I actually put out another chapter, it's a miracle!

I don't own Ib, if I did would have given Garry different things to say when you talked to him.(And I don't own that pic either)


He hadn't realized he was so tired until he had reached his apartment. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it off the back of his couch and trudged towards the back of his apartment where his bedroom laid. He could only wish to know the source of his exhaustion, but whatever it was made his feel as though he could barely take another step, if he could he would fall asleep right here, but he desperately wanted to change.

His mind wander back to the little girl at the Guertena exhibit. It was odd that he knew her name and he felt almost sorrowful as he left her at the sculpture. His walk slow to a stop as he thought back to how he felt when he saw her. There was no real way to explain how he felt connected to her or how he wanted nothing more than to give her a big hug and jump for joy at the fact that she was okay. Then he started to scrutinize himself, "You can't just go and some hug random little kid. You be labeled a pedophile. Then, how will you get a job?" He started to walk forwards again only to realize he had been standing right in front of the loose floorboard that marked the edge of the living room. He tripped, cartwheeling forward and landing with a painful thump.

"AH… You stupid panel! Just let me get some sleep!" Frustrated and cradling his throbbing chin, he eased himself back on his weary legs with a hiss and stormed the rest of the way to his bed.


He felt miserable when he woke up that night. Rolling out of the warm cocoon that was his bed, he forced himself into the bathroom. He slowly shed off the sweaty clothes he had worn that day, his muscles crying out from the strain. Why was he in so much pain? He couldn't think of a single thing that he's done that could cause him to be in so much pain. He had gotten up that morning and ate some granola, made a pit stop at the café down the street for some coffee, went to his classes, stopped at the bakery for some macaroons, and decided to go to the new Guertena exhibit.

His mind drifted and his mind was filled with the small face of the girl he had met at the gallery. Did she have something to with this? He had never seen the girl till that point, but he had known her name. It was so confusing… As he went to check his pants for his phone – not wanting to lose another to the washing machine, that incident had been disastrous – he felt something soft. Pulling it out his eyes were met with a small handkerchief spotted with, what looked like, dried blood.

"How the hell did I end up with this?" Looking closer at the cloth, he saw a small embroidered word in the corner. Ib. What? Then he felt like he had been hit with a ton of bricks. That girl, the one of the Guertena exhibit, she gave this to him. They had been stuck in that hell-hole and he had cut himself on a piece of glass. She gave him the handkerchief to stop the bleeding. "Oh my God..." He needing to find Ib. He had to tell her, remind her of what had happen.

Then he realized, he had no way of finding that little girl. If he went asking around for her, he would either A) be ignored B) get told off for looking for some girl that he didn't know much about, or C) get labeled as a pervert. None of those would get him anywhere in his search. Besides, why look for her? It's not like he would gain from it. But then again, he had promised to buy her macaroons… and to date he has only ever broken one promise, and they were macaroons. If he found her, maybe he could gain something…

But first, he needed to sleep. His brain was desperate for a break from the past few minutes. It was late anyways, so he would sleep then find out what to do in the morning.


Garry needs to get out more... (I swear this isn't anything Yandere-like, she says making Garry look creepy) I'll try to put out a chapter every weekend just not this weekend since I have to work, hence the early chapter. Thank you for reading!