- Gary Ending -

Mary was looking more severely damaged than before. Her dress was in shreds. It looked like her long hair was forcefully grabbed and pulled many times and the results was ghastly. Her limbs and her neck had more cuts and they hung loosely. Her face was indescribable with deep scratches.

Ib realized that without her knife, she was almost powerless. She may have won the fight with a painting, but it was at great costs.

"What do you want?" Gary asked. "The roses." Mary said curtly. Gary blinked.

Mary looked at Ib. "I would like to have my knife back, is it with you Ib? If it is then that's okay." Her eyes shifted swiftly to Gary. "I'd tear you into pieces."

Ib immediately took a step forward. Don't threaten Gary, she wanted to say. But Gary smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Is this what you're looking for?" He said and held up a knife. Ib whirled around and she couldn't help but feel shocked at how her knife that was in her pocket before ended up in Gary's hand.

Mary growled. Ib stared at Gary, puzzled. "Gary?" She said.

"Your name is Ib?" Gary said to her. "I see, Ib. It's great knowing you." He twirled the knife easily before he lunged and impaled her.

Ib let out a small gasp and collapsed. Mary glared. "You're it aren't you." She said. Gary tilted his head and looked confused.

She scoffed. "I knew it. The door was a painting all along. When Gary came into contact with the knob, you were able to get through him. He's being possessed by you now."

"Cor-rect. Plus this body isn't too bad." Gary looked down at himself and smiled.

"But how dare you kill Ib." Mary was livid, gritting her teeth and glaring angrily. "What can you do now? You're broken, you can't win against me." Gary said calmly and moved towards her.

That was when Mary dropped to her knees, much to her surprise. She struggled to stay upright but it was a futile effort. She fell face-down and groaned.

She could barely lift her head and she was only at eye level with Gary's shoes. "Pathetic." She heard him say. She really wants to hurt him.

Mary summoned all her strength that she had left to turn her head and look at Ib's still body lying not far away. "Ib…" She was barely audible but it didn't matter.

Gary chuckled, breaking the silence. He turned and picked up a rose. "It's pretty." He said. A few minutes passed. Nothing happened.

"Boring." He mumbled as he let the rose fall down. It landed softly. Gary turned again and walked out of the door, smirking. Behind him, the rose was withering bit by bit.

Gary Ending: Bad