DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM IB
EDIT- I'm back~! Anyway, so I was reading over this and I realized there was a LOT of room for improvement, so I decided to go over and edit these chapters to increase the quality and such. As for that mysterious last chapter, I will be posting that after I'm done with all the edits for the previous chapters. I'll try to edit quickly, and I'm sorry for the wait!
10 years after the Together, Forever ending…
"Garry, Garry wake up! Garry, please wake up!" The voice of a young girl rang in the man's ears.
"I-Ib." The man's eyes fluttered open. A blue doll in a pink dress stood in front of him, and entertained smile adorning her face. He yelped as he jumped back.
"What are you doing here!? Where's Ib!?" He stood. "I… I have to find her."
"Have fun with that." The doll said, grinning. He stared at her.
"You… You can talk?" He asked. "No, that's not important. Where's Ib?! What have you done with her?! Is she alright!?"
"Oh, she's fine. Happy, even. Just spending some quality time with her sister at an art gallery." Garry looked at the doll strangely.
"She… She never told me she had a sister." He said more to himself than the doll.
"Oh, she doesn't."
"What? But you just said-"
"Someone had to replace you when you got stuck here." Garry looked at the doll, then shook his head.
"I don't have time for this." He said, turning around.
"I have to find Ib a-" Garry was cut short when he spotted the painting that adorned the wall. He opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't seem to form words.
The painting the adorned the wall was far from pretty. A huge white canvas was torn down the middle with thorny vines pouring from it. Bits of purple hair and ragged coat could be seen from within the tattered painting. Glass and fake blue petals were littering the floor.
Garry started trembling.
"N-No, It…. I…. No…" He fell to his knees, placing his hands on the floor. His finger met with a shard of glass, and blood poured from the open wound.
But upon closer examination, one would notice that the red liquid wasn't blood at all. Red paint dribbled down his shaky hand. He looked as it hit the floor, a terrified look in his eyes. The doll started laughing.
"Welcome to the Guertena's Fabricated Gallery… King."