CHAPTER 3
You put your hands on your hips.
"Garry, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not. If it makes you uneasy, it's better to go together right?" You say. Garry sighs, rubbing his temples.
"If that is seriously what you want..." He takes a deep breath and puts a hand on the doorknob. You see his hand shaking, and you put your hand over his. You smile at him, and he weakly smiles back. He gives his hand a twist, and you enter the room.
The room is a plain purple color, but that's not what makes you stumble backwards. The room is filled with dolls. Not just the one that had been following you, but rows and rows of them. Without thinking, you wrap yourself around Garry's arm, squeezing it tightly. You can feel him trembling, and you know that you are shaking too. The dolls are all staring at you, and as you begin to take a step forwards, the dolls turn a little to keep their eyes on you and Garry.
"T-there's a white p-paintball over there." Garry's voice is barely above a whisper. You look down the empty space the dolls left, and you see the last paintball sitting there. You tentatively take another step forwards. You notice a large blank frame above the paintball, and you look for a plaque but there is none. Garry reaches down and picks up the paintball, and it disappears in a moment. The dolls are still there, but their smiles seem wider and cruder than before.
"Let's get out of here." Garry says. You nod and walk with Garry to the door. You touch the doorknob and try to open it, but it doesn't budge. You try again, the knob getting colder with each passing moment.
"Garry..." You say, turning to him. His eyes widen, and he grabs the knob with both hands. I wished that it was just because you were weak that you couldn't open the door. You wished that Garry would try it and it would just swing open. But it didn't work that way. The door rattled, and Garry's knuckles were turning white. Suddenly, purple words appeared on the door.
"Let's have another treasure hunt... Who? Who? Who has the key?" You read. The room is plunged into a strange purple light, and you hear a bell gong.
"Shit!" Garry grabs the nearest doll and rips it's stomach open, a pebble falling to the floor. He moves onto the next one, and you begin to understand what he's doing. You reach for the next doll, and another gong sounds. A movement catches your eye by the empty frame, and you stare in horror as a creature begins to form. You scream, tearing open as many dolls as you can, the creature coming further and further out of the painting.
You feel tears clouding your vision, but you don't stop ripping the dolls apart. The creature is almost out of the painting, and you predict that in the next three gongs it will be upon you. You see a shine of silver in the doll you're holding, and you pull out the object. You drop the doll, running towards the door.
"Garry, I found the key! The key!" You shout. You stumble over mangled dolls, and you can hear your blood pounding in your ears. With shaking hands, you insert the key in the door, swinging it open. Garry is running out of the room, and you slam the door behind you just as you hear another gong. You continue running, even though you are out of the room. You keep running until you meet a wall, and you slump to the floor, weeping. You feel something warm cover your shoulders, and you recognize it as Garry's coat. It is comforting, but you don't remove your hands from your eyes. You feel two hands wrap around yours, slowly pulling them away from your face. Garry is crouching on the ground in front of you, staring into your eyes.
"(Y/N), It's going to be okay. As long as we're together, everything will be okay." Garry's voice soothes your nerves, and you slump into his shoulder, your energy spent. You don't even have time to blush as you close you eyes. The last thing you feel is strong arms around your waist.
When you wake up, something fuzzy and light purple is blocking your vision. You bring your hand up to it and try to push it away, confused. The purple fuzzy stuff starts to move, and you suddenly remember everything that has happened. And you realize what the purple fuzzy stuff was. You try to pretend you are asleep, but it's too late. Garry rolls over, staring at you with deep blue eyes.
"You awake now?" He says. You nod, not wanting to speak. He doesn't stop staring into your eyes, and you can't pull yourself away from his either. The blue seems to swirl the more you look into them, as if they are a separate world. He moves a little closer, propping himself up on his elbow. You blush a bit, but don't move away.
"Have you realized how beautiful your eyes are?" He says. You shake your head.
"Well, they should have. If you look deep enough..." He lifts your chin up with his hand, and you can't fathom what is about to happen.
"You can see your every emotion..." Suddenly, he closes the small amount of distance, claiming your lips. Your eyes widen in surprise, but he presses on. The kiss feels like he is testing the waters. Seeing how far you can go. You begin to kiss back, and it feels like the walls around you melt away. You break away for air, and he smiles.
"Do you... Feel the same?" He asks. You can tell he feels uncertain, and you smile.
"Isn't that obvious?" You see his eyes brighten, and he pulls you close, and into another kiss. He licks your bottom lip, and you gasp in surprise, allowing him entrance. His tongue roams in your mouth, touching all of the sensitive spots you did't know you had. You get the urge to start fighting his tongue, and you do. You battle for dominance, and Garry eventually grants you entrance. He tastes like fresh air, cool and refreshing. You smile against his lips, about to sink into oblivion. You hear a strange noise coming from beyond the door next to you, and you pause for a moment. This gallery has been too crazy for your liking.
"(Y/N), What's wrong?" Garry says. He's staring at your lips, obviously waiting for you to kiss again.
Continue kissing, go to chapter 8
Stop kissing and check out the noise, go to chapter 9