Hello there ! Here's my first fanfiction about the game Ib, owned by Kouri, hope you'll like it !
I don't expect any fav/follow, I'm making it for your entertainment, but reviews are always welcome ! Thank you for your time !


The story takes place after the Promise of Reunion ending, when Garry remembered Ib and asked if he could keep the handkerchief to wash it.

Garry's PoV

I knelt down and was now at Ib's height. She ran into my arms, hugging me as hard as she could with her little ones, and put her head against my green shirt. I hugged her in return to comfort her, before letting go to watch her cute blushed face staring at me.
"G...Garry..." she said.
"Yes, Ib ?"

I knew how hard it would be for her as I said I had to leave, she really seemed displeased by the idea...
"Stay..." she said before laying her head back against my chest. "Stay with me, please."
"I can't take you away from your parents, Ib. You're way too young to stay with me..."

The thing I didn't know was that her parents were just behind us. Ib's mother ran to her daughter to take her a few steps away from me, and hugged her, concerned.
"Oh honey, what's the matter ?" she asked, then looked at me. "And who are you ?"

Just when I started to open my mouth, Ib said :
"Garry's my friend."

I sighed, not knowing what to answer after this. The shadow of Ib's father then loomed over me, as he asked me with an angry gaze :
"Why is our daughter crying, boy ?"

If I had told them anything related to that nightmare of a gallery we were trapped into, they'd have thought I was insane. I looked at Ib again, which was staring at me with her mother, waiting for explanations as I got back up.
"She saved my life and I helped her in return, protecting her for many dangers. The truth is far away from what you can imagine, but if I told you where we were trapped, you'd say I'm crazy."

Ib's mother placed her hands on Ib's cheeks, looking at her with sad eyes before asking :
"Is that true, honey ?", making Ib nod 2 times.
"Garry is not a liar, mom, it's all true. And he taught me a lot of words." she said, looking at me while smiling. I smiled to her in return, and her father held my shoulder.
"How old are you, Garry ?" he asked. I was very embarassed by his frightening stare.
"I'm twenty, sir." I said, a bit worried. And he let me go, to join her wife. Then I checked my clock, which was working again. "I'm sorry I have to leave you here, I really need a rest after that horrible journey..."

I was about to collapse after all that time running to escape those creepy things, and of course Mary. I placed my left hand on my forehead and turned over. After a few steps, something was blocking my legs. Of course I looked over my shoulder and saw Ib. She had the biggest grin I've ever seen on her face, with tears in the corner on her eyes.
"Ib, come back here." her father said. But Ib was too focused on her own thoughts.
"I want to see you again and eat some macaroons as you promised me." she told me. I patted her head to tell her :
"Of course we'll do, but ask your parents first."
"Mom, Dad ?" she instantly turned her head to stare at her mom.
"I'm not gonna leave you with a twenty years old guy, Ib." her father said in an instant, as any father would. But her mother surprised me.
"Maybe... we should meet Garry again, and learn a little more about each other." she said to her husband, before looking at me, then shook her head. "I really don't think you're a naughty boy, Garry."
"I'm the exact opposite, ma'am. Thanks for the compliment." I bowed.
"When are you available, Garry ?" she asked approaching. I looked at my clock and answered :
"I'm afraid I can't come to meet you before tomorrow, is 11:00 AM good ?"
"Alright ! Where do you wanna meet ?"

Seeing how much Ib wanted to taste the macaroons I told her about, the place came to my mind in a split second :
"I know a café near Wimbleton Park, which serves delicious macaroons and pretty good coffee. It's called The Merill."

Ib's father was surprised when I said the name of the café.
"You gotta be kidding me ?" He asked with a surprised tone. "You're familiar with The Merill ? Pretty good place, huh ?"
"The best of all !" I answered smiling. He then came to me and took my hand for a handshake.
"You can be sure I won't miss that."
"Me neither. Nice to have met you."

I was relieved to see his change of attitude, and very optimistic for tomorrow. I then gave him my phone number as he asked me gently. At the same moment, Ib was pulling her mother's jacket's sleeve, saying happily :
"I wanna come too !"
"You sure can, honey. Say goodbye to Garry now."

Ib giggled and hung onto me showing me her cutest smile, so I knelt back down to give her a quick hug. There were stars in her eyes.
"See you tomorrow, Ib."
"Yes !"

It was hard to leave the cute girl behind, but I was way too tired to stay in this cursed place. I reached my good old light gray car, took the keys off my pocket and went back home. It was only 6:00 PM, but I just had to go and rest. The roads were unusually empty for this time of day, but I couldn't care less about the traffic after what I went through. I'm just glad I went to the exhibit with my car or I wouldn't have made it back without fainting.


I reached the parking lot on the right of the buildings where my appartment was in about 10 minutes, parked my car and carefully crossed the road to open the dark green gate with the badge attached to my keys and enter the first building. I took the elevator and pressed my hand on the wall to avoid falling, the other hand pushing the "3" button to get to the third floor, where I lived.

As soon as I got back home, I locked the door behind me and went to my room to let myself fall on my bed, rolled into my purple and black braid, and fell asleep the next minute.


I woke up a few hours later; I couldn't breathe. A nightmare, already ?! After leaving the cursed Museum ?! It couldn't be more obvious that my nightmare was bound to the Fabricated World ! Nevertheless, I didn't see Mary, we burnt her painting after all, she should have totally disappeared from both worlds. No, I saw Ib. And... a car crash... why did I see that ? Why was I worrying about her ? I recovered my mind and told myself that it was just a stupid nightmare, and checked my clock. 10:00 PM. I stood up and cooked myself something to eat, before resting on my sofa, watching TV until my mind slipped again.

My phone woke me up later. It was still pitch black outside, as I saw on my clock pointing 5:00 AM. Who could be calling me this late ? I answered the call :
"Hey, who's there ?"
"Garry, is it really you ? Come please, to the 55 Sanford Street. Oh god..."

It was Ib's mother, her trembling voice and her last words scared me out.
"Ma'am, what happened ?!"
"Ib's father, he... he had a car crash..."

I hung up the phone, prepared myself and rushed to the door.


To be continued...