Disclaimer: Me no own Ib... -tries not to cry- but I do own any poems or songs unless stated otherwise.

Note: There are some OCs, 'cause the Ib cast is very small.

In art the best is good enough.

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Flickering bulbs, lit in rows lead the way to abysmal slumber. Shadows draw closer, curtains to shows unseen, shows of monstrous freaks or weeping angels whom never sleep. Small pitter patters echo round, flinging longer shadows onto doors. Dark shades bristle the edges, growing brighter, darker, larger by the step. Whispering faintly is the void, ghosting gently behind, seeing with eyes unclouded, glassy white, opaque orbs.

Vermilion drops bleed through, dripping from the cup of fate. Love lay bleeding, needing, a greedy little thing. It sucks the bones dry, yearning for more. It stalks, twitching and mangled, rotten teeth covered in brown liquid rust drip from its unhinged jaw. It's distorted face has no eyes, only abysmal pools of coal, staring at everything...yet nothing at all.

Cracks echoed loudly down the hall, a hazy blur rapidly moves, a twisting grueling nose of a putrid color lifts and gives a loud snuff, followed by a few more. Rotten teeth behind cracked lips split into a gnarled, ghastly smile. There is a blur, a flicker of light fixtures, and then nothing.

Out of sight, out of mind, but crawling near the edge of realms only heard of in the land of the dead.

Amelia proudly stepped forwards, her shoes making small thumps against the carpeted floor the colour of wine. Ib stood just to the side of her, partly behind. Standing on Ib's other side was Garry, who was throwing cautious glances to and from, waiting for something to pop out at them. Amelia stalked towards the corner, slinking along the side of the wall. Carefully, she peered around the edge and lifted the tome with both hands so that it was open.

All was silent for just a moment before she let out a loud battle cry and pounced upon some black stick figures who had doodled on the floor. They jumped in surprise at the intrusion, some taking flight while others stood stock still. Amelia landed on the floor, as if she were a baseball player trying to catch a ball, and slammed the heavy book on top of her little victims. She hurried to her knees and slammed the book multiple times on any of the figures that dared draw near to her.

Only a few managed to escape down the corridor, followed by a door slamming shut. Amelia got to her feet and brushed some invisible dust off her skirt with one hand. She opened the book and glanced at it, smiling, before holding it up like a prize.

"Only a few more to go!" She smiled brightly and turned back around to continue onwards when she suddenly froze up. Curious, Garry and Ib edged closer to her and took notice of a lone red stick person just a few feet from Amelia.

The two thought back, remembering that the red stick figures weren't like the black ones. They're more dangerous and won't go back into the book. They, realizing the danger, stayed very still to see what would happen.

The red-figure gave a squeaky, shrill chuckle that made dread blossom in all three of their chests. The little thing put one of its small, thin red feet forwards and drew a red line and then another. Another. Another. Another.

Amelia backed up, bumping into Ib before grabbing their hands and bolting down another hallway.

"Why are we running?" Garry called out, surpassing Amelia's stride with his longer legs. The girl pouted at this, but then got over it, "Because those things are pure frickin' evil! When they draw with their bodies it's time to book it, duh!"

"What do you mean?" Ib asked, her voice calmer, but a bit forced due to the uneven pace she was going at.

They reached an intersection just as a shrill giggle cackled closer to them. Ib and Amelia went left while Garry kept on going straight. They had just noticed they were splitting up when a large gale filled the hall in between them. Ib and Amelia covered their eyes from the rough winds, skirts flapping around them.

"Hey, we'll meet up again!" Amelia screamed out, her voice muffled by the wind, but Garry heard.

"Be careful you two!"

Ib wanted to return the warning back to him, but Amelia was already dragging her down the hall as the gale picked up speed. All she could do was glance back, catching a glimpse of Garry's retreating back before he disappeared from her line of sight. An ache blossomed in her chest, something that made her stomach drop painfully, but also nostalgia, as if she had experienced this before.

The crazy running ceased some time later once they could no longer hear the falsetto laughs of a deranged red stick figure. Ib panted as she leaned against her knees, Amelia leaned against the golden wallpaper and tried to even out her breaths, her thoracic cavity pulsating as were nearly every muscle in her legs. She let out a small half laugh, half sigh before slumping to the floor and taking out her rose, surprised it hadn't fallen during the run, but a few petals were missing.

