Author's Note: Thank you once again for continuing to read my story (i apologise for the wait for this new chapter) and i'm proud to present chapter 9(b), the true or 'good' turnout of the Yellow Door! I hope you've enjoyed reading my story, and i hope you continue to do so! Thank you!
After a moment, the brunette teen sighed, nervous and frustrated. "It…..It's locked." She said, her voice shaky, as if it might crack at any moment. The two began to search for a key, or any means to break the door down. Scores of the creepy dolls stared at no point in the particular, mouths set in manic smiles, revealing designs of sharp teeth. It seemed almost as if they were watching the pair, anticipating what would happen next. Ib searched amongst the rows of dolls, for perhaps a switch, or some sort of switch. Still, no matter where she looked, it seemed that the room was keyless. This was similar to the place she'd found Garry, when he was in hysterics, and she took a quick look to him, wondering how he was fairing.
Like her, Garry was searching, looking for cracks in the walls, or weak spots in the door that would give them a chance at escape. Turning to observe the rest of the room once again, his eyes fell on the painting, as he walked toward it. As he searched it for any clues, he froze, noticing a familiar silvery hued ball, clutched in the claws of the giant dolls eerie blue form. Eyes wide, Garry took a step back, understanding what was going on. "Oh no, not this again…." He muttered frantically, looking to Ib. She'd stepped toward him, her expression worried and confused. "Garry? Is something wrong? Is it because of what happened last-" she was clearly concerned, but she silenced as the two of them heard what sounded to be giggling from nowhere in particular, followed by a peculiar sound of something dripping near the door.
The two of them turned their attention to the door, quickly noticing large letters scribbled messily on the yellow door in an odd grayish hue, merely stating 'SHALL WE PLAY AGAIN~~~?' it asked, as the light above the two flickered, dimming to the point where it was quite a challenge to see. Startled, the two turned, and Ib let out a squeak of surprise, as the giant painting 'doll's eyes began to glow a blood red, it's fingers beginning to twitch. Closing her eyes, Ib tried to think of what they could do, how they could escape, before the beast got to them. Taking another quick look around, she saw a small crack in the door's wood. Despite knowing that she wouldn't be able to do much with her lack of physical strength, she ran at the door, slamming into it with all of her weight.
Ignoring the pain, she took a few steps back, running at it again. Both times, the door had given a slight 'creak' in reply, but it hadn't budged. Frantic, she turned to the giant doll, hoping it hadn't moved much, and that she still had time. Garry was throwing whatever he could, as the giant beast began to move, exiting the painting. The sound of giggling had reappeared, and was getting louder, now almost deafening. The beast opened and closed its giant jaws, knife-like teeth clacking together with each movement. Running over to Garry, Ib joined in, throwing dolls and pieces of furniture, oblivious to the think reddish substance that oozed from each of the ripped up dolls. With each doll that was broken, the larger beast seemed to wince, almost pained by their destruction, and the sound of laughter dimmed.
As more were ripped up, the painting's fingers unclenched, and the orb of metallic paint rolled into the hands of Garry, who looked at it. Paint oozed onto his fingers as the orb began to melt away, revealing a key, embellished with a yellowy stone. Noticing this, the large doll began to move towards him, claws and teeth aimed to strike. Running toward the door, Garry looked behind him, seeing Ib following him closely. Quickly, he slipped the key into the lock, his hands shaking as he turned the key and knob. A tiny groan was released from the door, and it opened, the two ran out the door, shutting and locking the door from the outside. The laughing had died away, and after a moment, all Ib heard was silence.
Releasing the breath she'd held, the thin girl began to calm down a bit, thankful that they'd escaped in time. Looking to the pale man next to her, she smiled, seeing he was unharmed. "I'm glad you're okay." She said, and Garry smiled, nodding, saying his reply after a moment "I'm thankful you are too." For a moment, the two merely sat there, calming down and preparing for what could lie ahead. Ib began to realize once again how unsafe this world could be, and she found herself on edge, preparing for something else to appear. After a few moments, a giant 'CRASH!' came from behind the yellow door, Ib jumped, and Garry turned to the door, prepared for the giant doll to break through and return to pursuing them. Yet despite their thoughts, the door stayed locked, and silence once again surrounded them. "Um...let's not go back in there." Garry said, pointing nervously to the door in question, Ib quickly nodding without a second thought.