I'm obsessed with this game called Ib! I literally can't stop thinking about it! Plus I've got writer's block and needed something to clear my mind. So, here we go! An Ib Fanfic! Enjoy!

P.S. If you don't already know, this is after the ending "Sacrifice". It's a really sad ending so I needed to make a Fanfic for it! Here we go!


Garry walked home with his sister, Mary, after she started sobbing over a painting.

"You feeling okay Mary?" Garry asked.

Mary stayed silent, staring at the ground. She shook her head. The poor girl had just witnessed her best friend tear up her rose. Then she had pushed both of them into the painting, just so her and Garry could get out safely. Mary started to tear up again.

"Hey, don't cry." Garry comforted the poor girl as he knelt down in front of her. "When we get home you can eat some macaroons! That sound good?" Garry asked.

Mary burst into tears.

"H-hey what's wrong?" Garry asked.

"IB!" Mary cried.

The name made Garry feel something. Was that...sorrow? He felt like something was missing. He couldn't help but cry along with his little sister. For what reason, he did not know. "L-let's go home Mary. I think you need a nap."


"Here you go. Get some sleep Mary." Garry said as he set her down in her bed. "Sweet dreams." He kissed her forehead.

"Ib..." Mary muttered.

There it was again. The feeling that something was missing, that feeling of great sorrow. "M-M-Mary...that name."

Mary looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears. "Yes?"

Garry paused. "N-never mind it's nothing."

Mary buried herself in her blankets. "Ib." She muttered one last time before falling asleep.


Darkness. That was all she saw. Just a vast darkness that seemed to go on forever.

I would choose both.

Her eyes flew open. How was she alive? Didn't she destroy her rose? The young girl looked at her surroundings. She was still in the gallery, but she was no longer by the painting called "Fabricated World". She was by a frame that had no painting. She looked closer. It was the gallery! The real gallery!

She looked at the people moving around. She gasped when she saw two familiar figures walking towards the staircase.

Garry and Mary.

Garry stopped at stared at her. She called out to him, but he didn't answer.

"They can't hear you." A voice said from behind her.

The young girl jumped and spun around. She saw a blue doll with red eyes.

"You're a painting now." The doll said. "Mommy and the man with the purple hair got out. Mommy switched your life for hers."

The young girl shook her head.

"You pushed them out?" The doll asked. "Woah. You must really like Mommy and purple head."

The young girl looked out the painting again.

"Hmm." Garry said. He walked closer. "I don't believe I've seen that painting before. It seems familiar but..." The young girl gasped. He didn't remember her? He looked at Mary. "What do you think Mary?" He asked.

Mary turned around and walked up to Garry. When she saw the painting she gasped. Mary ran to the painting and started to cry.

The young girl behind the painting tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Mary couldn't hear her.

The blonde looked down at what the young girl assumed to be her title. She paused for a while, taken in the painting. "Ib..." Mary muttered. More tears fell down her face. Mary had remembered, but Garry hadn't.

The young girl watched as Garry knelt down in front of Mary and hugged her. Jealousy ran through the young girl, though she knew it was foolish. Garry could take care of Mary now. Everything was okay. So, the young girl watched as Garry carried Mary out of the gallery and into their home.

Ib was all alone.