FOR ALL YOU MARY FANS. I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TOO!

If you're wondering what this is, it's a collection endings that I thought would be cool if they were added in the game. Some may be happy, making you wish that the ending could be added in the game (There's practically only one good ending in the game if you don't count "Together Forever") And most may make you just want to cry and slap Mary in the face (MARY FANS I TOLD YOU I'M SORRY!) Or drown in endless feels. or just make you sit there. In front of your computer, with widened eyes and a mouth hanging open. That's what I was like, writing the last part of the ending being "Did I really just write that?" *shrugg* either or will do.

Spoilers ahead.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ib, Kouri does. If Kouri wishes for me to take this down, I will (sadly), but if he wishes to use these endings I WOULD BE SO FREAKING HAPPY! WHOOO! Ahem. Anyways, story time! (Oh right, I also don't own the image for the cover. It belongs to Doumu on deviantArt)

'"Hm... wanna trade Garry's rose?"

Ib and Garry's eye's widened in horror at the slight suggestion. Mary grinned. "I mean, I like red and all but, I like blue even more!" Her gaze locked on Ib. "So, wanna trade?"

Ib's eyes shot up to Garry, and confusion was painted across her face, wondering what to do. Noticing Ib's uneasiness, Garry looked away. "Don't give me that look Ib" He smiled. "I'll be fine"

Ib shook her head furiously. "No you won't! You told me not to let anyone have my rose, so why give up your own?" She exclaimed remembering what Garry told her before. "I'm not going to let Mary have it" Before Garry could protest, or even give his thought on the situation, Ib turned away and faced Mary. "You can keep my rose Mary, just keep it" Garry's eyes widened. "No, don't do that Ib!"

"Okay" Mary said after some thought. "I can deal with red!" And she ran off before Garry could make a move. When she disappeared from sight, Garry turned to face Ib. "Ib, why did you do that? She's just like all of those other paintings we've seen. She'll rip pluck your flower and... and.."

Ib smiled sadly. "But if she took yours, you would suffer too. I can't let that happen to you after everything you've done to me" Garry frowned. "Still-"

"We'll get my rose back from Mary, okay Garry?" Ib said. "After all, you would have said the same thing if it were you"

Garry's eyes were swirling with worry, but his face was determined. He couldn't let Ib die.

"Okay then, let's go Ib"

"You'll stay with me in this gallery, won't you Ib?" a familiar voice echoed. Ib felt a sharp pain in her stomach, but ignored it. "Or will you just leave with that other man, Garry" the voiced echoed again. It was suddenly visible, there was a red petal on the ground, belonging to Ib's rose. "We're going to be together forever isn't that right?" Ib felt another sharp pain, and grabbed her chest, collapsing. Garry shot over to Ib hurriedly noticing this.

"Ib, are you alright?" he asked in a panicked tone, and Ib half-heartedly nodded. "Yeah, I am, just a bit tired" she said, and her felt her eyes go heavy. "I'll just go sleep for a bit Garry, I'll be fine" Garry mentally cursed, frowning. "Its okay" Ib reassured. "Thank you for everything Garry"

And her eyes closed.

Garry couldn't believe she was dead yet. Just wounded, like he was before with the Lady in Blue. She was just going to sleep for a bit, wasn't that the case? He wasn't leaving without her. He kneeled, down, and picked her up bridal style. "We're going out together Ib" he said, as he walked towards the direction of the pink house. Ib didn't have much time, and trying to get the rose back from Mary will only make Mary more tempted to pluck off the petals one by one in front of Garry, having to watch Ib die before his hands. If they both got to the outside world without any interruption, the rose wouldn't make a difference once they escaped. Ib would be alive and well, and so will Garry. Just as long as that happens. Once he got to the pink house, a far off voice echoed again. "You're going to leave me all alone, aren't you Ib?" A petal, red as blood swayed down. "One more petal" the voice chirped, and plucked it off letting it sway down without a care. "Looks like I didn't have to count the stem. I win!"

Garry woke up with a girl in his hands.

He couldn't remember what he was doing earlier, so when he saw a limp girl in his hands, he yelped and dropped her, not knowing what she was doing in his arms. Or why she wouldn't move.

Garry began to sweat. He was getting nervous and didn't know what to do. The girl lying on the ground looked unfamiliar, but something in the back of his head itched like crazy. He felt like the girl was important, and he needed to help her, now.

He panicked, and felt her forehead, checking if she was sick. She wasn't having a fever, it was quite the opposite. Her forehead was cold, very cold. He panicked even more. Suddenly, a woman dressed in red with red eyes and brown hair similar to the girl's. When she saw the girl, she gasped and ran over to the girl picking her up, cradling her with horrified eyes.

