Hey quys! Ignite here.

I recently played Ib ad now I'm OBSESSED with it! I love it so much!

I just had to make a fanfiction for it.

This all happened after the ending, "Promise of a Reunion".

Rose walked swiftly across the street, trying to keep up with her father. The crowded sidewalk pushed her farther and farther away from him. She was soon pushed into a sunny clearing, where a small café sat across the road. Her father said that he was hungry, so she thought he might've been there. She ran across the street and looked into the café window. Nothing came of much significance to her, except for two people.

One was pale, with light purple hair with black streaks that covered one of his blue eyes. He was tall, and a blue, tattered jacket rested on his shoulders. Across from him, a girl sat. She had long, brown hair with bangs that covered half of her dark, red eyes. She had a white shirt with a strange dark red tie that rested on her chest. She wore the same-colored skirt that came to her knees. They were both laughing, smiles spread across their faces. They were eating some sort of pastry shaped like a hamburger, though Rose couldn't remember what they were called. They were not related, Rose knew that, but they seemed inseparable. They were just normal customers at the café, but something about them was… intriguing to Rose. Both of them held roses beside them, the girl's was red, surrounded by a silk handkerchief, and the boy's was blue, held only by his pale hand. Arya didn't even know blue roses existed.

She shrugged. Her mother wasn't there, so she walked back to the not-so-crowded-anymore sidewalk. She followed to white path to a gallery. This is where her father was taking her.

She might be waiting for me. she thought, and stepped closer towards the gallery.

A large banner hung over the door. 'GRAND CLOSING OF GUERTINA'S WORKS!'it said. She slowly put her pale hand on the door, pushed it open, and entered the strange gallery. The building was white, and a small reception desk sat in the left side of the room. Behind the desk was a man, his head rested on the top of the desk and his hair draped down his face. His white mustache brushed against the wood as he snored. Rose walked past him quietly. She didn't want to wake him, and she was sure no one would mind, or even notice, a girl who hadn't signed in.

Rose soon noticed that she stood out in the large gallery. While every other person wore formal dresses, shirts with ties, and even suits; she was wearing a white summer dress that went down past her knees with a small, pink jacket draped over her shoulders and ending at her elbows. Her feet were covered in pink sneakers ad her hair was a messy braid of strawberry-blonde hair that draped down her right shoulder. Her hazel eyes lifted just above her many freckles. She looked like a girl heading for the park, not going into an art gallery.

Even with her informal appearance, no one noticed. There weren't even enough people there to be noticed by. Rose scanned each section of the gallery, searching for her father. She cleared through almost every room, but her father, was nowhere to be found. There was only one more room to search, or more, corridor. Rose trudged through the passageway, passing the large painting easily, but quickly going back to it.

Something about it was, intriguing to Rose, just like the two people in the café. She slowly read the painting's title. 'Fabricated World' it said. As she read the soon-to-be dreaded painting's name, the lights flickered, and the small noise that rested in the gallery earlier- was silenced.

Rose swallowed slowly, getting frightened by the sudden change of atmosphere. She ran away from the strange painting and looked once more for her father. As she trudged through the rooms, she found that no one was there. NO ONE. The gallery was empty of all its observers, except for Rose, even the man at the desk- was nowhere to be seen. She ran back upstairs and a figure passed behind the window.

"Father?" Rose asked, eager to find him.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the gallery, and Rose ran, desperately, to find the source. She passed a painting of fruit, and the orange suddenly fell to the floor. Frightened, she ran faster. A sharp meow came from the black cat painting, 'the coughing man' literally coughed. Rose ran faster and faster, until she found herself back in the corridor. A strange, blue liquid leaked from behind the frame, and she found that it was paint. Looking at it, the paint slowly formed into words.

'Come on in, Rose. I'll show you someplace special.' it said, and almost immediately letters appeared on the ground.

'COME ROSE COME ROSE' the letters spelled out.

A dark hand emerged from the horrid painting, as if offering its help. The hand stayed still, waiting for the contact of another. Rose backed away slowly, never letting her eyes leave the creepy appendage. She hit the back wall, turned around, and ran.

Rose rand down to the entrance and yanked the door with all her might, desperate to escape. She pulled as hard as possible, but it was no use, there was no way out. She ran into every room once again, but nothing was revealed. She slowly walked back to the long passageway and stared at the painting. She slid down the wall, she was scared and confused. But that wasn't enough for tears to escape her.

She sighed and stood up.

I guess there's nothing else to do. she thought.

And with that, she grasped the dark hand and was pulled into the painting.

Do you guys like it?

Even if you don't, 'm still writing it.

Stay Fabulous my friends ;)