Again, I do not own any of these characters. I just wrote the fanfiction.
Ib and Garry reached the art museum. "Good, I thought there might have been a chance Guertena wanted his art back," Garry said somewhat worriedly. Ib nodded, though not quite understanding why this would be a problem. Garry opened the door, and a man in a blue bellhop uniform greeted them.
"Would you like some brochures?" he asked.
"No, thanks. Could you point out the Fabricated World painting for us? Or maybe the Abyss of the Deep display?" Garry asked. He forgot where it was at, it had been awhile.
"Would you like some brochures?" he asked again. Garry shook his head.
"Would you like some brochures?" he asked. His face had gone from a cheery smile to an angry frown. Garry shook his head and started to walk away. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME BROCHURES?" the man asked. His arm lighted up, and Garry fell forward. He was holding a blue rose, and started picking off petals. Lesions started to appear on Garry's body, and he grunted.
"NO!" Ib shouted. She kicked the man's shin, and stole the rose. She looked around, looking for something to put it in to heal it. A memory surfaced. "A vase!" she cried, and ran to the nearest one and put the rose in. It healed, and Garry was able to stand up. He walked over to the bellhop, still repeating the phrase, when Garry thought for a second. He picked up the vase, putting the rose in his jacket pocket, and splashed the man with the water.
"Graaaah!" the man shouted, seemingly melting. In seconds he was a puddle of color on the floor. Ib walked over to the puddle, and stared at it for a second.
"Worth a shot," Garry said. He looked at the vase; it refilled itself. "Ib, take this. Splash anything that comes near you. Do you understand?" Ib nodded, grabbing the vase. "If I remember correctly, we left through the painting called Fabricated World. Let's try to find it." He turned around, and took two steps.
"Eep!" Ib shouted, and Garry spun around. He looked and saw Ib falling into the puddle. The puddle had expanded, and started to look like the Lady in Blue. Two arms reached out, pulling Ib in. She saw Garry leap, but she had already been sucked in. She closed her eyes, and opened them again. She was in a blank room, with a single table with a red rose in it. She walked over towards it, and picked it up. She heard a scratching sound, and quickly spun about-face. Etched into the wall was a message, "THEIF. THEIF. YOU STOLE IT AGAIN." She got an eerie feeling, and walked over towards the writing. She put her hand on it when she heard a sound. She turned around, and saw a door. She opened it, and saw Garry smiling.
He grabbed her hand, telling her in a quiet voice, "Come with me. I found the way out." They started walking until he stopped. He pointed towards a painting, and peered at the description. "Fabricated World," he whispered. Ib looked closely too, and read the inscription. It read, "Tricked", and she looked up. The painting looked as though it was a jail cell.
"Ib," the painting whispered. "Ib, don't believe that man. That's not me. That's not Garry!" She whipped around, but felt two long cuts appear on her arms. The man was holding her rose, and pulled off a petal. The figure grinned evilly, and dropped the rose as it vanished into thin air.
"Whew," she whispered, putting her rose in the vase. Her wounds healed. She looked up at the painting, and poured the water on the painting. The bars melted, and a man leaped out. It was the real Garry. He smiled sadly, and ran to hug Ib. "It was real, all of it," she whispered. He nodded.
"Let's leave," he said, pointing towards the exit, as they started walking in that direction.
"Oh no," a voice whispered in the distance, "the show has just begun!"