"Oh my gosh, sweetie, what happened?" she said. There was no response from the girl. Quickly, the woman felt her forehead, checking for a fever. When she did however, her eyes were filled with horror. "Rick! I found her! Her forehead's cold as ice, I don't know why!"

A man with brown hair rushed to the scene. Given the circumstances, Garry guessed that those two adults were the girl's parents. The father knelt down next to his wife and stroked the girl's brown hair out of her face. The girl looked like she was just sleeping, peacefully. She looked a bit familiar, now that Garry was able to take a closer look.

The girl's mother caught Garry staring. "You there" she said, catching Garry's attention. "Do you know what happened?" Garry thought, and shook his head. "I-I'm sorry, but I'm not sure ma'am" He said trying to be as calm as possible (And failing) "I just saw her lying down there, I-I don't know why though" he explained, and the mothers eyes lowered. "Oh"

Another person ran to the scene, one that looked vaguely familiar to Garry. It was a girl in a green dress that had unkept blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Garry didn't know why he was having such a headache. He shouldn't know about these girls. He hasn't been very great to kids because of his weird looks, of course he wouldn't know them.

"Hey mommy? What's the matter?" the girl asked upon entering the sight, brushing past Garry in the process. She caught Garry's eyes for a split-second, and then averted her gaze to her mother's. Garry swore she looked angry, annoyed for a second there.

"Oh honey, I don't know what's the matter!" her mother sobbed. "I couldn't find your sister anywhere, and when I did, she wouldn't move, and she was so cold"

The blonde girl went beside her sister worriedly. "Oh no, he did get her!" she cried. Her mother glanced at her curiously. "Honey, who got to her?" she questioned, expecting the worst. "What are you talking about?"

The blonde girl cried. "I remember now. He-he got her, and made sister believe he was a good man and he... he... he.."

"Who did?" her mother asked sternly, and in anger. Garry swore he saw a mad grin flash upon the blonde haired girl's face, like she was going to enjoy revealing the culprit. She sniffed wiping away some tears quickly later, and pointed to Garry making his eyes widen in horror.

"That man"

The woman's eyes were stern, and furious, and if looks could kill Garry would have died five times by the look of that glare. She looked confused though, but that confusion was easily replaced. "What?!"

The father held his daughter's wrist, trying to see if it was as cold as his daughter's head. It was. But that wasn't the only thing. The father froze, and quickly placed his hand over the girl's chest, where her heart should be. His hand stayed there for a few seconds, and he slowly pulled it away head hung low.

"I can't feel a pulse" he announced, and turned away.

The woman gasped and tears streamed down her face. "No! She can't be dead!" she collapsed down onto the ground. Garry was shocked, Utterly shocked. He's been accused of murder of a girl he's never known. And the thing is, he felt like breaking down into tears because of it. Not because of the fact that he might go to jail, but for the girl. Garry didn't do anything at all, he never knew the girl in any way, but he felt like he was just going to cry.

The mother sobbed, and stood back up. Her head was low, bangs covering her eyes. Then she all of a sudden screamed and ran out to Garry, grabbing him by his collar.

"You did this!" she screeched. "You murdered my daughter you dirty liar!"

Garry knew he had to defend himself quickly, but he didn't know how. All he knew was that he woke up with a girl in his hands. And Garry would never murder someone he didn't know, not to mention a little girl.

"I swear, your daughter must be mistaken, I would never kill anyone, especially a little girl!"

"LIAR!" the mother screamed. "That's a lie and you know it! My family is very rich, so it wouldn't be very surprising for you to murder her because of the money looking at your ragged up clothes. If you need money then next time, go take it ELSEWHERE!"

"Honey, calm down, maybe he isn't the right guy" her husband said, pulling his wife back. "We don't have much proof to go on with"

The mother stopped. Garry sighed in relief. He'd have to thank the man for that later. The woman slowly backed away letting go of Garry's collar, realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry, I was overreacting" she apologized, and looked at her dead daughter with a sad look.

The blonde girl examined Garry closely still, so close, Garry felt nervous. Then she gasped.

"Mommy! Look, there's something in the man's pocket!"

"Hm?" the girl's father curiously asked. He took a step towards Garry, but Garry stood in place. He didn't want to make himself suspicious after all. The father closely examined Garry and found something sticking out of his pockets. Curiously, the man pulled it out and he and his wife's eyes widened.

It was a palette knife with traces of blood in it.

The mother glared at Garry. "And to believe I let you down so easy" she muttered. The father's look was stern, and he checked his daughter's body again to find any cuts and wounds. There were.

"Th-That wasn't me!" Garry exclaimed backing away from a rather angry father. He scowled.

