome waltz, the notes being the only ones to lead me step after step. The only sounds to be heard were that of the music box and my shoes clicking against the tile floor. The rest of the paintings slept when came out of my painted-in prison.
I wanted friends, but why did I come out when I knew I would be alone?
I frowned when the music stopped. I was alone. I didn't want to be, but why would anyone want to be friends with me?
Be friends with someone as fabricated as I?
I cranked the key again to distract myself so I wouldn't begin to cry. The notes floated weightlessly and I began to dance again. Maybe someday, someone would come! Maybe I would have friends! And we would play together.
Together forever.
If I was to ever have friends, they would have to be truthful and be with me until the end. I would consider the dolls somewhat friends, but they disappear easily and I get sad and mad when they leave. Those stupid things are never with me. Never, ever, ever! And when they come back, the dolls become a pile of stuffing and buttons and string.
I looked around, tears beginning to flood my eyes and blur my vision. What if I was alone forever because I was mean? Because I got mad when things were in my way? Well, I was alone all the time… The darkness was beginning to scare me. Worry stared motionlessly at me as I danced with only my shadow. Strained ear listened to the hollow and haunting notes of the my song with absolutely no emotion. Tattletale sat on the wall opposite of me, the lips hopelessly resisting the urge to sing the words my father once sang to me as he painted.
As he painted his final painting
As he painted a complete monster
As he painted me.
The music box dropped to the floor with a crash. Though battered and on its side, the music still echoed through my lonely home. I hated the song so much, but I couldn't live without it. I fell to my knees, the bottom of my green dress sprawled out behind my feet, and I put my hands over my face. So Worry wouldn't see my helpless form kneeling down on the white tile floors of the gallery, so Strained Ear wouldn't hear my empty cries, and so Tattletale wouldn't tell the rest of the gallery of my troublesome existence.
My song stopped with a metallic click, the only sound that echoed through the dark scary gallery was that of my faint crying.
There we go! My... decent... Ib fanfiction! I hope you enjoyed it, and be sure to rate and review!
Note: The music box was playing Puppet, or Mary's Theme, just so that doesn't confuse anyone...