I stand up. Garry should be gone by now, but as a precaution, I decide to exit out through the only other door in the room. As I step out into the hallway, I see another door to my left and a mirror just a few feet in front of me. I turn right and make my way past another painting and the Milk Puzzle. I stop. I stare at the Milk Puzzle. Garry had explained to me about milk puzzles when we had first come here. He had been so nice and kind and helpful. And now… now he's chasing after me. He wants me to stay here forever. What happened to him?

I shake these thoughts from my head. I have to stay focused. I walk down the hallway and through a narrow passage. I find myself in another hallway. I continue walking until I come to path with two doors on either side. Aw man! Which one was it? Unsure, I open the one on the left. All around me are those creepy blue dolls. Wait, weren't there bunnies here before? Quickly, I leave the room and head into the room on the right.

Once inside, I realize that the room is brown instead of violet. I'm in the Brown area now. I make my way through the room, past all of the boxes and paint supplies. A sense of nostalgia hits me as I remember that I had come in here with Mary six years ago. I frown. I feel really bad for Mary, and I feel a little guilty for what I did to her, but it was something that I had to do. She had killed Garry - or at least I thought she did, until now - and she couldn't get away with that. I also couldn't let her live on and continually trap and hurt people in here. I'm sorry Mary. I just did what I had to. I hope you can forgive me, wherever you are.

I walk out of the room and find a snaking path with several small sets of stairs. I quickly walk past two windows, jumping as I can hear a light thump against them, as if someone had smacked the windows. I make my way past a clown painting and into a room. As I walk inside, I see a small gap in the floor, with a green painting laying on top. I step closer and I can see that the painting has a pair of eyes. The eyes look at me and I look back.

"Excuse me, but, can I pass over you?" I ask nervously. The painting looks at me as it blinks a few times. It then looks away from me and towards the other side of the room, where I can see a small box and another narrow passage. Looking back at me, it glares and refuses to let me pass. I frown. I wonder if Garry has been this way yet. Maybe he told this painting to not let me pass so that I can't continue. This thought sickens me. I hate to have to think that Garry would purposefully stop me from escaping, but it seems that that is what has happened.

Sighing, I carefully step onto the painting, while trying not to step on the eyes. I then quickly hop over onto the other side.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologize to the painting as I run off down the narrow passage.

I quickly make my way through the dimly lit hallway, as I remember that Mary and I had passed through here before. She had asked me about my parents, and she had even thought that Garry was my dad. She had also asked that if only two of us could escape the Fabricated World, which ones would I pick. I remember telling her that I would sacrifice myself, so that she and Garry could escape. She had then told me not to worry, that we would all escape. I frown. Unfortunately, only I had been able to get out.

Continuing on, I enter a large room with many doors. Oh no! I see Garry, stepping into a nearby room, calling my name. He's looking for me! Luckily, his back is facing me, so, as quickly and quietly as I can, I sprint into a small passageway and down a long set of stairs. As I walk, the stairs change from brown to pink, and as I step off and into a small path, everything looks like it was drawn by a child with crayon. The Sketchbook. I'm almost out.

I run through the small town-like drawings and into the center, where the Pink House is located. I pull on the handle, but it's locked. I sigh. The only place that I can think of that could have the key is the Toy Box. Walking north, I find the Plastic House. Luckily, it's unlocked, and I walk inside. Seeing the large, blue box just a few feet in front of me, I run up and jump inside. I land with a thud and look around. There are a ton of Garry's siblings around me, but they're not attacking. I'm relieved by this, but I soon become worried as I look down at my rose. The fall into the Toy Box had caused most of the petals to fall off. I stand up. Smiling awkwardly, I wave to all of the headless statues, mannequin heads, and blue dolls. They seem happy as I pass. Apparently, Garry hasn't made it this far, which means that he hasn't been able to tell the others that I had run away from him.

As I walk around the room, I finally find what I was looking for. I take the small, pink key and stuff it into a pocket in my dress. I wave once more to the others and quickly exit the room. Making my way down a short hallway, I see several blue petals. I freeze. This is where I had left Garry when Mary had killed him. Sorry, when I thought that Mary had killed him. I continue walking and come to a set of stairs. I walk up the stairs and into a small area. To my left is Mary's old room, and to my right is where I can go to exit. However, as I look at Mary's old room, I can't help but feel a little curious. What's in there now? If Mary is gone, does that mean that maybe this is Garry's room now? Maybe this is where his portrait is kept. I haven't seen it anywhere else. Maybe the portrait could help me somehow get him back to his normal self and we can escape together. It's a strange thought, and I'm probably wrong, but I walk in anyway.

Near the end of the room, is a series of paintings. There are tons of them! The canvases lean against the walls, or simply just lay on the ground. There are even a few fairly tall stacks of canvases, as well as many piles of art supplies like brushes, palettes, and paint. However, there is one painting that is hanging on the wall. My eyes widen. I can tell that this is Garry's portrait. After seeing it at the gallery before, I'm able to recognize it, even if Garry isn't in the painting.

Looking away from it for a moment, I stare at all of the other paintings. These are all different. I can tell that they weren't painted by Guertena, simply because of the use of the paint, the lighting and shading, and the pictures themselves. Every one of them has me in the picture, either alone, or with Garry. I'm smiling in all of them, and every painting has a happy vibe to it. Did Garry paint these? They're actually really good! But, why did he paint pictures of me? Did he miss me? I frown sadly. He missed me. I suddenly feel bad for running from him. He just wanted to see me again. He cared for me. He still cares for me. It's just that this place has driven him insane. I need to help him escape!

"Ib! Get out of here!" I jump as I whip my head around. Garry.

Here's another one in Ib's perspective! And ooh! Cliff hanger! Yay! You'll have to wait until the next chapter to see what's in store for Ib and Garry! Anyways, thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated!