Hi everyone, so I thought I'd write a FanFiction on Ib, a RPG horror game by Kouri. I really liked the game so here's my story, set in the same timeline as the game. Hope you enjoy it...

"Mother? Father?" I called out as I ran into an art gallery, "where are you?"

"Be quiet," a woman snapped at me and I put my clasped hands over my heart.

"Have you seen my Mother?" I asked her in a whisper but she ignored me.

I sighed, forcing my fringe to blow up. I looked around the main entrance of the art gallery, wondering if my parents had come in here. They had mentioned an art gallery in passing, and a particular exhibit they were interested in seeing. Guertena, wasn't it? I fixed my bag on my shoulder and walked to the reception desk.

"Has anyone by the name of Winters come through here?" I asked.

"First names?" the receptionist asked as he looked through the ledger in front of him.

"Jonathon and Marie," I replied.

He looked through it and then to me. He sighed before putting the book back out with the names facing me. A pen now resting for someone to pick up and sign-in.

"No," he replied, "no one by that name has been here today."

"Oh, thanks," I replied as I took out my phone and called Mother.

I got the dial tone, and held it to my ear while looking at the main picture for Guertena. It looked like a whale or a shark, with their mouth open and ready to eat any of the visitors.

"Marie, is currently unavailable to take your call, please leave a message at the beep and hang up when your message is complete," the phone told me in a computerised female voice.

"Mother, I waited for you at the school for half an hour but you didn't pick me up. So I went looking for you. I'm in the Guertena exhibit at the moment, so can you collect me as soon as? Love you, Snow," I said before hanging up.

It was an unusual name, one my mother and father had taken years to think of. That was prior to my birth, and that of my eldest brother. I had two siblings, a sister and a brother. My sister who was thirty and named Serah while my brother who was twenty-five and named James were older than me. I was sixteen and named Snow…Snow Winters. My father has said my hair was like snow…but it really wasn't.

I walked back to the receptionist and took out my wallet.

"The first day of the Guertena exhibit is free," he said with no expression, "but you must sign-in."

I put my wallet back in my bag and signed in my name, adding a flourish that my mother would recognise.

"Snow Winters," he said as he looked at my signature, "here's a pamphlet for the exhibit and please enjoy."

I took the pamphlet and smiled before looking at the map. Upstairs had a few portraits while downstairs had the picture from the poster picture for the exhibit.

"Abyss of the Deep," I whispered before walking towards it.

It was very popular among the guests, and many people considered it magnificent. It was beautiful, if a touch eerie to me. To my left was another picture, this one looked like a mother scolding a child. There was a poster beside it that welcomed the guests to the exhibit. It was rather straight forward, similar to other art galleries. I turned down the hall and came across a pretty red rose, a few petals scattered free. It was named the Embodiment of Spirit. Near it was a picture of a man, with the name 'Coughing Man' underneath. The man appeared healthy. Further down the corridor was one called the Selfless Guard and beside it was another picture but the name was unclear.

I decided to go upstairs, where I was greeted by headless models and a sofa with what appeared as red wire wrapped around it. It looked oddly comfortable, and I wondered where the inspiration for it had come from. Other pictures were around the rooms, but they were all Guertena. Nothing appeared to belong to another artist. So I went down the corridor…and found another picture. This one was longer than the others, with more colour put in it. It was oddly captivating and it appeared like a mirror.

It depicted windows but these were covered in darkness so I looked behind me and there were windows but sunlight was creeping in. So it was like a mirror. The name was almost smudged so I couldn't determine what it was called. But as I leaned in closer…the lights began to flicker.

"Huh?" I asked as I looked up and the lights began to focus once more, "must be a fault in the wiring."

I took to my left and saw the hallway was now clear…of anyone. It must be the fault. Maybe if I found the receptionist..?

I walked down the stairs, and heard the sounds of someone walking. They were loud and echoed in the hallways, making it hard to determine where they were. Were they upstairs? Downstairs? Behind me?

I quickly turned around but nobody was there, and blew out a sigh of relief. I was scared. I walked down half the stairs, my school shoes knocking off the steps before I stopped. The footsteps had stopped, and I could hear someone breathing.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Move!" a voice snapped and I was pushed down the remaining stairs. I cried out as my head hit the wall and the bottom step before I came to a stop. It took a moment for my vision to return to normal before I realised that nobody was around anymore. I stood slowly and limped to the door, feeling my ankle throb. It must have twisted on my way down…forcefully. That person had sounded like a man, impatient.

The front door was locked, and I hit it with my hands.

"Somebody? I'm locked in! Can somebody open the door?" I called out.

The ledger was still open, so I walked over…only to see my name, scribbled in red. No one else's name was there. I gulped as I flipped through it. When I returned to the page with my name on it, it had a child's writing written underneath, in the same red pen.

"Come and play with me, Snow," it said, "come upstairs and look into the mirror."

I shook my head, refusing to go anywhere where that man could be. I didn't want to die here. The writing continued, the same odd red colour that reminded me of blood.

"Come to the ocean then, and I will find you," it said.

A pamphlet was stuck to the page so I could see the picture the child wished me to find. It was the Abyss of the Deep and it was on the bottom floor. I walked towards it, and when I looked to the shark, it appeared to be swimming. Blue footsteps showed me to a break in the velvet barrier. I limped over, and looked down, watching as the blue paint surrounding the shark appeared to be moving, lapping like proper water. I looked down at the ledger I had taken and saw more words.

"Take a dip," it said and I gulped, "and I will find you."

I put the book in my satchel and one foot out before throwing myself further. The painting opened for me, and I sank deeper. Water warmed around me, as air bubbles escaped my lips and I closed my eyes. The last sound I heard…was the shark swimming around me…before I lost consciousness.

So what do you think? What's happened to the other visitors? And who is that man? Better yet, whose the child telling Snow where to go. Thanks for reading and please remember to review. I like to know what people think. The next chapter will be up as soon as I can :)