Malin's a/n: This is our first fanfic story so if there are any mistakes please have mercy on the reviews XD

Disclaimer: I'm sleepy cause it's 1am in the morning...

Garry: Don't worry you can have a nice rest after editing this...

Malin: Yeah...enjoy watching Garry get kidnapped and murdered peeps!

Garry: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

Ib: Oh no...is Garry going to die?

Malin: Just kidding OwO

Garry: Please don't joke like that! *Stomps off angrily*

Ib: Garry, hold on *Follows Garry*

Malin: *Ignores Garry* I don't own anything, the creators of Ib(Kouri) and EC/Story of Evil Sub series(Akuno-P/Mothy) does! XD


Prologue

As they made their way down the dark museum filled with eerie silence, the two made their way to the painting that was the cause of all this mess. They wished to get home as they have had their fill of being chased by paintings and running around.

Hey, Garry? Are you sure that the painting will lead us home?" A quiet murmur filled the silence as the young girl asked her companion when they had finally found what they had been searching for all this while: The exit of the fabricated world.

"Don't worry Ib, I'm sure it will," Was his reply. Little did he know that it would not only would it lead them outside, but also to a world that would be an even bigger mystery to them...


Chapter 1 - Where are we?

Garry woke up in a cold, dark and empty cell floor, the only lighting came from the small flame just outside the gates of the cell. Beside him was an unconscious Ib and outside of the gates, stood a blonde haired man all dressed in yellow and white. "Who are you? And where are we? Why are we locked up?" Garry asked the man harshly. He did not trust the man of fear that he was a painting like Mary and wanted to kill or harm either of them.

"My name is Allen Avadonia, servant of Princess Riliane Lucifen D' Autriche. You are in the deepest dungeon of Lucifenia and is currently charged for trespassing and violence." Answered the mysterious man. He had hair the color of gold and spoke with demeanor, fit enough to be royalty but seemed to be just a humble servant. (a/n:for those who don't know, these are Len and Rin's names respectively in The Evillious Chronicles)

"Ahahaha...that's a very funny joke Mr. Allen..." Garry laughed awkwardly, "Are you a painting?" He asked warily, making sure that he kept his distance away from the gate for fear of being harmed. He reached into his pockets in search of his rose, but found them gone. "Where did you put my things?!"

"Your things? Ah, you must refer to the lighter and the handkerchief., they have both been placed in a safe place so you need not worry about them. As for the little girl's items, I placed them together with yours so that it wouldn't be lost or mixed up." The servant replied with a slight bow as he answered the questions of the foreign man. One thing made him curious about the two foreigners was they had simply appeared out of nowhere into the royal hall. Thank goodness the Princess had left otherwise they would have suffered an even more worse punishment besides being locked up. Much worse...

"You still haven't answered my questions about you being a painting. And where did you put our roses?!" Garry questioned as fiercely as he dared. The last thing he remembered was going through the Fabricated World painting together with Ib in hopes of it returning them to the real world but instead, he woke up here, an unknown and creepy place with no one but him, Ib and the guy who claimed himself to be Allen Avadonia. He looked towards Ib and protectively stood in front of her. "You didn't do anything to Ib either did you?"

"Don't you think it's rude not to introduce yourself at least, all I know is that you are a man whom fell from above and landed on the throne? And no I did not do anything to those "roses" you speak of as they were not with you when we did a quick search in both your clothes. We did not do anything to either of you as we had no reason to, unless you committed a serious crime that is. Also, please refrain from calling me a painting as I am very much alive." Allen's voice showed a hint of anger at being accused of his wrongdoing but still remained calm as he stepped out from the darkness, revealing his face with that action.

"Uh...I-I'm so sorry I was...just...trying to make sure you weren't here to hurt us..." Garry said, stuttering half the time. "Are you sure that you saw no roses on us? I'm pretty sure I had it with me before I left the gallery..." One of his arms was across his chest and the other resting on top of it, his right hand fisted up to hold up his face as it tilted to the side, thinking out loud really hard and trying to recall what happened. "One should have been blue and in my pocket, the other should have been with Ib, hers was red. Did you really not see them?" He asked once more, just for confirmation. "Because they're really important, without it, we might lose our lives."

"I can assure you that they were not with you when we searched you, I can also assure you that we do not depend on a mere rose to live. And you have not introduced yourself yet. Do you expect me to just call you sir and lady?" Allen's voice returned to its original tone and no anger could be detected. Just then he noticed that the young girl was starting to wake up and hid his face in darkness once again.

