A/N: So I fell in love with this game after I watched Pewdie play it, and really loved the characters (especially Garry!) and the whole idea of the art come to life. Oh, and I absolutely adore the soundtrack. I recently watched Cry play it too, and that inspired me to do a write up of the gameplay, but to put a little more Garry awesomeness and fluff in there because I love it so much. So... Enjoy!

In the early afternoon, under a grey sky...

Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery...

"Did you remember everything, Ib?"

"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?"

"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"

IB

I followed my parents reluctantly through the great glass doors of the gallery. A modern building, designed to draw the eye to the art and the art only. White, pristine, sterile, boring. I didn't want to be here. I would much rather be at home. I like doing art, sure, but looking at other people's? Well, how many kids my age like looking at old paintings?

I tugged at my red necktie, fiddling with the silky fabric. My mother turned to me, smiling softly.

"Well, we're here." She paused for a moment. "...This is your first time in an art gallery, right, Ib?" I nodded. "We're here to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena... And they don't just have paintings, but also sculptures... and all kinds of other creations! I don't doubt even you'll enjoy it, Ib." Uh huh. Whatever.

"Shall we get to the reception desk?" My father seemed eager to continue. He likes art. Especially the weird stuff. He was the one who suggested we come here.

"Ah, yes. Let's get some pamphlets as well." They walked to the reception desk. I followed, holding onto Mum's hand. There was a poster behind the desk, a dark blue, with a disturbingly ugly fish on it. It creeped me out. They stood for a while, talking to the receptionist. I quickly got bored, and tried to peer around the corner, curious. Mum noticed. "Hm? You want to go on ahead? Really, Ib..." She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Oh, all right. Just make sure you're quiet in the gallery, okay? Don't make a ruckus! Not that there's any need to worry about you, I suppose..." I smiled a little awkwardly. I'm a quiet child. Not really a... people person. "Don't cause the other visitors any trouble, now!" I nodded, letting go of her hand and running eagerly down the corridor. Immediately in front of me, I saw the picture on the poster, but a lot bigger, sprawling over the floor. This fish's dead eyes stared up at me, mouth open, revealing needle-sharp teeth. I walked up to it, leaning over the railing. The navy blue paint looked so lifelike, I almost thought I could dip my toes in the inky water. Going to the placard, I tried to read the title. I'm dyslexic, so complicated words make no sense to me, but I did my best.

? OF THE DEEP

A world where no man will ever stand...

To ? that world, I decided that I would ? it within the canvas.

I stared into it for a moment, feeling like I could fall straight in, but then stepped back, deciding to move on.

In the next room was a beautiful sculpture. A rose, its dark green stem curling and winding, covered in pointed stone thorns. The deep scarlet, chiselled petals blossomed from the top of the stem, glossy and looking like satin. A few such petals lay on the ground, scattered. I wanted to pick them up, to try to stick them back onto the flower. They were its source of life. It needed them!

Then I remembered it was just a sculpture.

Hey, I guess this Guertena guy is better than I thought, I mused as I wandered on.

I actually rather enjoyed looking at the different paintings and sculptures as I continued through the gallery. I particularly liked the beautiful dresses draped over mannequins, like the ones in shop windows without heads, and this weird wax sculpture that looked like a melting blue alien. But nothing stood out as much as the giant painting in the final room. Its swirls and colours looked so alive and so beautiful, realistic yet surrealist, completely unknown yet welcoming. Like a doorway to another world. I wanted to touch it. I found myself drawn to it, mesmerised, and I reached out a hand. As soon as my fingers brushed the canvas, a strange feeling overtook me. Like I was falling. I drew back, startled, almost tripping over my own feet. But then I regained balance. I put a hand to my head, confused. Was I ill? Then I noticed something was different. I frowned, thinking for a moment. Then it hit me. The silence. There was no more soft babble of voices, no understated classical music playing through loudspeakers in the corners of the rooms. Nothing. I froze.

Wha... What was going on?!

Even as I thought this, the lights flickered and went out. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"Mum? Dad? Anyone?!" ...Silence. I swallowed.

I was alone.

...Was that half decent? I hope so. I made Ib dyslexic to explain why she struggles to read so many words. That makes sense, right? Anyway, I don't want to be one of those authors who is like REVIEW ME PLZ OR I WILL KILL YOUR FAMILY or anything like that, but hey, it would be nice to hear what you guys think ;) Oh, and feel free to correct me if I got any part of the game's storyline wrong. Thanks! xxx