Blue and Yellow: Chapter 1

Please wake up... Please...

Warmth. He felt warm.

"It didn't work, fairy tales aren't true..." He heard a faint voice near him. "Alright, I'll try it again..."

He felt pressure on his lips... Like someone was kissing him... Wait... Kissing?! His eyes suddenly shot open, and saw a blur of blue, yellow, and green.

I-Is this M-mar-

She gasped and squealed! "It worked! Yay! Fairy tales are true!" She then began dancing with the blue creepy doll he despised so much. This is a really weird dream...

Wait a second... Mary, creepy blue doll, crayon drawn walls... The fleeting pain he's feeling right now.

Everything suddenly dawned over him.

This is not a dream.

He's still here.

And he's still alive.

His head is still in pain. "Mary? Wha- what's happening?" He stuttered, interrupting her and the doll's little victory dance.

"I kissed you, just like in this book!" She showed him a book entitled "The Sleeping Beauty."

She continued, "You were sleeping, and Aoi-chan here said that we try it! You were sleeping beauty and I was prince charming!" And then smiled at him.

"Kissed?!" By a kid? He felt a blush creeping in his cheeks.

She looked at him confused. "Why are you all red? You're so weird Garry..." She walked closer to him, "Are you alright?"

He shook the thoughts away; this isn't a time to think of trivial things. He looked at her closely, examined his clothes, and his face. He felt the same, as if nothing happened.

As if he didn't die.

He never really understood how this museum worked its ways... But who knew fairy tales worked its wonders here as well? The place is still creepy, but he's just happy that this twisted otherworldly universe had brought good luck in his side.

He's freaking alive.

He stood up. The last time he was on his feet, he thought he was on the verge of death, alone. Its ironic, the one who 'killed' him was the one to 'revive' him.

And right in front of him.

'If only Ib is here to see this... Wait, Ib!"

Remembering the little brunette he was with, "Where's Ib?" He asked and took a step back, still cautious with his actions.

"She left and gone back... Just like the others." She replied, but he didn't quite catch the last thing she said.

'Gone back?' He thought. "She left the gallery?"

"Yep." She replied, he sighed in relief; he felt weight lifted around his shoulders. Ib's alright, she's gone home.

"I guess you're leaving too?" She asked.

"I need to go home Mary, to my family." He replied.

Mary looked at him and smiled. "I'll show you the way home then." She turned her back and walked away.

He was left frozen in his place. "Huh?" That easy?

"Aren't you coming?" She paused and looked at him questioningly.

He followed.

As they silently walked out of the house, and entered a pink building. He eyed her suspiciously, one question raced at the back of his mind.

"What the hell is happening?"

Apparently, the person who killed him in this crazy gallery is letting him go. It just doesn't make any sense. What will they gain by doing this, whether it was
some kind of a trap or not?

"Why are you doing this?"

Mary slowed her pace and Garry did the same.

"Doing what?" She replied.

"Letting me go?" He answered, while scanning the surroundings and noted the change in atmosphere.

Mary was silent for a while, "People were here before you and Ib came here, I helped them get out of here. I'm doing the same for you."

"Did you also try to kill them?" He asked.

He notices her stiffen as he asked. "We're almost there." She replied hastily and quickened her pace more.

"Why d-"

She stopped and faced him, Garry looked at her. The emotion she reflected with her eyes was very different than when he met her the first time. It looked, sadder?

"-We're almost there." She repeated, with emphasis. He only nodded and followed her.

"As long as I'm going out of this wretched place, I'm not complaining."

After few minutes of walking, the place began to look familiar. Except for the creepy dark walls, everything was similar - from the paintings to the floor arrangement, it was starting to look like the gallery he was once in. Slowly, he's felt relief taking over his body. "I think what she was saying was true..."

Not bothering to say more, they walked a little more and stopped in front of a very large canvass. He looked at the canvass.

Fabricated World.

The frames of the huge painting disappeared, "Is this my way out?" He asked.

Mary nodded and placed her hand into the painting. Her hand went right through it with Garry's amazement. "Just go through this and you'll be free."

"Finally." He thought as he put his hand onto the canvass.

"..." It didn't went through.

He pushed his hand again.

Still nothing. He just felt the rough texture of oil and canvass in his hands, like a solid painting - impenetrable.

He felt his blood drain out of his face. His mind started racing.

Silence.

"What's wrong Gar-!" Mary was cut off and found herself pinned to the wall.

"Do you think this is some kind of a sick joke?!" Garry shouted exasperatedly.

Mary looked at him in fear, "what the hell are you talking about!"

He pinned her further, "Why can't I fucking go out?!" He pointed at the canvass in front of them, "You could just let me die there! Now you're playing me? Keeping me alive then playing this sick prank your little painting friends planned?!"

"I-I..." Mary trembled, her eyes wide in fear and confusion, she choked back a sob. "Please stop! You're hurting me!"

"I don't care! Let me out of here!" He replied.

"I swear! I don't know what's happening as well!" She cried out. "Let me g-go!"

Garry looked at her and saw fear and confusion in her pleading eyes. "Let me go please... It hurts."

What the hell are you doing? He quickly released his grip on her wrist and took a step back, horrified. "I-I don't know. I didn't mean..."

Mary caught her breath, "... I'm not playing tricks... I don't know what's happening..." She replied, still gasping for air, and looked at the canvass worryingly.

He looked at it as well. The frames are still not there.

All he can do is stare.

"What's happening?"

So how was it? I'm changing the premise to why Garry stayed in the gallery, I just felt that the one I wrote long ago was a little trivial(?). I also want this fanfic to be a little angsty and not the fluff that I originally want it to be. Who doesn't love angst? XD