Painful Steps Backward
Chapter 2
Words … 917 including the authors note at the bottom, but not the top.
Disclaimer … I DON'T OWN IB … there got that over with … goes for all chapters
The night before …
~Mary returned to her chalk-world with a pained look on her face. With a quick swipe of the pink key, and Mary ventured upstairs and collapsed next to the make-shift painting of herself. Every second outside the Fabricated World would slowly kill her. Even projecting herself in dreams was sapping the life out of her. Her skin was way paler than the first encounter the duo had. It had turned into the color of a chalk white. Mary's hair had also turned more white-blonde.
In a way Mary was almost starting to look slightly transparent; A ghost of her former portrait. A blue doll shimmied its way beside the small phantom-like girl. "Soooonnnn," her favorite doll, Tubby, said with a large grin stitched on its face. "Yes, soon", Mary whispered into the blackness of the fabricated world.~
Garry's eyes never left the form of the insane child. Ib too was watching Mary, her red irises filled with terror. "So, my … friends, it's been a long time." Garry noticed she was looking straight at Ib when she said that. Quicker than excepted Mary was next to Ib and had her in choke-hold. "Mary … it's me you want to hurt. Not Ib. Please just let her go," Garry pleaded as Mary was inching her way back to the painting. The lights flicked again and displayed Mary's crazy ice cold blue eyes. "You … you would sacrif- …HAHA!" Mary gave a jerk and Ib turn slightly redder as she was losing breathable air to fill her lungs, "You're trying to trick me. Well Garry, it's not going to work. You cause all this, and you need punishment. If only you would have stayed in the doll room a tad longer my plan would have went perfectly. But no, you had to escape and RUIN EVERYTHING!"
Garry gave a jump at the scream but held his ground. He inched closer to the girl in attempts to rescue Ib. "Mary, let Ib go and you can do whatever you like to me. Just let her go." Mary looked slightly puzzled and an eerie silence filled the hall as Mary thought things over. "I … I just want a real friend", she whispered softly. As Garry watched as Mary was growing more transparent and was slowly loosening her grip on Ib. He made a step toward her, but just as he did a small blue thing with a crazy grin jumped out of the painting. "Marrrrryyyy, yourrrrr timeeee isssss beinggggg wastedddddd!", it screamed at the blonde girl. Mary looked at her body and her eyes narrowed as she saw the doll was right. She was fading, and Garry knew it. He was stalling. 'Plus', she thought to herself, 'Garry set fire to me and hates me, Ib on the other hand is shy and quite. She's just scared of me … not hateful.' Mary's grip on Ib tightened.
"See ya later Garry" Mary said with a psycho smile etched on her petite face. Mary lunged toward the painting with Ib as the doll jumped back into the mural. Just as Mary (and Ib all though being dragged) reached the Fabricated World and was jumping in, Garry grabbed hold of Mary's free arm and all three were sent back into Chalk World together.
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Ib's head felt like it was spinning. First, Mary was back from the dead. Second, Garry was trying to sacrifice himself for her. And third, she was back in the Fabricated World; the place where her nighttime terrors started. Mary still had a hold of Ib and she pulled out the old palate knife. Mary positioned it against Ib's throat.
"Walk. NOW!" Mary yelled at Ib. Mary was worried about where Garry was in the Fabricated World. She had kicked him when they all were pulled in the mural, which caused him to let go off her, but it was too late. True, he wasn't near the Chalk Town, but he would come after Ib. That Mary knew for a fact. Ib followed the order as she had no desire of being killed. When they reached the Pink house, and entered, Mary let go of Ib. Ib darted away from Mary, but she only laughed. "There's NO way out Ib. I locked everything really well, so you wouldn't be tempted."
Ib clenched her fist, but knew it was wise not to retort anything back. Mary was unstable. The navy blue doll appeared from the upstairs and made its way over to Mary. "Thattttt wassssss closssseeeeee Maryyyyyy,"it said concern as Mary sat down on a poorly drawn coach. The blonde look bone-tired and she only nodded as she closed her eyes. She still looked phantom-like, but she was slowly starting to become solid again. The girl curled up on the sofa and fell fast asleep. Ib on the other hand was too wired to sleep. She was being kept prisoner by a unstable nutcase. After three hours of trying to escape Ib grew tired. 'Bi-polar, that's a good word to describe Mary', she thought as she slumped down in a corner of the house. Surprisingly she too fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Her last thought before going to sleep was, 'Garry, please be ok.'
A/N …
Sorry for the short (or maybe it isn't I can tell) chappy, but hey its action packed (: I love Pewdiepie … thought I'd let everybody know that :p I really hate Mary as well …