Okay guys! A non-slash fic here about what might have happened during the travels of Ib & Co... Pleasetell me if there are any mistakes or what could be done better; I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks! ~Insidia
'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!' Garry shrieked as another mannequin head appeared from nowhere, before blushing madly and struggling to compose himself. 'I-I wasn't scared! Just s-s-startled, that's all!'
Ib nodded solemnly as she turned to him, tugging his hand. They had already spent too long in this room; the appearance of the head only proved that. Ever since she had found him lying in that corridor surrounded by mocking paintings, the adventure (if you could call it that) had grown steadily more perilous.
Mary suddenly giggled from behind them. Skipping over to the pair she held up a slim cuboid for both to see. 'Look what I found! A lipstick!' she announced proudly.
'How does that work?' Ib queried, mystified at the possibility that people would put a stick on their face. Pouting, the young blonde raised an eyebrow.
'You don't know what it is?'
Sighing, the brunette replied, 'Sure.' although she still pondered balancing it on her top lip. Mary then gleefully uncapped the device and stroked it across her mouth, leaving a bubblegum-pink stripe. Ib's eyes widened in recognition at the familiarity of it- her mother used things like that, didn't she?
Startled out of her thoughts, she crossed her eyes at the approaching shape. A feather-light touch on her lips left them feeling heavier than before.
Garry, who had silently watched the entire affair, snickered at the mixed clarity and confusion portrayed on Ib's face, however he soon regretted this as Mary slowly turned with a malicing grin.
Then those dreaded words came. 'Garry's turn!'