p style="max-height: 999999px; text-align: left;"Revision Notes: Sssssoooooooo... I revised this. Sorry if you thought it was a new chapter, but I'm gonna change some things. Just little details that don't really impact the story much, but they've been nagging at me for a while now./p
p style="text-align: center; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Chapter 1: Wake up, Ib/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Just go on with out me... I'm just going to rest here... for a while... I'll catch up... Ib." Before she can protest, Garry is already quietly snoring away. She looks at his relaxed face, pondering if she should slap him again. How could he just fall asleep in the middle of... This? She can't even consider it a hallway, being that it's poorly drawn by a six year old. She grabs the lighter that fell out of his hand, turns around in a huff and walks away from the sleeping man. She's mad at him, until she sees the blue rose petals scattered in the hallway./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She follows the path of petals, climbing up stairs to find herself climbing out of the toybox. Mary quietly chant in a sing-song voice. "Loves me... Loves me not... Loves me... Loves me not." As she rips off the petals to Garry's blue rose. The rose looks tattered and beaten, with most of the petals gone already./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary gets to the last of the petals. "Loves me! Hooray!" Before she can tear it off, effectively ending Gary's life, Ib stops her./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Mary, don't!" Mary looks behind her in shock, silent. She tosses the flower and runs out of the house. Ib retrieves the almost dead flower from the floor and stuffs it in her pocket. emI need to find a vase. /emShe thinks to herself, walking out of the door as well. Ib jogs on the streets, trying to get out of this place as soon as possible. She enters the pink house and goes down the stairs, desperately hoping that this would take her home. The stairs turn black as she walks further down, and she gets a ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks through a large entryway that looks similar to the one at the art gallery, but is completely 's weird, it's the art gallery, but it's not... /emShe looks to her right. emAnd I don't remember these stairs being here... Is this the way out? /emShe walks down the 2nd flight of stairs, and immediately knows she's wrong, but the stairs disappear behind her, becoming a wall./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Well, no going back now.../em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"(1) After going through more rooms with even stranger paintings, Ib finally collects the last of the painting pieces. A stairway opens up under the giant self-portrait. She promptly walks up them, wishing with all her might that this is the way out. She finds, instead, a bed. There's a flower vase beside it, so she places Garry's flower into it, then inspects the bed. It has a musty, old smell to it. Having only one petal left on her own rose, Ib feels immensely tired, and doesn't hesitate to lay down on the bed for a small nap. She shuts her eyes, and everything goes black./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...Ib." emThat's mom's voice. /em"Happy birthday, Ib! Hee... I'll treat you today!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"emNow dad's... /em"Congrats, Ib! Nine already... You've grown! You used to be such a small girl..."em Are these are memories of my birthday?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""There's still a lot more to go, huh, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yeah, I look forward to it!...Hm? Hey you... Ahaha, you found it! Well, this is a little early... But hey! A birthday present from your father! Go on, open it!" emThe present... it's a stuffed bunny, right?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well Ib? There aren't many bunnies that big out there!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Now honey, didn't I tell you she was too old for stuffed animals?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Huh? Did you?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I did! Ib's room is already full of bunnies as it is! It hardly needs anymore!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""W-well, but... Look! Ib loves it!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ugh... Fine... Anyway, Ib, here's my own present!" emI feel like I can't focus anymore.../em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""A handkerchief with your name on it! I had them make it at the store."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""A lace handkerchief... Isn't it a little... soon for Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""She's fine! She's very careful with things. We don't need to buy her new ones very often! So of course I want her to have good things early on."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I suppose..." emI'm falling... asleep./em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...Oh, Ib, are you sleepy?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""You were really having fun... You must be tired, right?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Heehee, maybe so... How about you rest, Ib? We can keep partying when you wake, okay?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yes, that would be nice. Sleep well, Ib..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Good night..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"..."-b"..."Ib."..."Ib!" emIt's Garry's voice./em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ib! Wake up, Ib!" Ib's eyes shoot open and she sits up with a start./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I... I was asleep."