A Black Market

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you SO much for the reviews!

Thank you for the views, too!

Anyway, I forgot some details last time. "The Forgotten Horrors" is wearing a dress, and "The Forgotten Memory" has only one sleeve on hers. They're all tank top dresses.

Sorry about that.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 3- Beauty is a Beast

Mary walked steadily down the dark path, both the walls and floor an opaque obsidian colour. This was new she thought to herself. I don't remember a black set of rooms. As she tried understanding the situation more, she found herself turn a corner.

"Well, look who it is."

Mary jolted and turned to see, that it was none other than…

"GARRY? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

"You did. Trapping me here for so long…"

"Yeah, I know. But what's with the retarded getup? And why is this place so different?"

Garry fixed his tux. "It matches my portrait. Have you had a look at yourself?"

Mary looked down. He was right; she was wearing the dress from "The Forgotten Horrors", the painting based off of her. "And as for the new room," Mary looked up at Garry again.

"I added some new rooms. This is my world after all."

Mary froze. His world? But what about her? She ruled this place before, and Garry just couldn't take over. "Oh no it's not. "

"Oh? And who's gonna stop me? You and "Mentally Challenged" Ib? Mary froze. This couldn't be right. "Ib's not here. I made sure of that."

"Well you did a horrible job. She's going into the "Abyss of the Deep" painting as we speak." He then showed a clip of what was happening, and it was true. She jumped in as if it was nothing, and sank clear out of sight. All was then quiet. "How…how did she…" "I sent a message through the paintings. It was subconscious, so she had no clue. Now she's here with us." And with that, Garry smiled a malicious smile, one only prone to pure madness. And that's when Mary realized he was gone. This wasn't the Garry she had met seven years ago. No, this one had no sense of humanity or sanity. This dark room killed it. So Mary clenched her fist, on the verge of tears. "My name is Mary Guertena, and I always get what I want. So listen to this Garry. I will get Ib and me out of here. She will not remember a thing, nor will she need to. Because I will be here for her, protecting her from whatever you have become. I always get what I want, Garry," she stomped the floor, and the place began to rumble. Garry raised an eyebrow. "BECAUSE I RULE THIS WORLD GARRY, NOT YOU. NOR WILL IT EVER BE YOU. SO JUST DIE ALREADY!" Mary was crying at this point, face red from anger. Garry just laughed in her face. "You can try, Mary. But it's not completely true, what you said. You used to rule this world. Now you don't. Because you left with Ib, and 'killed' me. But now," Garry spread his arms out wide. "I rule this world. And I will not let you get away." He sneered at the short girl in front of him. "We'll see who get's Ib's heart in the end." And with that, he disappeared, laughing the whole time. Mary took a breath, and continued on. No point in staying here, so how to get out?

Ib woke up in the strangest position. It was a position almost like she was sleeping, or dead maybe. Ib shuddered and quickly stood up. That pose was waaaay too unsettling. She brushed the dust off her red skirt and looked around. This place…was too familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue…ah ha! Her dreams! Ib patted herself on the back for her good thinking, only to realize…this place was real. That had to mean that everything else from her dreams were real too, right? She smiled a smile of pure joy and excitement, as she walked first to the right. On the walls it repeated RETURN over and over and over again. Ib was not the slightest bit unsettled, and walked to the end. In a vase was a bright red rose, gleaming with fresh water on the petals. She counted the petals, figuring out there were 10 in total. Not bad. As she picked it up, she felt another burning sensation in her head, and clutched it. An image flashed in her head. It was her, just running through the corridors, with something shouting "THIEF!" Of course, she had been younger in this image, probably around 10, so she couldn't do anything. Now, she could just slice them up. She took the rose and put it behind her ear, and pushed the little table out of the way. It broke on contact with her hand. Ib sighed and opened the door. In it was a lady in a painting, just smiling. Ib groaned at her happiness. She took out her knife and carved a frown into the lady's face. She then picked up the key below her feet, only to look up and notice the painting was crying because of its wound. "Suck it up," said Ib, and she walked out the door. This time, instead of thief, the word MURDERER popped up everywhere. She heard frightened whispers repeating the word several times over. Ib smiled calmly, and continued on her way. She passed the part of the hallway where the stairway was. Except there was no staircase. She blinked a couple times, staring at the plank wall in front of her.