Ib took out her own rose, ruby-red, and noticed four missing from it. She sighed inwardly, her suspicions further proven by the recent events. For each injury a petal would disappear and only those strange vases could be counted upon to restore them to their formerly healthy condition. She mentally counted the incidents in which would cause her rose to lose petals. She cringed at the memory of Carrie's body and all the petals she had lost while trapped in the demented storybook.

"Hey, Ib, I think this hallway might loop around back to wherever Garry may be," Ib looked over at Amelia who was staring at something down the hall, "I think I came through one of these doors when I followed you guys earlier."

Ib merely nodded, still feeling tired from the long run. She trailed Amelia down the hallway, glancing at paintings that dotted the walls here and there. The brunette looked at Amelia, noticing how quiet the other girl was being. That wasn't right, Amelia would normally be trying to diffuse the tension with some sort of rant or antic. Well, at least that is what Ib had observed.

They paused at a few doors and tried the locks, but they didn't budge an inch. Amelia started to hum lightly, glancing around for any clue on just how to get into any of the rooms. Her eyes spotted a table further down and she hurried over to it, opening its single drawer and taking out a strange gem the colour of onyx.

"Woa, this is really pretty!" Amelia turned to show it to Ib. The brunette assessed the stone before something akin to realization dawned upon her. "I think that's the key."

The other girl gave her a quizzical look, "What do you mean?"

Ib backtracked them to a shimmering granite door that hadn't a door knob. However, at the top of the door was a small circular indentation deep enough for a stone to fit in. Amelia gaped, unsure of how she had missed that! It was shiny and eye-catching! She glanced down at the stone and lifted herself up on her tip-toes, but fell short by a few inches.

"Hey, climb up on my shoulders and put this in." Ib looked over at Amelia in surprise, her eyebrows slightly lifted in both surprise and hesitation.

She gave her a reassuring smile and leaned down, "Don't worry! I won't drop you, promise." She held out her pinky and locked it with Ib's to validate her promise before leaning back down, "Now hurry up, kay?"

Ib took the gem from her and hesitantly stepped on her shoulders,her hands climbing the walls as Amelia slowly stood up to her full height. "Wow, you really aren't all that heavy!" Ib blushed at the compliment as she unsteadily reached up to place the stone in the hole. It slid into place with a soft click.

The granite door rumbled, causing Amelia to nearly drop Ib before hurrying to let her down. They held to each other as the room quaked. Bits of the ceiling flaked off, raining down on the two. A larger part smashed down, thwacking Amelia in the head before cracking in half and landing on the floor.

Once the shaking stopped Ib quickly evaluated Amelia, noticing another three green petals on the ground. Her eyebrows scrunched in worry at this before locking eyes with Amelia who had her mouth hanging open as she stared at something behind her. Ib turned her head to see and was relatively surprised to see the granite door was now gone, leaving a large black hole in its stead.

After a few moments of brief discussion they walked into the opening, ducking low after Amelia smashed her forehead against the drooping ceiling. She rubbed her forehead as they walked through the cavern, "They should really have some warning signs! Hey, Ib, did I ever tell you about the time I saw a real ghost?"

"No, I don't believe so."

Amelia clapped her hands in the dim lighting, "Well, it happened when I was around twelve and I had gone on a school camping trip, I think. Anyway, while there we happened to overhear about this haunted cavern deep in the woods. The story goes something like this: In a busy town there once was a young upper class woman who had just stormed from her house due to a fight with some of her family. She went into the forest to calm down and so that no one would see her cry. As she sat against an oak she suddenly heard footsteps draw closer to her. When she glanced up from between her arms she saw a man wearing a strange noh mask on his face. He stood not far off and once noticed he stepped forwards and started to juggle, but dropped the balls on his head. Next, he broke into some type of mime like stunts, before presenting the girl a flower. At that moment she had smiled, her tears forgotten.

"For many months the girl would religiously watch him perform on the streets for pedestrians, always laughing at his antics and how he made others laugh too, and he was her distraction from home life. Suitors had flocked to her home, wanting to marry her and take her away, but she turned most of them down. However, one was stubborn and refused to back off. He happened to follow her into town and noticed her longing gaze directed at the masked man. He was furious and stormed off to gather more information."

Amelia paused, and Ib waited for her to continue.

"He found out that the masked stranger worked at a circus permanently located in the cavern due to the atmosphere and mystery it presented. He followed the girl there and then snuck backstage. Just as the masked boy was crossing the highwire he cut the cords keeping it taut, and the masked boy fell."

"What happened to him?" Ib asked, but knew the story wouldn't be having a happy ending.

"He hit the ground and the woman sprang forwards and cradled him in her arms. The mask had come off during the fall and he was smiling at her with his eyes closed. Her tears dripped onto his face and he opened his eyes as he realized she was crying over him. He whispered a string of sentences to her before smiling again, his eyes closing shut. They say the circus was closed down after and the woman killed herself a week later, wanting to be with him again."

"Pierrot." The two girls whipped around in surprise at the sudden voice. The lights had grown dimmer and dimmer the further they walked in, making the newcomer nearly invisible to their eyes, but they recognized that voice.

"Luno, what in blazin' hell are you doing here?" Amelia exclaimed, throwing an accusatory finger at him in both surprise and disbelief, her story long forgotten. She even turned to Ib to make sure she wasn't delusional.

The blonde's eye roll was lost to Amelia in the dark, "I followed you down the hall. Mind explaining where the heck we are? Wasn't Garry with you?"

"We're in what might be another plane, like in those weird sci-fi movies and we're looking for Kate, remember her?"

"I never forgot her."

"Wah, then why didn't you say anything earlier when the others were denying her existence?!" Amelia stomped her foot indignantly. Luno shrugged, "I hadn't deemed it necessary at the time."

Luno turned to Ib, "You and Garry have been here before I presume?"

Ib nodded, "What do you think this place is then?"

"It may be another place created to exist within our own, the doors we came from acting as a portal." Ib stated, but Amelia stopped her from saying anymore by pulling her to her side.

"How do we know you're really Luno and not some imposter?"

Luno seemed surprised at her doubt, but then seemed to give her a tiny smile, "That's very wise of you to be suspicious of me. However, I am not an imposter," he paused only a few seconds before continuing, "We met through Liam during dinner when you walked into the men's bathroom by mistake, you then hit it off with my sister and thus became a constant during my breakfast, lunch, and even dinner hours regardless if my sister is there or not. You also sent Ib to the infirmary on her first day, throw food at Dmitri, and-"

"You can stop now!" Amelia yelled, covering his mouth with both her hands to shut him up, "I get it, it's you! Sheesh, you don't have to blab my life story or what colour underwear I'm wearing!"

"Blue."

Amelia paused, eyes wide before jumping back, "How the hell did you know?"

Ib watched the two bicker back and forth, noting that it was lighter than the fights Amelia and Dmitri got into. These were lighter jabs centered around their long presence in the other's life, even if that means that Luno knew Amelia's underwear colour simply due to "intuition" as he put it. Ib smiled at them, letting out a small laugh.

The two stopped and looked over at her, somewhat surprised at that fact that Ib had giggled. Never before had she done it in their presence. "Awe, you have a cute little laugh!" Amelia swamped her in a hug, obsessing over her "baby." Ib blushed at this, but didn't move. Luno casted her an amused look, "You should laugh more. Though I can see how Amelia's antics would become rather bland after some time."

"Half-bun!"

He raised a delicate pale brow, "Name calling, really?"

"So do you use conditioner on those beautiful curls?"

"Yes, evidently more than you do for yours."

Amelia laughed, "Do you like your hair long all over or just on your head?"

Luno gave another half smile, which was still invisible due to the ever dimming lighting. "Where is your other party member?"

"We were separated," Ib stated. Amelia took over explaining about the stick figures given that she knew the most about them and released them. After, Ib explained more about Kate and the whole package deal she gave Amelia not too long ago. Luno calmly listened the whole way through, not batting an eye much at Carrie, but he did try to unsuccessfully hide a snort when Amelia started ranting about how Garry was ravaging Ib under the pretense of trying to get the stick figures out of the brunette's shirt.

"They both seem dense enough," He mumbled almost inaudibly as he composed himself. "Oh, by the way, do you have a rose too? How did you get it? Was it like ours or more like Garry's?"

Luno paused, "It was more like Garry's, but also like yours." He took out a lavender rose, the color nearly glowing opalescent in the last sliver of lighting. "I obtained mine by wandering through a black space for an unknown amount of time until I saw this rose illuminated and I headed towards it. I had to climb up large plateaus and once I touched it the space around me caved inwards, and then I awoke in this cavern."

Ib and Amelia payed close attention to his explanation, nodding at the appropriate times as their minds drew parallels and processed the whole event. After this Amelia was the first to speak, "Is there a way out of here? The light is going down and if you've already come from this way then maybe we should head back out."

Luno and Ib looked over at her, thinking it over.

"Perhaps there is a way out further in, more so than I already was. It would be in our better interest to proceed further in until we can safely assume that there isn't a way out. The only problems are finding a way back and not having a light source."

Amelia perked up at this, "I have just the thing!" She dug through her bag and pulled out a small portable flashlight, "I always keep one on me due to photography! It's easier to cast shadows where I need them."

Ib and Luno sweatdropped, "Isn't that cheating?"

"Nope," Amelia stated slowly, "Anyway, we now only have a problem in finding the way back if we have to take turns or loop around."

"I believe I have a solution for that one, "Luno pulled out a pack of thin thread from one of his own pockets. He went over to a large stalagmite and wrapped some of the thread around it. "We can use the thread as metaphorical bread crumbs to lead up back."

"Wow, that's nifty!" Amelia commented as she leaned on Ib, looking both excited but bored.

"Let's get going," Garry is all alone, Ib kept her thoughts to herself as she walked further into the darkening cavern with the two, unsure of what would be awaiting her in that foreign space.

Garry passed another doodle, warily keeping an ear out for the giggling of a crazed stick figure or anything else in the gallery that was hellbent on chasing or attacking him. Really, it all was becoming quite tiring. His legs were still pulsating from the long sprint, the muscles stretched out and building. His feet felt heavy and piercing on the linoleum floor.

The lavanderette sighed to himself. He had been made to separate from his friends and his only consolation was that there were two of them; Ib wouldn't be alone. However, he didn't like being by himself either. Already hands had shot out of the wall and tried to hit him, thus resulting in losing a few petals. Also, he had managed to find a vase to restore his withered rose, making him feel much better.

Now he walks the hallway, looking for keys, doors, his friends, and maybe even Kate. He was having no such luck as most of the doors were locked, Ib and Amelia are probably heading in another direction, and Kate was still an enigma...he barely even knew just what he was looking for! Kate was a mystery to him, but he believed Ib when she told him, and Amelia had backed her statement by confirming that Kate does exist...or at least used to.

Garry shoved the negative thought away, not wanting to dwell on the possibility that Kate could already be too far gone, if she was ever here at all. He passed by a mannequin, its two beady eyes following him. He shivered at the lingering gaze, but only quickened his pace. It's only a head, it's only a head.

The lavenderette noticed an alcove and hurried over to it, surprised to find a large mannequin body is a simple short red dress blocking his way. Behind the prop was a narrow doorway that looked highly promising. Feeling luck on his side, Garry went to pick up the statue in order to move it aside, but it didn't quite go as he had planned. First of all, the mannequin started wriggling, it's long slender black arms wrapping around his neck. Then Garry freaked out and dropped the mannequin like a hot potato and proceeded to back away as it got to its feet.

The freakiest part of the whole thing was that the mannequin didn't have a head. So when it turned in Garry's direction and seemed to glower at him, the lavenderette was highly confused. The red clad mannequin stepped closer to his, mirrored by Garry taking a step back in response. This continued for another few steps until the mannequin lunged at him. Garry took off down the hall, increasing his pace as footfalls thundered behind him.

It seemed to Garry, that he was doing an awful amount of running these days. Running and always having to get up. It was rather taxing, but he didn't dare stop. Garry wasn't an idiot nor was he deaf to the footsteps starting to catch up to him. He couldn't recall ever being so nervous, fearful, and tired...well, that was a lie. He could remember a time when he felt all of those.

Garry tried to push those memories from his mind, but they persisted shamelessly. His body started to feel haggard and retard. His breathing came out heavier as sweat accumulated on his brow and slowly trickled down past his eye duct, tickling the attentive skin. He itched to wipe it away, but doing that would force him to slow down and then that mannequin would catch him. Trying his best to ignore it, he continued down the hallway before noticing the dead end.

Taking a leap of fate, Garry veered towards one of the doors that happened to dot the wall on one side, praying that the brass knob would rotate fully and open the door. The washed out gray look of the door made him doubtful at first, but he turned and pushed, nearly awed when it opened with a long creeeeaaaaak! Despite how ugly the shrill sound was it was beautiful music to the young man. He hurried inside and promptly shut the door behind him. He leaned his weight against it as what he assumed to be the mannequin tried the knob but, once realizing it was being locked, pounded on the door tumultuously.