"Oh um I'm so sorry...My name is Garry and this is-" He was gesturing to himself as he said his name and was about to turn and introduce Ib to Allen but interrupted himself when he saw Ib slowing stirring awake. "Oh Ib! Ib! Are you awake? Are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?" He started assaulting her with questions about her well being while kneeling down to adjust his position to suit hers and gently holding onto her shoulders and inspecting her for injuries. "You're not hurt anywhere are you?" His voice was really rushed and gentle, as if he was afraid any loud and harsh noises would hurt Ib.

"I'm fine Garry and slow down with the questions please, I'm starting to have a headache," Murmured the young girl. She slowly sat up rubbing her temples as she took in her surroundings. She saw straws and hays around her and bars surrounding them keeping them trapped in."What? Where the heck am I? Wait... I'M IN A CAGE WITH GARRY BESIDE ME EVEN THOUGH WE SHOULD HAVE MADE OUT OF THE FABRICATED WORLD!" Ib's thoughts ran wild at the sudden realization and did not notice the young man that stood on the other side of those bars. "Garry, where are we? What are we doing here? I thought we jumped into the painting and got out of the fabricated world, so why are we here? Weren't we supposed to be at home already? We didn't get caught by the paintings did we? Is this heaven? Or hell?" This time, it was her turn to start asking the questions.

"Oh I'm sorry Ib...no we're neither in heaven nor hell, we're apparently in some dungeon...I'm not sure if we made it out of that twisted gallery...but one thing I know for sure is that our roses are gone. Allen-" Garry turned to look at Allen, slightly jerking his head to Allen's direction to gesture towards him before continuing his sentence, "-said when we appeared on their...throne...they did a search on us and all they found was the handkerchief and lighter, no roses, no keys, nothing. And he's not a painting don't worry." Garry tried to reassure Ib with a kind smile. "Anyway you're not hurt are you Ib?"

She shook her head in response to his question. "Allen?" She thought as she followed the direction of his eyes, she noticed a boy standing outside their cell, half concealed in darkness. "Oh, sorry I didn't see you there. Um… Could you explain what happened after we left the fabricated world? My memories are a little fuzzy right now. And if you don't mind, could you tell me exactly where we are?" Ib asked with a smile as she relaxed when she realized that the boy wasn't a painting.

"As I said to your companion just a while ago, you currently in Lucifenia's lowest dungeon and both of you are charged with trespassing and violence. The both of you just suddenly appeared in the middle of the royal hall and landed on the throne and starting thrashing around. Many of our guards were injured but the rest of us remain unscathed." Was the reply. Allen usually did not like to repeat, but considering the situation, he thought that he should let it go.

"Started trashing around?" Garry repeated in confusion, "I'm not sure the both of us remember doing that at all." He paced around the small cell, trying to remember any small details that he might have forgotten after waking up. "The only thing I can remember is going through the painting and waking up here. No thrones, no guards, no violence, nothing. How about you Ib? Do you remember anything?"

"No, I don't. Like I said, my memories are a little fuzzy but I'm sure I'm not capable of doing that. I'm just a 9 year old girl," Ib replied. For once, she felt scared about losing her memories as they might reveal something horrible.

"Don't worry, it wasn't you. It was you, Mister Garry." The hidden man explained, "After seeing where you were and the situation you were in, you were hysterical and tried to get out of it but injured some of the guards in the process. We knocked you out a little too hard so you might forget some things but eventually they will return. Don't worry, it's nothing serious but we still have to detain you for good reasons."

"What?! It was me? Are you sure?" Garry asked with surprise. "Argh!" He groaned in pain as he suddenly collapsed to the ground, barely holding on to his consciousness. "My head...hurts..." He whispered softly, every word was laced with pain. His eyes closed in an attempt to reduce the pain, but he started getting visions of waking up with Ib beside him in a grandly decorated room and many armored people were surrounding them.

Afraid that he was being attacked by statues from the gallery, he started attacking the armored people but he suddenly blacked out. His eyes widened in shock, realizing that the vision was a part of his memory and what Allen said was really true. "I really did attack them..." He murmured.

"So you finally remember. Anyway, Miss Ib could be let free with a little reasoning but your charge is quite serious so I'm not sure that you'll get away from it that easily." The young man declared as he stepped further into the darkness seeming as if he was pulled into it, "I have to leave and report to the Princess that you are awake. I will answer your questions further after I return." With that, he left without a hint of sound and left the two prisoners to themselves.


To Be Continued!

Malin: I think I'm being mean to Garry...

Yukki(a/n:its a shared account): Don't worry it's not you, mostly me XD

Garry: Why are you so mean to me *Breaks down crying*

Ib: Don't cry Garry, I won't be mean to you

Garry: Oh Ib, I don't know what to do without you

Yukki: And so we have the end of the first chapter

Malin: We look forward to seeing you in the next one OwO

Yukki: Also if you don't mind, please review otherwise we might stop updating the story. Even if this is just the first chapter...