"I'm calling the cops" he said, and pulled out his phone.

Garry was horrified. "But-"

"Now what is going on here?" a man with gray hair and a black suit barged in the scene. Garry's seen this man before, he was the attendant. The blonde girl was the one to answer the person's question.

"That man killed my sister!" she cried, pointing to Garry. The attendant frowned. "That young man, is a serious offense" he said facing Garry.

"Which is exactly why I'm calling the cops" the father said.

"I never did it though! Sir, I assure you, I'm being framed, I don't even know what the girl's name is" Garry said.

The blonde girl looked at Garry with cold and dark eyes. "Her name is Ib"

"Ib.. you say" Garry said, as if remembering something that was taken away from him.

The blonde girl nodded. "You know Garry, you should have traded your rose. I don't like you. Not one bit"

Then everything started rushing back to Garry. Memories of a young hair with long brown hair and brave red eyes accompanying him through a dark museum with horrors at each turns. He remembered giving Ib candy when it was all too much for her to bear and meeting Mary. He remembered that horrifying room with dolls and that time when Ib slapped him to get himself in control. He remembered discovering Mary was a painting, and remembered Mary asking if they could trade roses. The red, for a blue. And the last thing that he remembered was Ib collapsing to the ground, him carrying Ib all the way back to the real world...

...only to have it to be too late.

Garry really was being framed.

"Mary. You... you" Garry was at a loss of words. "It was you!"

"The cops are here" the attendant announced. "You're coming with me"

"No!" Garry exclaimed pushing forward. "It was Mary! She killed Ib! Sh-She ripped apart Ib's rose and-"

"Mommy? What's he saying?" Mary asked innocently tugging her mother's skirt. Her mother only glared at the man. "Trying to pin the blame on Mary now huh?"

"No but-" Garry was suddenly jerked back by the attendant. "Ib!" he cried out! "Ib, IB!" he cried out some more.

"I think the man's gotten crazy" the father muttered, and lowered his head in disappointment.

"Ib! Ib, I told you we were going to get out together!" Garry continued, not caring about the strange looks he recieved from her parents. "I remember now! We were going to get out of there, and go get macaroons like I promised! Please, you can't be dead! You're just wounded, that's all" Garry just couldn't accept the truth. That Ib, was dead. He didn't care about being arrested, about going to jail. He just wouldn't go on knowing that Ib.. passed.

The attendant pulled Garry away from Ib and started to drag him out. "Ib! You said you'll just sleep for a little bit, right?" he choked, with tears running down his face. The police officers finally came to the scene and helped the attendant pull the Garry away from the victim.

"Ib! Wake up!"

ENDING: Framed

Did I really just write that? Excuse me while I cry.

Anyways, sorry if the writing itself is horrible, I'm just really stressed out because of everything in my life and THIS ENDING ISN'T HELPING!

How to get this ending

-Bond with Garry (Get enough bond points so that you could get the "Promise of Reunion" ending, only don't get the rose (Say you missed it or something. One of my cousins have, she even missed Garry making me face palm so hard)

-Make sure you don't bond too much with Mary (Bond points are crucially important. Depending on the number of bond points you have, you may get a different ending, because Mary wouldn't bear to get rid of Ib's life, so the story will continue as it always does and blah blah blah)

-When you bond with Garry, the choice of letting Mary keep your red rose will be available. Choose that option.

-The rest should be obvious. Just make your way into the pink house (Mary won't be in that room with the thorns and stuff, but red petals will be visible) and let the rest of the scene play on like it should be. And Voila.

Other information

-The knife is bloody because Mary tried to stab that mannequin head that was 'in her way' in the game. I think there was blood on it too, so that's the case. People say that the mannequin head resembled Garry a bit, which really disturbed me. A lot.

-The knife was in Garry's pocket because Mary put it there. Remember when she brushed pass Garry earlier? Mary was quick enough to put the knife in Garry's pocket, thus framing him for his crime.

-The reason why Mary reminded Garry about the rose trade to make him remember, was so that she could watch him suffer some more, and let him know about the case, and make him believe that it was his fault. Quite depressing if I say so myself.

-Garry actually goes to jail because he has no evidence to back himself up, plus he'd sound like a total whacko if he explained the painting museum (Now I want to make a Ib and Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney crossover fic, thanks a lot world!) But yes, he actually goes to jail. Now doesn't that want to make you slap Mary? (I TOLD YOU I'M SORRY! TT^TT)

Anyways, leave a review if you like this and want more (I'm thinking of making the next ending good depending on my stress levels. If I feel really stressed out I'll make a bad ending, but if not, it'll be good) and I'll see you in the next chapter I guess!