Hi guys! So Ib is probably one of the most amazing games I've ever played. Such a simple little game, but the characters and story filled my mind waaaay after finishing! So much so that's I've decided to write this, a fanfic about what happens directly after Ib's ending promised reunion. I may make more for the different endings, but I love garry so much I don't know if I could haha! We'll just have to see if people like/review this! ;) Enjoy~

**Spoiler Alert**

He wanted to pack up and move… now. To get as far away as he could from what had just happened. His mind was still recovering from the initial shock of it all. It had really happened though… hadn't it? The blood stained handkerchief told him it had. Looking at it he finally allowed himself to feel some real emotion over what had happened and a tear rolled down his cheek as he slid down against his wall to the floor.

He wasn't a particularly emotional guy, but while he and Ib had been trapped in that hell hole he knew he had to be a rock for her. He could hardly expect a nine year old girl to hold herself together if he couldn't. But now, in the seclusion and safety of his own apartment, he took both his hands and grasped his scraggily lavender hair and stared at the ground in horror.

After composing himself, Garry picked himself up off the floor and moved into his dingy little kitchen. He had to get this blood off Ib's handkerchief before it was too late. There was another reason he couldn't simply escape this place. Ib. Searching aimlessly for some soap or bleach, he wondered what Ib would tell her parents. Would she mention it at all? Would she mention him?

"Ugh!" He cried out in frustration. "Don't I have any Da… " Garry instinctively stopped himself from swearing, force of habit from being around Ib… He smiled gently at the thought and finally found his soap.

Ib found her parents shortly after leaving Garry, but the small time in-between the two was scary. The paintings on the wall didn't seem as inviting anymore. She decided it was ok if she just looked at the people and nothing else.

"Ah there you are dear!" Her mother's voice chimed above the soft murmur of the gallery crowds. As soon as she saw them, Ib ran as fast as she could (even though she might get scolded) and hugged her momma as tight as she could. Her mother and father looked at one another surprised at the gesture. Her father leaned down to her and asked,

"Ib did you miss us?" His kind smile turned to surprise as Ib quickly released her mother's embrace only to grab her father's neck as tightly as she could. He gently lifted her off the ground and carried her with one hand his other holding his wife's hand as they walked toward the gallery exit. They didn't even hear Ib's soft response through her tiny tears that rolled down her father's back.

"So so much…"

Later that night, Ib's mother began to worry about her little daughter. Ib has always been shy and pretty secluded. Spent her free time reading the books she was able and coloring. But since they arrived home from their Saturday outing to the gallery Ib has not let either of them out of her sight. She would frequently ask where one of them was going if they separated. She seemed to get more anxious as the evening went along.

Right now Ib was snuggled up next to her father as he read the newspaper he missed this morning. She looked at her daughter fighting desperately not to let her drooping eyes close as they threatened to pull her into slumber. The elegant woman got up from her seat across the room and put her hand on her husband's shoulder, directing her eyes to their sleeping child.

He handed his wife his newspaper so she could move it more quietly as he lifted Ib and carried her off to her room upstairs. He waited at the door as his wife shuffled past him to pull back the sheets so he could lay her down. Careful as to not wake her the man laid his daughter down so his wife could tuck her in. They stood there for a moment content holding each other's hands before gently closing the door behind them.

But their moment of content warms was broken before they reached the stairs by the sound of their daughter's agonized scream.

Garry woke up suddenly with sweat covering his sheets. He started to nervously light a cigarette but the small flame that came from his only lighter hit a little too close to home with that dream. He sighed, determining sleep was not going to happen, so he moved into his small kitchen once again and made some coffee. The familiar smell comforted him and helped him relax. As he sat at his makeshift dinner table he noticed Ib's handkerchief laying next to him.

He needed to stay busy if was going to stay up till morning, so he took to his computer to try and find Ib's home. As he waited for his unreliable internet to comply he briefly thought about how in the world this was going to work.

I mean what am I supposed to say! "Hello sir, my names Garry! You don't know me but your daughter and I survived a warped gallery world together! May I come it?" Yeah sure that'll work.

Garry leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair.

It's not even like I feel obligated because of the handkerchief… I need to see her. To see someone that understands. At least Ib had her parents, they would comfort her tell her it was ok. I don't really want to talk to anyone about it anyway, even if I did dad's long gone and mom's… I guess I would have talked it over with my mom.

Garry thought fondly of the woman who had raised him all by herself, he had just lost her last year to a car crash. I guess she's where he had learned to "Speak like a lady" as Ib had put it.

He chuckled audibly at the thought of their conversation. With his laugh the internet finally brought up his desired information. The page on the translucent screen showed the address he was looking for along with an article he curiously click on about her family.

"Aw hell…"

Please review! I will probably continue to update this frequently since I love the original story and am liking where this one is going in my head. But I'll definitely update faster if people tell me they like it!