A/N: Heyy yes I am still alive and still writing. So there's a couple things I wanna say here, first is that I'm actually writing an entire fanfic based off of the ending in chapter 8 (Left Behind), and it's called A Painting's Return. It's all planned out and everything, so it'll update fairly quickly. At this point, it's just proofreading. But yeah I recommend giving that a read! If you want, anyways, idk. Second is that this one shot is based off of the fan made ending Sacrifice in the "Green" Version of Ib that is now taken off of the internet at kouri's request. Sorry it's not a happy one for Mary, I'll work on that. Probably end up writing about Together Forever. Maybe something else as well. So yeah! Enjoy!

She had to find them. Before they got out. Before he got out. She ran through the toy box, her heart pumping faster and faster as she couldn't find them anywhere. She eventually gave up on finding them there, instead running for the exit, hoping that she wouldn't be too late. Time was running out. Through the door, downstairs, upstairs, around the corner and-

There they were, ready to leave her behind. She ran towards them as fast as she could.

"I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE!" She pulled out her pallet knife and lunged at Garry, but she screeched to a halt when Ib stepped in her way. Garry reached to pull her out of harm's way.

"Ib! Don't-!" But Mary was stopped, staring at Ib. She soon had to turn away so she couldn't see the look in her eyes. What had once been kind and friendly and happy was now so terribly, terribly sad. Mary hated it.

"Please get out of my way Ib. We're leaving together, and to do that…" She turned back and glared at Garry. "He has to stay here." Nothing moved. Mary stepped closer to Ib. "MOVE!" Ib simply looked down. Mary couldn't believe it. "Y… You…" She had finally found a real friend, and that friend didn't even want her. She dropped the pallet knife to the ground as tears welled in her eyes. "You'd really chose him over me, Ib?" She looked at Garry, the man who stole her friend from her, the man who was staring at them both with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. Ib pulled out her rose, calling Mary's attention back to her. He finally stepped forward.

"Ib?" He reached to put his hand on her shoulder, but she stepped away from both of them, staring intently at her rose.

"What are you doing?!" Mary was frozen to the spot. Ib reached her hand up and grabbed a petal.

"Stop! You'll hurt yourself!" Garry reached towards her. Mary couldn't make herself move; she could only stare in horror as Ib began tearing petals from her rose.

"IB!" She didn't even realize she had said anything for a minute as time stood still. There was one petal left on the rose. And Ib didn't touch it. She and Garry shared a glance of relief, which was cut short as Ib suddenly pushed them both backwards. Mary stumbled back and gave a short cry as she tripped over the edge of the painting, and fell in. As white consumed her vision, she saw a single rose petal fall to the ground.

Mary blinked open her eyes to see a different version of Fabricated World in front of her, depicting the gallery she lived in all her life. So they did get out. She felt someone at her side, and turned to see Garry next to her. His eyes were still closed, but they opened after a few moments. She stared at the floor, knowing what had happened.

"Odd, I don't recall what I was just doing…" She knew he wouldn't remember, but hearing it forced her to shut her eyes tight to keep tears in. Garry turned to her. "Hey!" He crouched down. "Are you alright, sis?" She didn't even realize she was sitting on her knees. How long had she been like that? She swallowed, and attempted to steady her voice.

"Garry, I don't feel too well…" She had to leave. She couldn't stay here. "Can we…" She stood up, her voice coming back. "…go home now?" Garry stood as well.

"Oh dear, we probably should." He held out his hand, and Mary took it. They began walking towards the exit, Mary purposefully not looking at any of the paintings. Garry broke the awkward silence between the two. "I heard one of the sculptures broke on the way here. A shame, really. You'd have loved it. It was a great big statue of a red rose." Mary's breath caught in her throat. "Don't worry, though. We can always come back here another time." He looked back at her and stopped when he saw the look on her face. "You look sad… Is something wrong?" She looked up at him. How could he not remember anything? Weren't the two of them inseparable? Ib was even going to leave with him, yet he couldn't- He was crouched in front of her again, reaching forward to wipe away a tear. She just shook her head.

"No, my… My…. Tummy hurts." Garry seemed relieved at this and stood back up.

"Poor Mary, I keep telling you to not get so excited when we're out." He seemed to think for a moment, then a grin grew on his face. "We could stop at a café on the way back. Would you like that?" Mary shook her head.

"I don't feel hungry." Garry's grin fell.

"Not your usual cheerful self at all, are you?" He turned away, and suddenly got a peculiar look on his face. He began walking towards a couple that were looking at the couch piece. Mary followed, and her heart jumped to her throat when she realized they were Ib's parents.

"…I don't know, this one doesn't make much sense to me." The man turned around to the apparent siblings behind him. "Hm? Is there a problem?" Garry suddenly seemed to realize how weird it was to just walk up and stare at people, and he hurriedly looked away.

"Ah, no, i-it's nothing… I just thought I'd seen you two somewhere before…" The man chuckled.

"Don't worry, I get that a lot." Mary noticed the woman glance at her.

"Oh, is this your sister?" Mary stared at the ground again. "Ah, there's no need to be shy, dear." Garry laughed.

"Don't get the wrong idea, she's usually a real troublemaker!" The man laughed at this.

"Ha, I bet she is!" His smile faded, but only slightly. "Actually, we once thought about having a kid."

"We just never really got around to it." Mary had to work to keep her eyes from watering. They did get around to it. They had a daughter. They had a daughter who was nine years old, who loved bunnies, whose name was Ib, who cared about both of her friends enough that she sacrificed herself so neither would have to stay behind. Garry sighed.

"Eh, I'll bet it's hard work." Not with her. Not with Ib. She was the most gentle, kind person Mary had ever met. Mary realized she had tears rolling down her cheeks. They had to leave before she lost it.

"P-please Garry…" All three adults looked at her, and the mother- but she wasn't a mother any more, was she? The woman bent down, concern on her face.

"Oh my! What's wrong?" Mary couldn't speak. Not without bawling. Fortunately, Garry came to her rescue.

"Well, she feels sick." The woman tutted.

"Poor thing." She reached into her purse. "Here, dry your eyes." Mary's eyes widened when she saw what she was being offered.

"…A handkerchief?" She slowly reached out and took it to be polite, and wiped her eyes. Garry put his hand on her back.

"Sorry about this, I'll just be taking her home now." The man looked at his watch.

"Come to think of it, we'd better be going too." The woman stood back up straight.

"Ah, yes! Can't be late!" They started to walk off, and the woman turned back to Mary. "You keep that handkerchief safe in your pocket, okay?" She smiled. "Don't lose it!" Then they were gone. Garry patted her back.

"They were nice, weren't they, Mary?" She didn't reply. Garry sighed, then took her hand and started to lead her again. They reached the stairs leading to the first floor when Garry suddenly stopped. "Hmmm…" She looked up at him to see him staring at something. A painting. "I don't believe I've seen that painting before… It seems familiar, but…" He turned to her. "What do you think, Mary?" She turned to look at it as well, and her stomach dropped. It was Ib, tangled in rose vines, with her eyes closed and tears sliding down her face, yet she was wearing a small smile. Mary walked closer to read the title through blurry vision. Goodbye. She collapsed on her knees and burst into tears, unable to stop the sobs as Garry stood behind her in shock, not knowing what to do. He eventually decided to at least kneel down beside her and rub her back, and when he did, he thought he heard her saying something, but he wasn't quite sure. When he did decipher what she was saying, a sadness welled up in his chest that he couldn't quite explain, nor was he sure why it was there in the first place. After all, it was just a name that he didn't even know.

"Ib…!"