A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic so bear with me on this... I'm not used to it, so REVIEWS would be greatly appreciated... This is told from Ib's point of view, I thought that should be said to avoid confusion... ^_^'
"Welcome to the Guerena Museum. Please enjoy yourselves, but don't touch the exhibits. Thank you, and have a nice visit." The receptionist said with a fake smile.
"Aren't you excited Ib?! I don't remember much of our last visit here... It's nice to get out sometimes..." Mary exclaimed, pulling no my arm towards the information desk. "Let's grab some fliers."
"Hey, be quiet! If you are going to be here be sure to not disturb the others..." I said pulling her out of her most recent ramble.
Shaking my head, I walked away from her. Okay, there are these two paintings that I don't recognize in the list of works in this flier... What are they... Walking around I try to identify them. I started on the main floor, seeing "Abyss of the Deep" and "The Well Meaning Hell" first. Hell looks more like a mother to me...
Having finished the main floor, I take a look upstairs... The first thing I see is a painting I haven't seen before... But it looked sadly familiar... The plaque read "Forgotten Portrait". Hmm... This is one of them. Why do I get so sad while looking at this...? No, I mustn't cry. I walk away with a single tear running down my face.
I walk as far as possible away from that painting while still exploring that floor for the other unknown painting. I walk past the creepy "Lady in Red" and half-way around the room, when I find it. I bend down to take a look at the plaque when the lights shut off.
Once my eyes adjust to the darkness, I notice something written on the wall, in what looks like paint. "Come to me, Ib." is all it said.
I guess we where here later than I thought, time to go home. I walk down the stairs, all the while looking for Mary.
"Mary." I call, no answer. "Mary!" Still no answer.
I walk up to the back of "Abyss of the Deep" to see foot prints leading into it. I don't know why, but I feel as if I am suppose to fallow those footsteps... So I do.
Okay, I had a lot of fun writing this and I figured that was a good place to stop. REVIEW please and tell me what you think. -^3^-