He struggled to keep the mannequin out but his brute force and patience won out; the mannequin quit its futile banging and Garry could hear the footsteps retreat, growing further and further away. The hallway and room were filled with silence soon after as Garry slowly slid to the floor as he tried to even out his breaths. He rubbed at the sweatdrops on his face, the moisture cold and clammy as his shaky hands wiped the dollops away.

Garry took out his rose and stared at it, but knew his fatigue wasn't caused by the missing petal he had just lost. No, it had to do with his earlier thoughts. He hugged his knees to his chest, taking out his lighter and flipping open the lid. His thumb slid against the little clicker, thus igniting the gas inside it and creating a flickering golden flame. He flipped it closed and then repeated the process as his mind drifted.

He had felt an overwhelming sense of fear, tiredness, and nervousness before...or at least from what he could remember. It had happened just a few years ago...he didn't remember anything, but his family had informed him that he had been hit by a car. When he had awoken he barely remembered his own name and he had been terrified. He still is. All the possibilities and the lies and his own fallible memories that had returned to him...were they even real? Who was he, really? Is he still himself? How could he know for sure?

Months after the accident he slowly began to remember little things, one being his name and a sense that he was missing something. Strangely, this whole place and Ib gave him a sense of nostalgia that he couldn't place. Ib. When he thought about her it felt like he'd known her for a lifetime rather than a few days. It scared him just how much he trusted her. Yet, he was also guilty of using her...this place terrifies him, yet he's the one who suggested they come back. At first, he had wanted to know why he felt so drawn, yet weary of this place, but then it morphed into the disappearance of the fashion student Kate Gridlings.

He didn't want anyone to get hurt, not even Amelia. He rather enjoyed being around Soaru, Dmitri, Luno, Amelia, Lumi, Gillian, some other acquaintances from his classes, and Ib. Yes, he thought Amelia and Gillian were a bit...eccentric, but he still liked watching them make others smile, especially Ib. That's the main reason he wasn't too put off with Amelia's sudden appearance. Of course he didn't want an innocent bystander to get involved, but he felt just a small bit better that he and Ib were not alone in all of this. It was selfish of him, he knows, but those are just his conflicted feelings on the subject.

The light from the flame calmed him for the moment and so Garry pocketed the small lighter. He stood up and surveyed the room for the first time. It was somber and melancholy, the lighting barely casting rays of light across the shadowy room. He could make out rows of display bookcases in the back while in the front were regular shelf bookcases lined in complex rows. Oddly, some on the shelves were cracked and decrepit. He slowly walked over and gingerly picked up one of the books that were haphazardly strewn across the floor.

When he picked it up the bottom part crumbled off into charcoal, leaving part of his lower fingers and palm blackened. His eyes widened as he slowly noticed the anomaly around him. The bookcases and books were horribly charred in certain areas and mild in others. Garry looked through another burned shelf, determined to find at least one book that was still readable. He picked up a few from a disorganized pile and looked through them, deducting that at least two of them were still somewhat intelligible.

For an unknown period of time Garry scavenged through the charred remains of what once was probably a small library. He managed to salvage around four books in the end. He seated himself at the center of the room after barricading the door with a few planks of stray wood. Garry gingerly flipped open the first book, its cover charred cyan and nearly missing entirely. The first few pages were blackened beyond prepare, but the next few were ample enough for him, if not somewhat irking. The first excerpt read:

"More valuable than sharing existence is making fantasies into reality."

Garry pursed his lips a bit, unsure of what the sentence meant due to the rest of the page being unreadable. He flipped a few of the pages and continued reading the fragmented excerpts.

"You and the rose are unified.

Know the weight of your own life."

He skipped to the bottom, "When the rose wilts so will you too rot away."

The rest of the book was too damaged that nothing else could be read. He put the book off to the side and picked up another book bound in green gauze and brown leather. He found it to be a type of record book that documented works.

"Enlightenment (6185)"

a side view of a person's eye...

Found in Guer...home.

Charcoal was applied directly to the canvas. Unfortunately, it suffered some damage.

Garry couldn't help notice the irony. The work was apparently damaged and this book was also damaged, which is rather humorous. However, he felt a heavy feeling of nostalgia, especially from the earlier book which were, most likely, about their roses.

