Hey guys! Here's a new chapter for ya! Enjoy! So I have decided that I will make multiple endings for this fanfic, just like the game kind of so yeah :) Don't worry I don't want to end this fanfic so soon. So we have a little bit to go :) Sorry for the wait on the update. Take it easy guys!

I was hot, I was burning probably because Garry was lying on me. I couldn't move, not that I really wanted to. I didn't remember how I found Garry but the only thing that mattered was that he was here with me, I had dreamed of this moment. I closed my eyes, my fingers gripping the fabric of his trench coat. I felt his hot breath on my face as he slept peacefully. After a few minutes of savoring the moment he woke up as he felt me stir.

"Ib!" He said in surprise, as he threw himself away from me. His face was red and he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry Ib, I shouldn't have been so close, I should have guessed that it may have made you uncomfortable." He shifted on his feet, I giggled at this. He didn't know the fact that I had been dreaming of him for all these years.

My simple little crush, grew into a complex thing. I didn't know how to tell him, but I guess I was just happy to be around him, I took ahold of his hand, my face feeling hot. I looked up into his eyes, feeling shivers down my spine. "It's not uncomfortable," I whispered stepping forward toward him. His eyes widened as his hand grabbed hold of my left forearm.

"Ib…" He coo'd. I felt my face get even hotter as he leaned down toward me. His face was just inches from mine, his eyes studying mine. I slowly stood on my tip toes to kiss him. Though I was interrupted by laughter and he was thrust away from me, from what looked like a huge shadow.

"WE WANT HIM BACK!" It sounded like a group of voices screamed. I hit the wall pain shooting through me. I cried out in pain.

"IB!" Garry shouted, as he started running though as he was running it looked as though he wasn't moving. I couldn't move, it hurt way to much. Something grabbed hold of my hair and yanked me up. I grit my teeth. I hung there limply and Garry stopped. In looking to whatever was holding me up by the hair I saw a pair of red eyes glaring down at me.

"Give him back. Give him back. GIVE HIM BACK!" It growled as I felt something sharp at my throat. I gasped from the coldness of the blade.

Garry stopped in his tracks. "Who?" He asked, his voice desperate.

"Our brother." The icy voices said. "He sacrificed himself for the likes of you now give him back." Garry fell to his knees.

"Don't hurt her and I will." He said in a monotone voice. He looked up his eyes full of rage. They threw me down and stepped on my head to keep me down. I heard Garry growl.

"How do I give him back?" He asked his voice wavering.

"Sacrifice yourself for him as he has done for you." The voices said grudgingly. My eyes widened.

"Garry… No you can't do it! Please don't leave me alone again." I cried trying to get up but the weight on me was too much.

"Ib… I… I… need you to be safe." He said keeping his eyes down. "Go on, I sacrifice myself." He said. I felt my heart drop and tears flow. I was about to lose him once again. No, this cannot be happening. The weight on me was lifted and the shadow took hold of Garry and enveloped him. Garry screamed out in pain. I ran to him and reached out to his hand.

"GARRY!" I screamed as I took ahold of his hand which turned to ash and dissolved through my fingers. I fell forward and all was quiet. Garry was gone, the shadow was gone and I was all alone. I felt my body shaking. There was nothing now, I had no fight in me. Garry was nothing but ash pile in front of me. My heart ached.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw a familiar smile. My eyes widened.

"Ib, what's wrong." A soothing voice said.

"Rin?" I said astonished. Where was he all this time? I couldn't remember anything at all really. I guess I put him at the back of my mind. "What are you doing here?" I asked wiping some tears away. He frowned.

"I have been trying to find you, Ib. I see that the dolls have killed Garry," He said kicking at the ash. I felt light headed and I just wanted to find Garry…

"The dolls?" I said. I wanted the sick feeling in my stomach to go away. I wanted Garry here not Rin.

"One of the dolls sacrificed itself to help Garry, because Garry was able to look past the appearance of the doll, and accept it." Thinking back, I remembered the angry red eyes that threatened to hurt me. It made me shake, Garry had sacrificed himself for me… Again…

I stood, my back to Rin, and my hair covering my eyes. "Rin, is there a way to bring him back?" I asked my voice pleading. He sighed shaking his head.

"He was turned to ash, he cannot come back." I closed my eyes. Garry was always there for me, protecting me, even when he was stuck in this world, he was stuck in my mind. Keeping me from ending my life with the hope of seeing him once again. But now, he was gone, I didn't get to tell him I loved him, or share a first kiss with him. There is no hope… None at all.

I turned to Rin, my fists balled up as I hugged him crying into his chest. What happened? Why was this happening and why couldn't I remember what had happened to Rin. I felt his arms around me, as he held me against him.

"Ib, lets get out of here. There is nothing that we can do. We need to leave him." He said in a soothing voice. I closed my eyes, following him.

IN THE REAL WORLD:

Ib's mother was tidying up around the house, for Ib's surprise party for when she came back. It had been an hour since she had left and she still had a lot of things to do. She had just entered Ib's tidy room to find that there wasn't much she could do there, although she had found a sketchbook that was sitting on her lonely daughters bed.

Filled with curiosity, Ib's mother opened the sketchbook and found all sorts of drawings, and as she was flipping through the pages, she found that Ib's artwork was getting better with each drawing. When she flipped to the last page, she was impressed. On the very last page, was a drawing of a man in a trench coat, with purple hair, the picture of the man looked as though he was sleeping peacefully up against a wall. But little did Ib's mother know, was that that was the last time Ib had seen Garry from the first visit to the gallery. Ib had drawn the image that was vividly burned on the back of her eyelids. Not knowing anything about the drawing Ib's mother set the sketchbook down, proud of her daughters artistic abilities. She left the room to get the rest of the house ready for the surprise party.

No hope, none at all… or so she thought.