Hey, i got hex the ninja asking meh to continue, so I decided to. POWER OF NINJASSSSSS Good job hex! ;)


Mary walked into her small drawn house, walking straight to her painting to see outside. outside, into the real world.

Her eyes saddened as she stared through the invisible wall.

She wanted to leave so badly.

If only she could.

She spotted a little girl her age waking around the corner. She had dark brown hair and deep velvet red eyes. She wore a white button shirt with a red ?

(honestly don't know, sorry.)

"...Ib?" Mary whispered.

She slammed her hands against the frames, pushing as hard as she laced her eyes as she stared at her old friend.

"ib! IB!" Mary screamed.

But no matter how hard she pushed, the frame wouldn't give in. A tall man, about the age of 25 possibly, walked from around the corner and looked up at Mary's painting.

Mary frowned, glaring back at the man.

Garry.

It had been about 5 years since they escaped, and they were both older now. Mary was exactly the same, being in the fabricated world, but she didn't care.

She screeched her fury, the hall ways of the gallery in the real world becoming dark.

All the other people disappeared around them, leaving Garry and Ib alone in front of mary's painting.

With a final scream, she struck her hands through the barrier and grabbed them, pulling them in with her.


Originally, I wasn't going to bring them back there, but if I didn't, this story would be pretty boring.