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Garry smiles. "I finally got you up. I've been trying for so long." He looks around. "Ib, we should go. This pace gives me the creeps. And I think Mary is still looking for us."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""How long... was I out?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well, I'm not sure, but you must've dropped my flower in a vase, and that's when I woke up. Then I want looking for you. It took a long time..." Ib looks around. embr /em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""There's some stairs, over there." She remarks, pointing. "They could lead us out of here./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"They both leave the bedroom, walking up the stairs. They eventually reach the fake gallery. Ib knows where to go; the place where she came in. She leads Garry to the large mural. "What's this big mural... Fabricated world? Hey, isn't that... the former gallery? Does that mean... If we jump into this, we'll go back there? But how are we supposed to jump into a painting...?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The room flashed, and the frame disappears. "Ib, look! The frame...! Now might be out chance...!" Garry jumps into the painting. "Yes! I'm really in! Hurry up, Ib!" Ib doesn't even hesitate. She leaps into the painting and her whole vision goes white./span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib looks around. emWhat... was I doing?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She walks through the gallery, passing by many people. She gets to the other section of the building, and goes to the section she hasn't seen yet. A large rose sculpture adorns this section, as well as a man that she swears she's seen before. She goes behind him./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""What are you looking at?" Ib asks the man. He turns around./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hm? Well let's see... It's a rose sculpture, I guess." He turns back to face the sculpture... When I look at this sculpture... I feel somehow sorrowful... I wonder why? Ah, I'm sorry if I said anything to trouble you. What's your name?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Um, it's... Ib..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ib?... Hm... I feel like I know that name from somewhere." He shrugs. "Oh well. My names Garry. You can just forget what I said... ... ... Well, bye." He walks away, leaving Ib to he thoughts of how she thinks she's heard his name somewhere before as well./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A few minutes pass by, and Ib grows tired of looking at art, so she goes back to the reception counter to wait for her parents. They come into view, along with a certain someone with long blonde hair. "Hey mommy! What's for dinner tonight?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib's mother replies. "Come, now, Mary... Talking about dinner already?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well, it's 'cause I'm hungry!" Mary notices Ib. "Ah!" She runs over to her sister. "Welcome back!" She joyfully says to Ib. She grabs her hand and leads her back to their parents. "Hey, I found Ib!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib's mom looks to her. "My word , Ib! Where did you get to?" Her brows furrow. "Your mother wanted to see some exhibits with you."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Her dad grins. "Hey, it's alright. Maybe Ib just wanted to see the exhibits by herself in peace!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary looks to her. "Yeah! That's it, huh, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""... Well, in any case, we should get going soon. Mary's felling hungry already, it would seem."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Her mother speaks up. "Yes, and your mother's feeling a bit parched. Let's see if we can find a cafe."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yay! Cafe! Cafe!" Mary cheers. "Ib, hear that? A cafe! I can't wait to see what they have!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Okay, let's go!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yeah!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"They leave the art gallery, Mary holding Ib's hand. Ib's mother grasps her hands behind her back. "The Guertena exhibition was quite something..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Dad smiles at her. "Yup... I bet Ib and Mary learned a lot from it too, huh?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yup! It was the best! Right, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The child in question nods her head, smiling at her sister. She feels a weight in her pocket that is unfamiliar to her. She reaches inside of it, pulling out./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib holds up the silver rectangle. Mary notices this. "A lighter? Whoa, that's dangerous! Where'd you get that? You'd better throw that away later."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib looks at the lighter intently, focusing on one area in particular that has the name 'Garry' on it. emHow'd I get his lighter?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary shakes Ib's hand. "Hey, Ib. Wanna play when we get home?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib smiles brightly. "Yeah!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ooh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it! Promise me, from now on, we'll always be together, Ib!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Okay, I promise!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The two walk down the street, hand in hand, headed to the cafe.../span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"(1): I'm NOT gonna type a detailed description of everything that goes on down there. Plus, I don't want to spoil it for readers who haven't gotten the secret dungeon/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A/N: So there it is folks, the start of a new story! My fourth on so far, including one on The Witch's House./span/p