Then she continued on, reaching the locked door, and unlocked it calmly. She entered a bright green room, with a fork in the road. There were paintings on the right side, and another hallway going straight ahead. She was about to go to the right, when she heard a faint "Hello!" from under her. She looked down, and noticed a tiny ant. "Hello Mr. Ant," Ib said cheerily. "What's up?" "My painting is down that hallway, and I would like someone to show it to me. Do you mind?" Ib blinked. Couldn't he just walk? But then, another burning sensation fell upon her, and she remembered the black hands. Ib smirked. "Sure, it's no problem!" She stood up, and slowly walked down the hallway. Her hand clutched the knife in her pocket, and she slowly pulled it out as she slowly walked down the hall. And the second the first hand came out…bam. Blood splattered everywhere as she ripped and cut apart the hands that reached to kill her. After the first two were completely demolished, the others tried to escape through the wall, but none escaped her wrath and greed. Once she finished, she wiped the blood off her hands on the wall, and tried her best to avoid dirtying her shoes and tights more than she already had. She let herself sigh at the wonderful job she did, and walked over to the ant painting. On the other side of the hall, the ant cowered, and gulped in fear of the girl. She walked back with the painting in her hand, and noticed on the ground a red petal. The flower must've lost a petal in the ruckus. Ib thought. I don't think that's good. She walked over to the ant with a bright smile and showed him his painting. 'T-th-a-ank-ks…" the ant said, absolutely mortified. "D-do wh-hat y-you need-d with th-he pai-in-ting." Ib smiled and walked away. She gazed at the paintings of the bugs, a ladybug, a butterfly, a spider, and a bee. Afterwards, she passed a set of paintings titled "Prologue", "First Chapter", "Final Chapter", and then a door.

When she entered the room, there was nothing, except a giant gap. Ib sighed. "How the hell'm I supposed to get to the other side?" She gazed around the room, and noticed the painting was greener on the other side. She realized the stupid joke in there and sarcastically laughed. But then she realized; she still had the ant painting! So she placed it on the gap, and walked over it, although it was then covered in blood. She sighed at the even stupider joke there. Then, she entered the next room, to find it a tiny room with a painting, a sculpture (which reminded her of a Power Ranger) and a key. She ran over to get the key, but first looked at the painting. It was titled "Epilogue", and she was very pleased with it. Damn butterflies. Especially since this one was yellow, her absolute LEAST favorite color. She then bent down and picked up the key, and walked away, until she heard a creek. Ib turned around, only to find that the Power Ranger Thing (PRT as she decided to call them) had come to life. And was inching closer. She backed up until the PRT lunged to her, causing her to burst through the door and run across the painting. Before she did, she noticed the paint was greener on the other side. Oh gee. After she crossed successfully, she grabbed her knife and prepared to fight, only to be disappointed as it fell through the painting into a black corridor. Whoever's down there is not going to have fun, she thought, as she heard a scream. It was Mary's; that she was positive of. It was also the main reason she did not go down to save her. "Oh well," Ib chuckled and continued down. She passed through the hallway once again, but she didn't see the ant. Probably got scared and ran away Ib thought. She passed the grotesque remains of the hands, and unlocked the green door. She then entered another room, a must yellow colour. "Isat a cat?" Ib gasped.

Mary ran as fast as she could. At this point she felt sorry for Ib, having to deal with these mannequins. She did not like being the victim of her own tricks.

A/N: and chapter 3, done! Please leave a review to tell me how it is and what I need to improve on. Thanks for everything, and I'll try and get the next chapter out ASAP!