AN: Hey guys, it's Flippzy once more, taking a new turn, to see if I still have what it takes, you know? So, I've recently fallen in love with the new video game, Ib. It's so much fun to play, and I gotta say it, GARRY IS FRICKEN AWESOME! (Skittles are still my one true love, but that's what Fanfiction is for. God bless you, Fanfiction!) Also, I'm sorry for not updating any of my other fanfics in a while. Nobody just seems to be interested in what I write. So I've decided to just write for the sake of writing, and if somebody likes it, then it makes it all the more worthwhile. Anyway, let's get this started!
Disclaimer: I do not Own Ib. If I DID, well…let's just say that Ib would be older, and there would be some romance scenes! :3
Saving My Savior
Chapter 1: Memories?
He tried to catch up to her, but each step just became more painful than the last. Even though he didn't want to accept it, he knew that he wasn't going to make it. He was going to die, stuck in this freak show of a gallery, and would probably die alone. He couldn't have her stay down here forever, waiting for her own inevitable doom. He had to make sure that at least she would make it. SHE would defeat that psycho-child, and make it back home, safe and sound.
He was falling behind, now. The pain and fatigue had finally caught up with him, and were clenching on to his conscience. He stopped, even as She kept going. He had to stop, now.
"Ib…wait…" he murmured.
The little girl stopped and turned to her friend. Red eyes widening as she watched him slowly fall to his knees.
"I don't want to lie to you….but I don't want to tell you the truth, either."
"If you need me…I'll come running…."
She saw him fall completely. This time, his eyes stayed closed, as if he were asleep. He IS asleep, she told herself. She refused to think him anything else. He simply could NOT die. Not when he had promised so much to her. What about the Macaroons that he wanted her to try, or his assurance that they'd BOTH make it out? He couldn't do that to her, he just couldn't!
"Loves me…Loves me not…."
She could hear that high pitched, happy voice chanting the words over and over like a mantra. A mantra that would end his life…end…Garry's life…she turned, and saw that he was no longer there, and that the ripping sound was getting louder. This time, red petals blended with the blue, and wounds began to appear all over Ib's body. Behind her, the bubbly laugh had turned into a mocking cackle, and when Ib turned around, all she could see were big, blue eyes.
"We'll be together forever, Ib!"
She gasped as her head shot up from the bed. She looked around the room twice, before she took a deep sigh of relief. This nightmare had haunted her dreams for the past nine years. In fact, they'd started right after coming home from that museum. She clutched tightly to the doll in her hand. It was very special to Ib, because she had made it, and what's more, she made it to look like a person in a painting. The painting from the Guertena exhibit, The Forgotten Portrait.
Though she loved the picture dearly, she couldn't help but think that it was somehow connected to those dreams. Not only did the boy in the painting show up in her dreams, he was right beside her, helping her, being there for her. When she woke up, he was still there, if only in a small doll form, in her arms to comfort her from her dreams.
"SISSY!"
Ib lifted her head at the sound of the voice. It was coming from outside her door, followed by a loud knocking sound. Ib looked over at her alarm clock: 3:07 am. So she's had another nightmare…like sister like sister…or however that stupid saying goes, she thought as she got up from her bed and walked over to the door to let the person behind her door inside.
There, before her, was a little girl, no older than 9, big brown eyes like their father's, and her shoulder-length brown hair separated into pigtails for the night. Her look was complete with a bright, pink flannel nightgown that Ib had made for her. Though Ib had never liked the color as a child, her sister certainly did.
"What's wrong, Trina?" she asked softly, kneeling down until the sisters were eye level with eachother.
"The scary girl with the yellow hair…she's gonna get me!" Trina whimpered.
Ib sighed, ever regretting her sister over hearing her nightmares, and making them her own. It didn't help that Ib drew whatever she dreamt about. Her therapist had told her that it could help her with her dreams. She's been doing this for 9 years, now, and though her drawing and painting have improved drastically, they only made her nightmares worse.
One involved her painting her version of Garry, and every time she tried to finish it, her hand would add cuts and large amounts of blood, petals strewn along the ground. Whenever she had that dream, she'd wake up and cry.
But the ones that scared her the most were of…that girl.
Mary.
Mary was one of Guertena's works. The problem was, that 9 years ago, the painting was lost forever. Something about a tragic fire accident. Ib felt partially responsible, at least, she did in her dreams, because in her dreams, she was the one to set Mary on fire. That horrible, wretched child who'd killed Garry. At least, she killed dream Garry.
But sometimes, Ib couldn't help but think this was all real. None of these dreams pertained to her real life, as her therapist suggested. And lately, the dreams had become more vivid, as if they had been memories instead.
"Ib?" a shaky voice called to her to bring her out of her thoughts.
She shook her head, bringing herself back to the present, and smiled at Trina. "Don't worry, Trina. I won't let Scary Mary hurt you," she said in a soft, tired voice. Ib wrapped her arms around her little sister and then guided her over to the bed. "You can sleep in my bed, that way, you won't have any nightmares." She made sure that Trina was tucked in before closing the door. Before she could turn off the light, Trina whimpered again.
"Nooo…can…we leave the night light on?"
Ib sighed. She really couldn't sleep with light in her room, but she knew that Trina had to come first. "Alright, I'll keep it on, until I know you're asleep, okay?"
Trina beamed. "OKAY!" she shouted. Ib hushed her so as not to wake their parents.
Within minutes, the little girl was asleep, with Garry clutched at her side. Ib couldn't help but smile at the scene before her as she got up and went to turn off the light. When she got back into bed, she wrapped her arms around Trina and "Garry." Together, sleeping peacefully.
But they were not alone.
A shadow crept from Ib's closet, that couldn't be seen by the human eye. "We'll be together, soon, Ib. And look, a new playmate! It'll just be us three…forever…" And then the shadow was gone, as if it were never there…
End of Chapter 1
AN: Okay, so here's the first chapter. I decided to base it off the "Forgotten Portrait" ending…it was the first one I got. : (. I eventually got the best ending, but really…it took SO long and so much to do to get it right. One slip up, and you get the bad endings. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and hopefully someone will enjoy it! : ) Till next time!
