Disclaimer: I do not own Ib
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"Ib!" Gary shouted from inside the painting. He kneeled down, reaching his hand out to her. "Don't be afraid, I'll help you through."
Ib clutched her rose, her eyes flashing from her new friend to her mother.
"Ib!" Mother snapped as Gary once again said her name. The look on her face was positively furious. "You know you're not supposed to go with strangers! Now, come with me and we'll find your father."
Ib flinched but shook her head, her breath hitching as her mother began stepping closer. Every instinct inside her screamed to do as she'd said, but-
Who had accompanied her through the Gallery? Who had cared for her to the best of his ability during that time? And in this crazy place, who was likelier to be real?
Well. That was it, then.
Turning away from the angry woman, Ib ignored the twinge in her chest as she grabbed Gary's hand and jumped into the painting with him. The frame's glass reappeared with a soft click, preventing anything else from entering.
The hallway fell silent and its lights dimmed as the female illusion faded away. The game was over.
Ib and Gary's souls were now part of the Fabricated World painting.
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading this fic!
I really didn't mean to write another chapter for this, but the idea for it just popped into my head and wouldn't go away. I'm not so sure about the way I've written it, though. If you could, would you please tell me what you think of it? Or how it might be improved?