What? I'm awake? But, I thought, I thought I was… dead? Mary. She had my rose. She was ripping out the petals, and I died. Ib! Is she okay? I have to find her! I can't let Mary hurt her!
I stand up. Strangely, all the pain from before is gone. I don't feel tired. I feel perfectly fine. I walk down the hallway, following a trail of blue rose petals. I make my way to a set of stairs that lead to a small room. In the center of the room are a few blue flower petals and a small, green flower stalk. My rose. It's completely destroyed. But, shouldn't I be dead then?
Suddenly, one of the creepy blue dolls walks out from a doorway in front of me. Around the doorway are several vines that appear to have been drawn with crayon. The ends of the vines look like they were burnt. There are even a few ashes lying around the doorway. The blue doll looks at me with its creepy, little smile. A splotch of paint suddenly appears on the wall to my right. I step closer to read it.
Follow me, Garry.
As I turn and look back at the doll, it laughs and then disappears into the room that it had come from. I'm tempted to follow it. Should I follow it? I hate those dolls, and I would hate to do anything that they tell me to do, but for some reason I feel attracted to the room. My legs move without my brain telling them to.
As I enter the room, I can see a pile of ashes and a palette knife lying in the middle of the room. Mary. Was this Mary? As I continue walking, I see many more blue dolls as well as a few mannequin heads. There are also many books, papers, and crayons lying around. I look up. I see a large painting with the glass broken around the edges of it. Behind the painting is a large burn mark, as if something had been burned there before. I step closer to inspect the painting. The background is a dark navy blue color - almost black - and there are a few vines lining the bottom of the painting with a few blue roses. There's nothing else in the painting, leaving a large blank space amongst the dark background. The nameplate on the bottom of the painting says "Forgotten Portrait". How strange.
A splotch of paint suddenly appears in front of me, right below the painting. This is your painting, Garry. What?!
Another paint splotch. You're one of us, Garry.
"What's going on here?!" I shout aloud. No response.
Another paint splotch appears. Welcome home, Garry.
I have to get out of here! I run as fast as I can out of the room. I run forward, crushing some of my flower petals under my feet. I run out and soon find myself back in the Sketchbook area. My feet carry me into the pink house in the center of the area which is somehow unlocked. I continue running down some dark stairs and turn a corner, and I somehow find myself in a darker version of the original gallery. As I run through the familiar hallways, I finally find the Fabricated World painting. But, it looks different. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it depicts the original gallery.
Is this the way out? I reach out my hands to see if they can go through the painting, however, they simply hit the cold, glass frame. No. No! I have to get out! Ib! Suddenly, I notice a small girl in the corner of the painting. She has brown hair, and she's wearing a white shirt and a red skirt. She appears to be with two others - a man and a woman. Her parents. Ib! She's safe! She made it out! For a moment, I feel nothing but joy. I laugh and smile as I know that my friend is okay. But then I stop. I'm still stuck here. I can't get out. All happiness washes away. I think back to what the paint splotches said in that other room. This is your painting, Garry. You're one of us, Garry. Welcome home, Garry.
"Am I, am I a painting?" I mumble to myself. That painting. It had blue roses in it. Just like the rose that had represented my life here. "Is that really my painting? Am I still alive because I am a painting now?" It all made sense. But, does that mean I'm no longer human? Am I just like Mary now? Can I no longer escape? Will I never see Ib again? That last thought scares me. I bite my lip as I lean my back against the wall beside the painting and slowly fall down to the floor. I pull my knees close and bury my head in them.
For now, I won't think. Thinking hurts too much. It reminds me of what I've become and what I've lost. For now, I just want to sit and be alone. I am alone.
Here's my first "Ib" fanfic! This takes place after the "Forgotten Portrait" ending, the first ending that I got when I played the game. Anyways, this isn't over yet. I have more planned for Garry. And don't worry. This will have a happy ending (eventually). Thanks for reading this and please review! Thanks!