Hello people out there! GirlwithHeadPhones88 here! And this story is a collab with AnimeCraze8!

We are HUGE Ib X Garry fans and we hope you enjoy it!

AnimeCraze8: Hi guys, this is AnimeCraze8! Just wanted to add a little part in the authors note. I'm so happy the first chapter is uploaded, and I hope you all enjoy it! Ah, this is probably not a good time, but... of any of you like Black Butler, and the pairing Ciel X OC, please check out my story Memorial Scars! And like I always say- Please review! :)

GwHP88: And please check out my DuRaRaRa fanfic! The pairing is Izaya X OC!

And with that...our story BEGINS!


If you asked Ib what she regretted most in her life, it was that she wasn't able to save him.

It happened nine years ago, when she went with her parents to an art gallery filled to the brim with the works of the famous artist Guertena. Back then, the name had brought curiosity and interest into her mind. She had been nine then, and went on in to the gallery by herself, with permission by her parents.

She remembers she had fallen into the haunting world of Guertena. It was filled with headless mannequins, decapitated heads with bleeding eyes, hair-raising, creepy dolls, and live paintings, almost all with killing intent. There were chances to die at every corner, and they barely made it out with their heart still beating.

The only reason she thought she was able to stay sane inside of that nightmare was because of a special person she had met. Without him, she would have probably gone insane. Hell, if they didn't have each other, they would've both gone completely ballistic.

That person's name…was Garry.

Garry had the loveliest, dark lavender hair, and a comfortable, warm coat that she wore as a blanket once. Even though he was scared a little bit too easily at that place (even though the toughest person would be scared to death if he ever entered), he was someone you could rely on. He saved her life more than once, and he cared for her. She was certain she fell in love with him during the time they were together.

The unfortunate thing was… he didn't make it out with her.

She was the only one that made it out. He had sacrificed himself for her welfare, and she despised herself for it. There was nothing she wanted more than to save him and get out together.

That's why she wanted to go back to the gallery…And see if she could save him. She didn't care if the chance was only slim—she was going to take her chances, no matter how slim or reckless it was.

She was on her way to the Guertena art gallery that had been up for about twelve years now. She also wanted to go to the gallery because it was there was only one week left until she left for her art college, and she wanted to see the beautiful paintings (of the normal gallery, of course) before her departures. There was another reason, too… Whenever someone mentioned the name "Guertena," fear and dread is brought into the depths of her mind and an uncomfortable churning begins in her stomach. There was also this nagging thing in the back of her mind, something that she couldn't remember.

She took a deep breath to calm herself as she opened the windows of her sports car. The strong wind flew into her face as her long, chocolate brown hair flowed behind her. She turned to the radio station for classical music, and luckily, tranquil piano music was on. She listened to it, savoring every note, her eyes still strictly locked onto the road ahead of her.

After about ten more minutes of driving and stopping at red traffic lights, she had reached the museum. She glanced at it as she drove over to its large, half-filled parking lot on the side. She was blessed with good luck as she found a parking spot that was the close to the building.

She turned the key to stop the car, and set it into place. She unlocked the doors and pushed the car door open to step out. The sunlight and warmness from the bright star hit her back as she set foot on the concrete. She gulped as she stiffly walked toward the entrance. Even though she was eighteen, and it had been nearly a decade since she had been here, her stomach still churned nauseously. She was starting to have second thoughts about going back in, but a small voice in the back of her head ordered to go in and face her fears, so she did.

When she entered, she was handed a pamphlet, similar to the one she had gotten nine years ago. She looked through it, to find a new painting, "The Forgotten Portrait". Huh, I don't remember this ever being here before… Then, a sudden desire burst into her mind as she continued to stare at it. She didn't know why she wanted to see it, but she had this odd feeling she did. She just couldn't place it.

I have to find that painting.

She burst into action as she started running all over, her eyes frantically looking everywhere for it. Some workers told her to slow down and walk, and the visitors were giving her really weird looks. She didn't care. She wouldn't stop until she found what she was looking for.

Is that it?! No, that's no it…

It has to be here somewhere…

Where is it?!

I have to find it!

It HAS to be HERE!

Is that… It is!

It's right HERE!

She stopped abruptly in front of a painting she had seen in the pamphlet. It was a realistic painting of a man with purple hair, and he looked like he was asleep, as his eyes were shut. He had a coat on, and his hands held a wilting, blue rose. It seemed too beautiful to be real…

Then it hit her.

That wasn't just a painting of just anyone.

It was a picture of Garry.

The realization hit her so hard her eyes started to burn painfully with tears, and a sob broke out of her dry throat. She had trouble breathing normally, her breaths coming out short and ragged. Her hot tears trailed down her cheeks, her eyes wet.

"G-Garry…" She choked out as she stared at the painting of her lost friend. She slowly started to drift off into her mind because of anxiety, but a loud bang in the distance brought her back to reality.

The first thing she noticed as she looked around was that she was completely alone.

Ah, she thought as she quickly wiped her drenched eyes with the sleeves of her red shirt. I see. She suddenly realized that there was only one chance to save Garry, and she could possibly lose her life doing it.

She was going to have to go back there. If she had a choice, she wouldn't go back, but this time, it was different. The circumstances had changed drastically, and she knew what was going on. She walked toward the floor painting "Abyss of the Deep". The water seemed so real, so dark and mysterious. The sea creature stared at her with its one, unmoving eye.

With no hesitation, she took a step into the painting, and then jumped into the horrors of the "Fabricated World". If this was going to save Garry, she was going to go headfirst without any doubts and do whatever it took to save him.


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