A/N: I was actually going to wait another week or so to upload, but I can't wait... So here, have this chapter and be happy...
Disclaimer: I do not own Ib.

Chapter 3

"Garry!" Ib exclaimed as she ran into the man's arms.

"Whoa, Ib, settle down." He chuckled and returned her embrace.

"I... I thought you were dead..." She sobbed into his shirt.

He placed a comforting had on her head, "But I'm not, see... I'm right here... So stop crying and smile for me, won't you?" She looked at him in the eye. "I'm all right." He reassured.

She wanted to stay like that for longer. To be completely sure that he wasn't hurt. But he soon moved away to look at the broken painting. "So... This was Mary's painting?" He asked. Ib nodded sadly. "Did you do this?" She nodded again. He turned to her again, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." She didn't reply.

He walked over to the pile of ash and picked up the palette knife that was laying there. "Maybe we could use this to defend ourselves... Y'know. In case there are others like Mary in here. It's good to be on the safe side." He put it in his pocket. "So I'll just hang onto this." Then him and Ib held hands and left the area.

Outside, Layla and Cecil were found sitting under one of the drawn trees of the sketchbook. As soon as they say Ib, the sprang up and ran to her.

"Hey!" Garry exclaimed, bringing out the knife and holding out in front of him and Ib, stopping the other two from getting too close.

Their eyes widened in fear, thinking their necks were about to get slashed. Ib reached out her hand and placed it on Garry's. He looked at he confusedly.

"These are my friends." She explained.

"Oh..." He sighed, sounding still a little confused. "Good, I thought we were already facing TWO more Marys..." The thought of her two friends receiving the same fate as Mary made Ib want to cry.

"Don't say that..." she said quietly.

"... ... ... Ib... Who is this guy...?" Cecil asked, finally able to speak.

Ib took a step forward. "Garry, these are my friends, Cecil and Layla. Guys, this is Garry. He was one of the people who helped me last time." Garry bowed slightly to them an they waved, still a little wary.

"Now that there's no confusion, let's find a way out!" Garry said, leading the group off in some direction.

Ib say that they were coming up to the little pink house when she remembered something. "Hey, Garry." She said, making them stop. She reached into her pocket. But instead of grabbing what she wanted, her finger touched one of the petals they had picked up earlier. Her eyes widened with realization, 'This can't be the real Garry. The rose still has no petals.' She remembered the fake Garry that came to her before she leaped into the painting last time. This must be the same one.

"Uhm. Never mind." She said, nervously. He shrugged and continued. While he wasn't looking, she pulled her two friends close and whispered in their ears as they walked at a slower pace, "I. Don't think that's the real Garry." They looked at her weirdly so she explained, " Last time I was here, before I left, a fake Garry appeared. I think it's the same one." She pulled out the rose stalk, "This is proof. It used to be Garry's. Since he's here, completely fine, it's obvious that he isn't the real one!"

"S-so what do we do?" Cecil asked.

"We'll have to run when we get the chance."

The three followed the fake for a while. Out of the scrapbook area and through many rooms. Funny how with 'Garry' nothing ever came out to chase them. This confirmed Ib's suspicions.

Finally they came to a room that was filled with a bunch of random sculptures that they had never seen before. The things were so close together, the room was like a small twisted maze.

'This would be a good place to lose him' Ib thought. The trio looked at each other and nodded. They were ready to do this. Right when the fake Garry walked past a wooden statue, they combined their strengths to tip it over and fall to the ground, creating a barricade between them and the fake.

Quickly they ran in a different direction, hoping there was more than one way out of here. When they thought they were safe for a moment, they stopped to catch their breath.

Suddenly, a mannequin came alive and chased them back the way they came. "This isn't good." Layla stated the obvious. Soon, they were face to face with 'Garry', again.

"Ib, why are you running?" He said, "There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Said girl stepped forward, "You MAY look like Garry, talk like Garry, and act like Garry, but you're NOT him!" She shouted charging at him and pushing him to the ground so that they could hop around him and escape.

They ran and ran and ran until their legs hurt and lungs felt like they were burning. They found a room that seemed mannequin and picture free. Ib locked the door and slid herself down with her back up against it. She looked around the room that they were now in. There weren't any paintings or mannequins, so this ensured their safety. Cecil plopped down on a white and red couch pushed to the wall to her left. Next to that was a small table with ne of the familiar vases. Across from her was a bunch of tall bookshelves. Some that faced her and a line of shorter ones across form them that created a bit of a path between them. Layla went between them and disappeared out of Ib's view, probably laying on the ground.

"Everyone... All right?" Cecil asked. Ib nodded and Layla put up a thumb. Good. "So..." He started to say, "Do you think there's a real Garry in here somewhere?"

"I hope..." Ib answered. She got up and placed the rose stem into the vase,watching as it slowly returned to a full bloom with all its petals. She wasn't too worried about there not being any water left now, because none of them really needed it.

She noticed that Cecil was now staring at her in awe. "How did it do that?! It was dead, but now-...!"

"The vases heal the roses." She explained vaguely. But he seemed to understand.

Once they felt like they had rested up enough, they decided to head out and look for another exit.

A/N: I came up with another idea for and Ib fanfic. It'd take place after the ending Ib all alone. Specifically the one where Garry is in the other world after you gave him the handkercheif. Basically after sometime, he remembers Ib and goes back in to save her. There would be some other OCs, probably. Maybe just one. Not sure. (Because for some reason, I really like OCs.) Still don't know where it'd lead off to, but it's just an idea. Let me know what you think and... I dunno... Stuff...