A/N: I always felt bad for Mary after they burned her because (you people might think of me as crazy) all she wanted to do was escape (her) reality of being a painting being gawked at and wanted a friend to play with. So with that in mind this was born. I haven't seen the game in a long while so some parts are a bit fuzzy and yes, I know I added a few things so don't try to put it in the reviews that I added something or that wasn't in a game. I'm writing this on Fanfiction for a reason, because reality is a whole other world and I don't belong there. JK, but yeah.
I do not own the game Ib. (Awesome game though!)
"Hey Ib? If only two of us could get out, who would you leave with?"
"Hmmm. I think I would sacrifice myself. That way, you and Garry can get out!"
It was true. Ib cared a lot for her friends. After all, they were the first real friends she had. She had been home schooled so far and probably would be for the rest of her school years. She never got out and was always working on something. Her parents brought her to the Guertena Art Museum to let her experience the different artworks and to get out of the house. While looking at a large painting the lights flickered and found that she was alone. She realized she was pulled into an alternate universe and tried to find a way out. Along the way she met Garry and Mary, her first friends. But now they were separated from Garry and were trying to find a way back together. Ib knew they would find a way to get out together. All three of them, and they would all eat macaroons together!
"What are you doing here?" She took a step toward them, palette knife in hand. "Get out. Get out! LEAVE! LEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAVVVVVVEEEEE E!" Cracks appeared under Mary's feet and fanned out. Ib and Garry ran to the other end of the room to a ripped painting with a broken frame. "I remember this painting! Quick Ib, destroy it!" He handed Ib the lighter and faced Mary. Ib lit the lighter and burned the painting. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" The girl, along with the painting, turned to ashes. "IB, WATCH OUT!" Garry pulled her out of the way just in time for her to see broken glass from where she previously stood. "Huh? Garry you're hurt!" She took out her handkerchief, a birthday present from her mom, and despite Garry's protests, used it to bandage his hand.
They wandered out of the room and once again Ib was in front of the large painting she stood before when the lights flickered. "Look, it's the museum! I think we can get out if we jump through." He jumped through the painting with ease. "Come on Ib! Just grab my hand and I'll pull you through!" Just as she was about to jump through Ib saw movement out of the corner of her eye. "IB, THERE YOU ARE! Your father and I have been looking for you everywhere!" Ib stared at the new person who'd just arrived. Mom. But she shouldn't be here, it doesn't make any sense, she-. An image flashed through her mind. It was a memory of the painting of her parents she saw in a room. That's it! She's just a painting in this world! "IB!" They had yelled at her. She ran forward and grabbed Garry's hand. "Yes!"
She hadn't remembered anything after she came out of the painting. In front of a rose sculpture was a man who looked much older than her. Almost as if it was instinct she tugged on his long sleeve to get his attention. He turned around to look at her. "Hm? What is it little lady?" It was so strange. His clothes, his voice, even his face looked so familiar! But she was sure she had never seen him before. "What are you looking at?" He looked back at the sculpture. "Hm? Well, let's see. It's a sculpture of a rose, I guess..." They were both quiet for a moment. "I feel somehow sorrowful. I wonder why." He looked at her. "Ah, I'm sorry if I said anything to trouble you, Ib..." How did he know her name? She looked up at him. "...Wait, what? Who's Ib?" "I am" He looked shocked. "What? That's your name? Your name's really Ib? That's the strangest thing... I mean, I don't know you at all. It just kind of came out. How odd." They looked at each other in silence. A silence that he broke after a minute. "But... actually... Have we, perhaps, met somewhere before...?" She shook her head. Where would she have met him? "My, look at me, asking you such strange things. Never mind what I just said... Well, bye." She watched his back as he left. She saw him stuff his hands in his pockets only to take them out soon after. He was holding something that she couldn't see. "Hm? What's this... a handkerchief? When did I get this?" She finally saw that it was her handkerchief and went to tell him. "Ah... This is yours? My word, it's true. 'Ib'... Your name's right on it. But why is it in my pocket? Plus, there's blood on it..." His look of shock was replaced by a blank look. "... I was... wounded. On the hand... and... a girl... gave me her handkerchief." His face lit up with realization. Events flooded both minds as they remembered their time together. "Yes... This handkerchief was given to me as a gift... It was a gift... from Ib!" He relaxed and closed his eyes. "Ib...! I remember now." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "We were together back there. How could I have forgotten? It was so important" His eyes had a dark shadow over them as he remembered their time together. "We stuck together through that bizarre gallery. Chased by strange statues... And Mary too, right?...Ib... Do you remember?" She nodded. She remembered everything. From the roses, to the statues, to Mary too. Poor Mary. "Oh, thank goodness! It's hard to believe even now. But, it must have happened, right?" His face lit up. "Ib... We got back safely! We did it!... Ahahaha..." He looked down, a sad look on his face. "... There's so much more I want to talk about, but I've got to get going. Ah, but, Ib. Is it alright if I keep this handkerchief a while longer? It wouldn't do to return it as it is. I have to... make it clean, and then give it back." She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, because... we will see each other again!" He returned the smile. "It's a promise!"
"Garry? I'm back!" Ib set her bag on the couch and went to the kitchen to grab a snack. It had been 7 years since their 'trip' to the Guertena Art Museum. Even though it's been 7 years, Ib could never forget about it. The one thing she couldn't forget about completely was Mary. Even now Ib still felt guilty about burning her painting. She tried to talk to Garry about it but all he told her was, "it was either you or her. It had to be her in order for us to escape. Besides, she was just another painting trying to kill us." She still felt bad about it. Now she wanted to do something for Mary. And whether or not he wanted to, Garry was going to help her.
A/N: Yes it's kinda short, but this chapter was mainly refreshing what happened. I sorta forgot the ending so I went and watched Theyuseifan play and now it's like, word for word with some things I added. I think I'll just make this a two-shot. Review please!~
