Hey this is my first time writing anything on fan fiction, actually this will be practice for me. I'm not an experienced writer and I would love to improve on my grammar and such. So to move on recently I've just gotten into the game Ib, which in my opinion, is the greatest game I've played up to point.

Including the fact it's a game begging for a fic, so let's begin shall we.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ib or any of the character...

If I did I would make Ib older. .3.;

A large portrait hung in front of the young girl, giving her on odd feeling of dread but still wonder. She hadn't remembered how she got here or what exactly was she up to, either way she began to start walking. She recalled only bits and pieces of her time in the gallery so she believed she knew where she was heading. As soon as she passed by a painting named "The Coughing Man" she saw something quite peculiar, actually it was familiar to her.

A man with light purple hair and darker highlights stood in front of a statue, his tattered coat a dark blue made him look odd. Though Ib approached him, she didn't know exactly why but she did.

"What is that statue?"

The words burst from her lips without restraint. Though this caught the man's attention long enough for him to turn around. His head tilted as he eyed the girl as if she were a painting herself. His eyes examined every feature of her body before he spoke.

"It's called the 'Embodiment of The Spirit."

Ib nodded and stepped next to him as she looked at the Rose statue, her eyes began to sting for an unknown reason and she looked back up at Garry.

'Wait how do I know this mans name?' She thought before looking at his coat closer.

"Somehow when I look at this sculpture it makes me feel sorrowful." Garry said as he looked at Ib.

"I'm sorry Ib, I didn't mean to waste your time. Well I should be off."

Garry began to walk away though his few steps were slow and hesitant. He looked back at her and a small curious glint appeared in his eyes.

'I know this girl, if not then why did I say Ib... I wonder?'

Ib blinked and followed after his steps like a small duckling after her mother.

"Sir...?"

Garry gasped and looked at Ib closely, his hand in his pocket felt a soft cloth. He pulled it out and began to examine it, he spotted dried blood and a small name.

"Ib... IB! This is... THIS IS YOURS! Ib, I remember now we were in the gallery and... You must remember right?! We were in there together and we were being chased by paintings and mannequins."

Ib looked at him as if he were a madman, "No I do not." Her bottom lip trembled as she stepped away from him and looked around for her parents. She had remembered that she wasn't supposed to talk to stranger and if her pare-

Her thoughts were interrupted by another outburst.

"B-But you must remember when you got my rose back and when you saw the paintings of your parents... Right? Then you fainted and we were in that safe room! Then I gave you some candy..."

Ib looked at him strangely and her hand went inside her pocket and she felt the wrapper of said item. She pulled it out and eyed it, her head pulsed as images filled in the spotted memory she had.

"I remember now Garry... Garry! How could I forget you." She cried out as tears poured down her cheeks. She ran towards him and hugged the purple haired man tightly. The salty liquid stained his coat yet he didn't care. In fact he was filled with happiness.

"Thank goodness we got out alive. Now, it's time that I should go. But... Ib?"

Ib looked at him with a curious look and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "Yes Garry?"

"Can I keep this handkerchief? I mean I can not possibly give it to you in this state that it is in now. I promise to wash it and take good care of-"

"You may."

"Really?"

"Mhm, because we will meet again." Ib said with the largest smile she could make before she heard her name being called.

"See you later, Garry!" Ib said and ran off. Garry watched the little 9 year old head towards her mother and father. Her hands grabbed both of theirs and they began to leave. Garry felt a tad bit sad to see his friend leave though he knew that they will meet again...

Right?