Demons of My Dreams
Author Notes: So this is a request from a new friend a1b2c3d4e5f6g7h8. This author gave me a scenario, and a few things in the request, and as such i shall do my utmost best to follow through. With that in mind I do not own Ib.
3rd P.O.V
"Is she finally asleep?" Two pairs of eyes worriedly glance through the cracked door. "Yes, however it's possible that she'll subcom to nightmares again. Things...haven't been the same with her since we went to the gallery." It had been a few weeks.
The parents of one young miss Ib Rosefields gazed concerned at the little brunette. Her red eyes were closed, rimming with tears. Both day and night she was traumatized. Plagued by the memories. "We should let her be. Our poor daughter is exhausted."
Quietly they tiptoed away. Hoping that for once little 9 year old Ib would find peace in her dreams. But like all previous visits to her slumbered fantasies. They became enriched with destruction and fear. As if the art realm of guertena still holds her like a puppeteer pulling the strings.
In the dream...3rd P.O.V
'Why is this happening!' "Ahahaha! Come here Ib, I want to playyyyy~" Mary was huge, chasing the one inch tall child as she ran through the maze of artwork. The blonde haired girl was grinning, swinging her palette knife, practically skipping to reach the little girl.
"Please stop this Mary!" Her words came out as simple squeaks of fear to the sadistic piece of artwork. Though she was beginning to tire, Ib kept pushing herself. Screaming for her loved ones to come and save her.
She shrieked for Garry, her friend and ally through the dreaded realm of portraits and sculptures. For her protective and loving father. Wishing of her beloved and compassionate mother to come to her rescue.
What the young maiden wouldn't give to see her loved ones with her, safe and sound. But alas it was a hopeless desire, for Mary refused to stop, her high pitched giggling sounded like overly loud nails on a chalkboard. "Why are you running from me Ib? Don't you like me?"
The blue eyed girl pouted. Not liking how Ib was treating her. Just as our ruby eyed heroine tripped and was about to be crush by the realistic painting. Mary vanished. And the area around her went black with an ominous fog.
She trembled dreading what could be coming her way. When suddenly she felt the ground beneath her shake, breaking apart. She gasped as a large familiar figure stepped towards her. "Mother!" Kneeling down the beautiful lady Rosefield lifted her palm for little Ib to crawl on.
Relief spread to her limbs as she climbed onto her moms hand. Seeing that adoring expression made Ib feel at peace. But that all changed when vine like fingers grasped the child.
Harsh demonic laughter and a wicked smirk twisted onto her mothers face. "Goodbye Ib." As the young girl struggled to breathe, her body was tossed into the illusion of her mother.
"Kyaaaaaa!" The nine year old woke with a piercing scream, having a battle with her blankets. Sweat infested her palms as she shivered. Still feeling the deadly claws threw her into a mouth of decay. Tears flowed down her eyes, making it difficult to see.
Loud bangs startled her, causing another wail to escape her already raw throat. Her parents burst in, immediately trying to calm their daughter. But Ib still believed she was in the realm of evil. So she struggled.
Desperate to escape their cruel clutches. It took several moments of patience and coaxing for Ib to allow her parents near her. Neither were aware of the frightful adventures she was forced to endure.
Since Ib never told them, even if she did, it was such a far fetched tale, that no one would dare believe in. Well those that never experienced it first hand at least.
If anyone would've understood her feelings and situation at all. It would have been Garry. After all he was going through the same amount of insufferable trauma. Of course that's another secret that Ib kept from her family.
She was never the same since the gallery. While those she loved were surrounded by blissful ignorance. She and another were covered in darkness and blood. Each and every night the demons of her past would come.
Invading the safe haven that was known as her dreams. All too soon, a child was forced to face the harsh reality of magic and the supernatural. Wearing a mask of secrets and fake naivety. Just as fake as the painting that rose from their canvases to wreak havoc on poor unfortunate souls such as her.
The end...
Author Notes: Well what do you guys think? Remember this was a request, so it's obviously not gonna have too much canon stuff from the game. But it was an interesting concept and i did what i could to be descriptive and horrific to match the theme.
I'm especially curious as to what a1b2c3d4e5f6g7h8. As this person gave me the request in the first place. So with that I want to thank those who read, and would kindly leave a fav/follow/review if they liked it. Tchao for now.