p style="text-align: center; max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Chapter 1: Wake up, Ib/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Just go on with out me... I'm just going to rest here... for a while... I'll catch up... Ib." Before she can protest, Garry is already quietly snoring away. She looks at his relaxed face, pondering if she should slap him again. How could he just fall asleep in the middle of... This? She can't even consider it a hallway, being that it's poorly drawn by a six year old. She grabs the lighter that fell out of his hand, turns around in a huff and walks away from the sleeping man. She's mad at him, until she sees the blue rose petals scattered in the hallway./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She follows the path of petals, climbing up stairs to find herself climbing out of the toybox. Mary quietly chant in a sing-song voice. "Loves me... Loves me not... Loves me... Loves me not." As she rips off the petals to Garry's blue rose. The rose looks tattered and beaten, with most of the petals gone already./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary gets to the last of the petals. "Loves me! Hooray!" Before she can tear it off, effectively ending Gary's life, Ib stops her./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Mary, don't!" Mary looks behind her in shock, silent. She tosses the flower and runs out of the house. Ib retrieves the almost dead flower from the floor and stuffs it in her pocket. emI need to find a vase. /emShe thinks to herself, walking out of the door as well. Ib jogs on the streets, trying to get out of this place as soon as possible. She enters the pink house and goes down the stairs, desperately hoping that this would take her home. The stairs turn black as she walks further down, and she gets a ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks through a large entryway that looks similar to the one at the art gallery, but is completely 's weird, it's the art gallery, but it's not... /emShe looks to her right. emAnd I don't remember these stairs being here... Is this the way out? /emShe walks down the 2nd flight of stairs, and immediately knows she's wrong, but the stairs disappear behind her, becoming a wall./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Well, no going back now.../em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"(1) After going through more rooms with even stranger paintings, Ib finally collects the last of the painting pieces. A stairway opens up under the giant self-portrait. She promptly walks up them, wishing with all her might that this is the way out. She finds, instead, a bed. There's a flower vase beside it, so she places Garry's flower into it, then inspects the bed. It has a musty, old smell to it. Having only one petal left on her own rose, Ib feels immensely tired, and doesn't hesitate to lay down on the bed for a small nap. She shuts her eyes, and everything goes black./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...Ib." emThat's mom's voice. /em"Happy birthday, Ib! Hee... I'll treat you today!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"emNow dad's... /em"Congrats, Ib! Nine already... You've grown! You used to be such a small girl..."em Are these are memories of my birthday?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""There's still a lot more to go, huh, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yeah, I look forward to it!...Hm? Hey you... Ahaha, you found it! Well, this is a little early... But hey! A birthday present from your father! Go on, open it!" emThe present... it's a stuffed bunny, right?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well Ib? There aren't many bunnies that big out there!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Now honey, didn't I tell you she was too old for stuffed animals?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Huh? Did you?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I did! Ib's room is already full of bunnies as it is! It hardly needs anymore!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""W-well, but... Look! Ib loves it!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ugh... Fine... Anyway, Ib, here's my own present!" emI feel like I can't focus anymore.../em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""A handkerchief with your name on it! I had them make it at the store."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""A lace handkerchief... Isn't it a little... soon for Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""She's fine! She's very careful with things. We don't need to buy her new ones very often! So of course I want her to have good things early on."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I suppose..." emI'm falling... asleep./em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""...Oh, Ib, are you sleepy?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""You were really having fun... You must be tired, right?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Heehee, maybe so... How about you rest, Ib? We can keep partying when you wake, okay?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yes, that would be nice. Sleep well, Ib..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Good night..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"..."-b"..."Ib."..."Ib!" emIt's Garry's voice./em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ib! Wake up, Ib!" Ib's eyes shoot open and she sits up with a start./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""I... I was asleep."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Garry smiles. "I finally got you up. I've been trying for so long." He looks around. "Ib, we should go. This pace gives me the creeps. And I think Mary is still looking for us."