Sorry for not updating lately, MEH HOLIDAYS
You'd usually think: oh, holiday break, more time to update! ~^u^! But, for christmas/NEw years break, IT IS NOT. LIKE THAT. This is the first day I get to actually REST, so yay, Updates for over the next three days! XD
Ib gasped in fright and scooted backwards as far as she could away from her "friend" Until her back hit the wall.
Mary's smile seemed to glow, but her eyes glared. She stepped closer each time Ib succeeded in furthering the distance.
Ib noticed the small palette knife out of the corner of her eye in Mary's hand, small, but big enough to cause fatal damage.
"Why are you running away, Ib? I won't hurt you..." She whispered.
Warning bells rang in Ib's head. She bolted up and darted around Mary, reaching the door quickly.
Mary spun around, eyes blazing. "IB!" She screeched, leaping for her.
Ib Strangled the door's nob, wrenching it open and dashing in before practically slamming the door shut. Mary's muffled screams echoed as the door shook from her slamming against it.
"IB! OPEN THIS DOOR!" She demanded.
Ib shook her head of the thoughts threatening to consume her and ran down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her, not thinking about any of the museums dangers but instead focusing on escaping from the blonde psychopath.
She could hear the heavy foot steps behind her and knew Mary had already gotten past the door and was pursuing her. "IIIIBBBBB..." She screeched.
Ib spotted a single blackish green door among the empty hall and flung it open, the hinges squeaking in protest. It was nearly invisable, blending into the walls.
She ran inside and quickly slammed the door shut, pressing her back to it in hopes Mary wouldn't get in.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, stopped, and then the footsteps turned and headed back, fading into the distance. Ib didn't dare to breath until she could no longer hear them.
She took a moment to look around. This seemed like... a library?
Books... A huge, vast expanse of books not found in the real world, priceless treasures to any reader. The look of awe and wonder on her face never disappeared.
A door lay on the other side of the room.
She tugged at the nob.
Locked.
Of course it was...
Disappointed, she turned around to search for a key.
Her eyes were face to face with a skull head.
With a scream, she lashed out, cracking the skull just over the eye. A red liquid seeped out and the skull fell to the ground and shattered.
Catching her breath, she continued the search, still a bit shaken.
A book shook itself out of its place and hit the floor with a thump, causing Ib to jump.
The pages flipped open to a page with the picture of another golden key. Ib stared down at it, still as stone. She didn't know what to do. The little drawing of a girl on the next page rose and grabbed the key, smiling.
"HEy, MeRry ChRistMaS!" It giggled, before throwing the key to Ib with a bow on it.
Ib carefully unwrapped the bow and stared at it absentmindedly.
She felt something sticky on the underside of the bow and turned it over in her palm to show her skin stained red.
The bow seemed to melt into the same red substance which Ib recognized as...
"...blood."
Yelping, she threw it off the best she could, the blood leaving splatters of crimson over the books pages.
The sight brought the flashback of the book of the bloody blue petals. As if in response, The blood turned blue and shaped into them, wilted blue rose petals.
It unnerved Ib, and the second she blinked, it was gone.
Unwilling to stay in that room any longer, she grabbed the key, but it disappeared the moment it touched her finger tips.
A click was heard and the door unlocked, allowing Ib to escape through it.
listening to the stereotypes song MEP on youtube. YAY HETALIA FANGASMS- I will be posting some hetalia stories soon, once I edit and proofread them. BIEZ!