Shrugging off the feeling, he continued to read for awhile, going through each book carefully and trying to piece together strings of words that possibly fit the charred sentences. After some time he finished looking through them, rubbing his temples from the complete mind fuck he just went through. He barely understood anything! All of it was awfully vague or about certain paintings, a few of which he had seen in this place. He sighed, laying down on his back for a few minutes as he let the information sink in. He understood more about the roses, having already undergone the experience of losing petals, and that was basically it. Parts of sentences were burnt off, words were smudged with soot, or ripped out.

It was irritating how clueless he felt; not to mention helpless. Well, he was rather thankful that Amelia and Ib were together. He didn't want to think about what it would be like if just Ib and himself were separated. His stomach dropped at the very thought of them being separated without another party member with at least one of them.

Garry tucked the books into his cloak, deciding to show Ib and Amelia when they met up again. Now, just how was he supposed to find them? This place was much like a maze and always seems different whenever they arrived. The way that got out was also rather strange as they landed in a different location than the one they entered from.

Garry placed an ear to the door and listened for any sudden movement. The light in back of him flickered and then blinked out. Garry jumped at being thrown into sudden darkness before hearing a strange scratching and scurrying sound come from the other side of the door. He took a careful step back as it grew louder, the back of his foot stepping on the plank which snapped in half.

There was a sudden pregnant pause.

The door was smashed in, a discordant roar shattering the air around him. It was too dark for him to see whatever had just entered, but all his hair was erect as fear swelled through his body, hot and cold. He stood stock still and stopped breathing when his nose picked up something worse than rotten eggs and milk inside a rotting garbage can. What was worse; it was coming right from in front of him.

Hot, putrid breath harshly blew onto his face, the force and proximity making his tresses sway a little. A scream rose in his throat and stayed there, frozen due to his sheer terror. He didn't dare move or even take a breath, fearful that just twitching his finger would be too loud. Whatever was in front of him started sniffing the air before tensing while staring right at Garry.

In a feeble moment Garry was thrown onto the floor, wood cracking underneath him. He blinked and his back slammed against a wall. It took awhile for the sound to catch up, but he heard his lighter hit the floor with a thunk. He blindly reached for it just as a large hand wrapped around his foot and pulled him up by his ankle.

Garry hung there, the books sliding from his coat and hitting the floor. The thing breathed harshly, as if it couldn't have enough air, and let out a loud shrill screech, some spit hitting Garry's face. He grimaced just before the adrenaline kicked in. Without too much forethought he opened his lighter and flicked the knob. A golden red and blue based flame sprung up and onto the creatures hand that was holding Garry's ankle.

It screeched in pain, dropping Garry as it fled to a darker section of the room. Garry crab walked backwards, the hand holding the lighter shaking as his eyes were still wide from the grotesque image that had just imprinted itself into his mind forever.

Garry crawled over towards the door, his eyes never leaving the outline of the creature. It turned toward him and screamed out in what might have been anger. Garry crawled into the hallway and continued crawling until the hallways were brighter. He collapsed against the wall, his body shaking as he ran a hand through his hair before gripping the sides of his tresses and putting his head between his drawn up legs. His whole body was shaking as tears rose to his eyes. He had been so terrified. That thing, whatever it was, could have easily killed him if it wasn't for his lighter!

He stopped himself from rocking by taking calm, deep breaths. He had started to feel better and took to his feet, swaying a little but keeping his breathing under control. He made his way back to the alcove and saw that the mannequin was no longer standing before the narrow door. He shakily went over and gripped the knob, trepidation surging through his body. He gulped and started turning the knob when the door was thrown open in front of him.

Gray eyes met blue.

"Garry?"

AN: So, I have updated as a belated birthday gift to myself as it was on the 8th of October. After slaving over this for a few days I have deemed it Echo Approved...mainly because I'm so relieved that it is finally finished!

Anyway, I don't know how many more chapters there are. I want to expand upon relationships and push Ib out of her comfort zone, add school events, and more school centered events. However, I don't think the chapters will exceed over one hundred or even seventy...I hope.

Note: All Garry angst can be contributed to Fatal Frame: Tsukimori song from the fourth game. I highly recommend that soundtrack as I shall start listening to it more often when I write (Along with a playlist I have made).

Note 2: My computer is highly moody and likes to shut off when it just feels like it, which is why it took so long to get this chapter out (Hahaha, it was supposed to be done yesterday but I had homeworks and shoppings ta do).

reViEW, jA? Or else creature here will hunt you down!