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""How long... was I out?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well, I'm not sure, but you must've dropped my flower in a vase, and that's when I woke up. Then I want looking for you. It took a long time..." Ib looks around. embr /em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""There's some stairs, over there." She remarks, pointing. "They could lead us out of here./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"They both leave the bedroom, walking up the stairs. They eventually reach the fake gallery. Ib knows where to go; the place where she came in. She leads Garry to the large mural. "What's this big mural... Fabricated world? Hey, isn't that... the former gallery? Does that mean... If we jump into this, we'll go back there? But how are we supposed to jump into a painting...?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The room flashed, and the frame disappears. "Ib, look! The frame...! Now might be out chance...!" Garry jumps into the painting. "Yes! I'm really in! Hurry up, Ib!" Ib doesn't even hesitate. She leaps into the painting and her whole vision goes white./span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib looks around. emWhat... was I doing?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"She walks through the gallery, passing by many people. She gets to the other section of the building, and goes to the section she hasn't seen yet. A large rose sculpture adorns this section, as well as a man that she swears she's seen before. She goes behind him./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""What are you looking at?" Ib asks the man. He turns around./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Hm? Well let's see... It's a rose sculpture, I guess." He turns back to face the sculpture... When I look at this sculpture... I feel somehow sorrowful... I wonder why? Ah, I'm sorry if I said anything to trouble you. What's your name?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Um, it's... Ib..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ib?... Hm... I feel like I know that name from somewhere." He shrugs. "Oh well. My names Garry. You can just forget what I said... ... ... Well, bye." He walks away, leaving Ib to he thoughts of how she thinks she's heard his name somewhere before as well./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A few minutes pass by, and Ib grows tired of looking at art, so she goes back to the reception counter to wait for her parents. They come into view, along with a certain someone with long blonde hair. "Hey mommy! What's for dinner tonight?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib's mother replies. "Come, now, Mary... Talking about dinner already?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well, it's 'cause I'm hungry!" Mary notices Ib. "Ah!" She runs over to her sister. "Welcome back!" She joyfully says to Ib. She grabs her hand and leads her back to their parents. "Hey, I found Ib!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib's mom looks to her. "My word , Ib! Where did you get to?" Her brows furrow. "Your mother wanted to see some exhibits with you."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Her dad grins. "Hey, it's alright. Maybe Ib just wanted to see the exhibits by herself in peace!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary looks to her. "Yeah! That's it, huh, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""... Well, in any case, we should get going soon. Mary's felling hungry already, it would seem."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Her mother speaks up. "Yes, and your mother's feeling a bit parched. Let's see if we can find a cafe."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yay! Cafe! Cafe!" Mary cheers. "Ib, hear that? A cafe! I can't wait to see what they have!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Okay, let's go!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yeah!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"They leave the art gallery, Mary holding Ib's hand. Ib's mother grasps her hands behind her back. "The Guertena exhibition was quite something..."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Dad smiles at her. "Yup... I bet Ib and Mary learned a lot from it too, huh?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Yup! It was the best! Right, Ib?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The child in question nods her head, smiling at her sister. She feels a weight in her pocket that is unfamiliar to her. She reaches inside of it, pulling out./span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib holds up the silver rectangle. Mary notices this. "A lighter? Whoa, that's dangerous! Where'd you get that? You'd better throw that away later."/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib looks at the lighter intently, focusing on one area in particular that has the name 'Garry' on it. emHow'd I get his lighter?/em/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Mary shakes Ib's hand. "Hey, Ib. Wanna play when we get home?"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"Ib smiles brightly. "Yeah!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Ooh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it! Promise me, from now on, we'll always be together, Ib!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Okay, I promise!"/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The two walk down the street, hand in hand, headed to the cafe.../span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"(1): I'm NOT gonna type a detailed description of everything that goes on down there. Plus, I don't want to spoil it for readers who haven't gotten the secret dungeon/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"A/N: So there it is folks, the start of a new story! My fourth on so far, including one on The Witch's House./span/p