-Ever wonder what Ib would be like if Ib was Garry and Garry was Ib? Well, here you go.
PLEASE NOTE: in most cases, the dialogue has been completely altered.-
"Did you remember everything, Garry?" Garry's mother had asked him. They were on their way to an art gallery to view the works of Guertena.
"Feel free to wander around a little bit, Garry." His mother told him, as he walked away from the reception desk.
-GARRY'S POV-
I strolled away from the large reception desk, thrilled at the lovely idea of no parental supervision while I explored this museum. After a couple of turns, staircases, yada-yada, I approach an awesome looking painting titled, '? World'. I couldn't read what the first word said.
-IB'S POV-
I couldn't feel any part of my body. I was so overwhelmed with pain, all I felt was a cold numbness. I had blacked out a while ago, and I was just regaining consciousness. I heard someone talking to me, I just couldn't see who it was. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that it was a young boy. How had he gotten here? More importantly, I wasn't going to get some kid get killed by the monsters in this gallery. He looked tired, he had probably been through a lot by the time he found me. "Are you somebody else from the gallery? Have you gotten trapped here as well?" I asked.
"Trapped?" The small boy asked, "Meaning.. there's no way out?"
"No, not that I've seen." I reply, and the boy's curious expression fades, replaced with a rather disappointed one, making me feel as if I had let the boy down. I'm not sure why, for I was not to blame for this hidden world found beneath the art gallery.
-GARRY'S POV-
There's no way out? How is this even POSSIBLE?