I own nothing.
I love this game very much, and I must warn you, this game contains spoiler.
The conversation is from the rp of me and my girlfriend.
we just changed Ib's gender and added more conversation, knowing that Ib is very rare to talk.
Once more, English is not my first languange, and this isn't beta-ed.
Chapter 1
"Do you remember anything, Ib?"."Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday."."Keep it safe on your pocket, okay? Don't lose it."
In the early of afternoon, under a grey sky. Ib and his parents has arrived to the art gallery of Guertena. "Make sure you behave and don't make any ruckus." a middle aged woman with light brown short hair and oddly red eyes said to him, and patted his head before letting him go to examining the gallery. He gave a quick nod and ran upstair. He saw a plenty paintings and statues in many shape.
"Hmm. This painting is rarely odd." a man mumbled something almost inaudible but still clear for Ib to heard. The tall man with pale purple hair, examining a painting that looks like a hanged man which is turned upside down. There's a serial number on the clothes of the hanged man, but Ib guess the man didn't care too much for the numbers.
Ib approached the man, but it seems that the purple haired man didn't noticed him, so he decided to walk to another section. He saw a painting of a woman in red dress and red eyes. Her brown hair reminded him of his mother, and himself.
Ib isn't a very charming boy for his age. He turned to nine years old this years. He wear red shorts and white button up long sleeved shirt. A red necktie hung loosely around the collar. He stepped to the floor infront of the fruits painting. His red shoes made a light thud everytime he stepped on the gallery's carpeted floor.
Just as he stepped downstairs and stared at the huge painting with unknown words below it, the light went off for some seconds, before turned on again. He tilted his head in confusion. He decided to gather back with his family, he didn't want to be left out alone. Not to mention when it's very dark.
He ran to another section, but soon he found it was empty. "Hello?" he called out, hoping someone will answer it, but he got none.
"Mom, dad." Ib keep calling his parents, but he got no answer. He sighed a bit. He's scared. He decided tho look around at the receptionist place. Just as he went there, he found no one. And the light is completely off. It's getting more darker and darker. He stared at the windows nearby. One of it is unlocked but he couldn't open it. When he approached another window, a red liquid were leaking out from the upper side of the frame.
He stepped back, and almost losing his balance, he will fell if he didn't grab the edge of the reception counter. He panted a bit, "What was that?" he muttered under his breath. It's dark and he don't like it. He tried to open the door to the exit, but it won't budge. He started to panic. He didn't want to travel more deeper to the gallery. He hate darkness.
But he had no choice. He held his trembling hands close to his chest as he stepped to another room. Hoping he'll find anyone. He stared at the paintings that seemed like watched him intently. He gasped when the fruit fell out of the painting when he walked past it. "It's not real, isn't it?" he crouched down to touch the fallen fruit. Only to got his hand stained by the orange oil paint.
He grimaced in fear, he needed to get out from this place. He ran to the another room, and found himself stared at the huge painting there. It had blue paint stained the lower left side of the frame. He bend down a bit to look at it, but he heard someone called him, from behind.
"Come down, Ib."