It's cold, and dark, and lonely. Shadows dance around in a mocking waltz as I uneasily make my way through this purple nightmare of an art gallery. Whispers ring through the air, the sources of these voices unknown. Fear envelops me as I pick up the next to last ball of paint. I had found it inside a doll's stomach. The doll had run away and opened a door for me. The door that had been strangely cold.

I check the balls of paint that I have. I have six. That's good; all I need is one more. I walk around a bit; explore the area, read some books, study paintings. The only thing I don't do is go through that door.

After a while, I accept that I'm going to have to go into the cold, eerie room. I gulp and begin to rethink my decision. Finally, I use my indecisive mind and conclude that entering the room is the only option. I grasp the doorknob with a shaking hand and tentatively turn it. My breath catches in my throat. I push the door open…

I gasp in shock and fear. "What?!" The room is filled with those disturbing blue dolls. They stare at me and smile, red eyes widened. I finally spot a white ball of paint amid the dolls. "Thank goodness…" I run up and grab the ball of paint, then dash back to the door. I turn the knob. To my horror, it doesn't move. Suddenly, text is stamped on the door. Hide and seek… Who has the key? Who?

"No… No!" I begin to hyperventilate. I tear open every doll, each one containing something more mystifying and gruesome than the last. I look up to the front of the room and let out an ear-splitting shriek.

There is a blue doll much worse than the rest climbing slowly out of its frame with a demented grin and sunken, crimson eyes. I squeak in terror. Finally, I am capable of forming comprehensible words. "IB!" I yell out over and over again. Without thinking, I scream for Mary's help, too. I don't care who shows up. I just need help.

The huge creature is out of its whole painting. It bares its sharp teeth with a supposedly friendly grin. It reaches out a cerulean hand and taps my temple.

The whole world turns red.

"I wonder how Garry's doing," I ask Mary. She shrugs, and we trek on through the long, violet corridor.

"Heehee… Is that so?"

I freeze, nearly toppling over into the wall. Is that Garry on the other side?

My suspicions are confirmed when his voice resounds from the room Mary and I are standing in front of. "Yeah, you don't see that every day, huh? … Oh, no, I'm all out of those." I peer into the door. Garry is huddled up on the floor, knees to his chest. He's grinning at a huge group of bunny dolls. "Oh, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me!"

"Garry?" I quietly say, worried. He's not looking at me. I run up to him and drop to my knees, looking straight at him. "GARRY!" I scream. I don't get a response. Fed up and angry and worried and everything in between, I do the only sensible thing.

I slap him in the face.

I think for a moment, briefly wondering whether or not that was enough. I decide it wasn't, and I slap Garry once more.

"OW?!" he screams at me. "Ib, what are you doing?!" I laugh a bit through my worried tears, and hug him. He looks down at me in surprise. "I-Ib…" he quietly says, his voice trailing off. He hugs me back and kisses the top of my head.

I play with the blue dollies as I watch Ib and Garry reunite. I don't like to look at it, so I whisper with the dollies. They're good friends, and soon we'll have another friend to listen to and talk to.

I push the pallet knife deeper into my pocket. Ib and Garry walk out of the room hand in hand. I glare at Garry's lavender hair. He knows my secret.

I pick up a dollie. "I don't like that guy," I whisper to her. I giggle and slowly slip the pallet knife out of my pocket.

"Ib sure is gonna be upset."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I think I'm going to write a humor fic about Garry, bunnies and dolls next.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fanfiction.

Rose