I DO NOT OWN Ib, Kouri does.

This is also my interpretation of the fan-made ending Sacrifice. This is my first story, so feel free to criticize.


"Red is one of my favorite colors you know~" Mary giggled as she twirled around holding Ib's rose. Garry was about to speak up before Ib stopped him, "Go. I'll be okay." She smiled as Mary laughed. Garry hesitantly nodded and hugged Ib. "Whatever I do, I will never forget you." He promised and Ib nodded. Mary then stopped laughing, "Ib? Whats wrong? Don't you want to play with me?" She began to laugh again as she ran away, Garry chasing her in anger. Ib smiled weakly as she suddenly felt a jolt of pain.
The 9 year old fell to the ground, the sounds of eerie laughter began fading out.

Garry stopped chasing Mary when he noticed red rose petals down the path. He then picked up his pace and ran around a corner, finding Mary twirling around plucking the petals out. "She loves me~ She loves me not." She sang as she got down to the last petal. "SHE LOVES ME!" Mary laughed happily as she pulled the last petal out. Garry stood there in horror as he watched the petal fall to the ground. He looked at Mary angered as he noticed she was standing in front of the 'Fabricated World' painting. Looking at Garry she giggled then hopped through the painting. "So that is the way out.." He said as he followed.


3 Years Later

Garry held his little sister's hand as he walked through the streets. "Garry, I want to go to the Guertena Art Museum." Mary smiled pointing at the art museum they were walking past. "Really? Didn't you say when we went there 3 years ago that it was boring?" Garry asked, stopping. "Well, it might not be now." She dragged him into the museum. Looking around, Mary ran off as Garry stopped in front of a certain painting.

It was of a brown haired girl with red and blue roses surrounding her. "'Sacrifice'? What kind of name is that?" He asked himself as he looked at the painting closer. It seemed somewhat familiar, yet, he couldn't recall why. The girl's expression in the painting looked content, but sad at the same time. "The piece is really interesting.." He felt a tug at his coat. Looking down he saw Mary. "What's wrong Garry?" She asked him. "Nothing. It's just that this painting looks a little familiar. Must've seen it on some website or something." He patted her head. Looking back at the painting, a name suddenly popped into his head. Ib.

Shaking his head, he took Mary's hand and continued looking around the gallery. "Look at this one, Garry!" Mary exclaimed as she pointed to a statue of a red rose. He let go of her hand and walked over to it. "'Embodiment of Spirit'?" He asked as he read the description. When he looked back up at the statue, he felt sadness overcome him. Why does the sight of red roses make him feel so sad? He thought as he looked over at Mary, who was smiling as she mumbled something happily. It sounded something like 'She loves me, she loves me not, she loved me!' She loves me~ She loves me not. SHE LOVES ME!" The voice said in his head. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he looked back at the rose. "Garry? Whats wrong?" Mary asked. Ib? What's wrong? He looked over at her, "O-Oh.. It's nothing! Just a little tired." He smiled weakly as he scratched the back of his head. She frowned, "Hmm... Fine then. How about we head home?" She suggested. "Okay." He took her hand again and they walked out of the gallery.

When they got home, Garry went instantly to his room and closed the door. Sitting at his desk, he laid his head in his hands and let out a deep, long sigh. Looking up, he felt a headache come around. "Ugh... What's wrong with me? I felt perfectly fine this morning..." He mumbled. He looked at his laptop and began typing out the web address for the Guertena Art Museum website. When it loaded, he went to portrait info and went to Sacrifice. Reading through the info, he became even more confused than before. There was apparently no record of the painting being made, it just appeared one day with Guertena's signature on it. Sighing he closed his laptop and stared at the ceiling. He then heard knocking at his bedroom door as Mary entered.

"Are you feeling better? I got you a glass of water." She said, placing the glass down onto his desk. "Mary do you know anyone by the name Ib?" Garry asked and Mary almost instantly froze. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I have been having weird voices in my head lately repeating that name." He replied, looking at her. She looked semi-horrified, 'W-Well, I don't. It must just be your imagination." She said, her voice growing quiet. "Oh well. Anyway, look at the time. You should get to bed." He yawned. She nodded and left Garry alone. He sat there and thought, when suddenly an image of the painting came into mind with the name Ib repeating over and over. He then decided while Mary was at school tomorrow, he'd visit the gallery again.


She sat there with the dolls and the other paintings laughing and having a great time, when one doll came running over. "IB! I SAW HIM!" It said with a high-pitched voice. She looked over surprised, "Garry!?" The doll nodded, "But- it seems he doesn't remember you.." Ib's face turned from surprise to sorrow, "He forgot..? But... he promised. Unless- was Mary with him?" She asked the doll. It nodded, "She was. It seems she may have influenced his memory when they returned to the real world." She looked down, then looked back at all of the dolls and paintings. "Well, it seems we have to pull him back in."


That's the first chapter! I hoped you enjoyed it!