RefreshMint: OH MY GOD. I'm really... I don't know... sorry? Oww guys, sorry for keep you waiting! I was in hospital all this time! I'm in hospital even now, but I found a way to have some connection and a pc! So, I'll try to update fast as I can! I have some heart disease unfortunatly... I don't know if I have to go through an operation. I hope no, lol. Thanks so much for the reviews! They keep me want to write this story more and more! I thought that no one would like my yandere Garry, but I assume I make him charming in some way? Ahah, I hope so! Aaaand so, this is the chapter one! I'll hope you all like it! Pls R&R!
Ps: Oh yes! I added Mary! I'll explain in the next chapters why she is out of the Fabricated World with a family! She is the same Mary of the game, so yeah, she knows and remembers Ib!

Since when she woke up from that strange dream, Ib felt agitated. It was only the result of her imagination, right? And yet the rose that boy had picked up was true, real. How was that possible? There aren't any blue rose in her room, and there wasn't any in her mothers' vases filled with flowers. That flower couldn't be there. Unless that dream ... was real. But was it possible that a painting had called her while she was sleeping? Probably at her age many children would believe it with ease, but she was more mature, she didn't believe in things crazy like that. However, that blue rose made her uncomfortable. It was as if that rose remember something to her.

-We make a trade? I like the color red, but I prefer the blue tehee! -

Ib's crimson eyes widened, when a shrill voice said that phrase in her head. That voice was so familiar. It had made her feel infinite sadness and at the same time a great deal of anger. It was as if it belonged to someone who had betrayed her trust. There really was something wrong with her, thought the little girl. What was going on all of a sudden? She made strange dreams about a painting and now she felt even a voice in her head? Was she crazy?

-Ib! Get off that breakfast is ready! - she heard her mother call.

With a sigh, she decided it was better to forget everything. She changed, putting her white shirt and her favorite red skirt and tying the bow at her neck. She looked for a moment at the mirror, brushing her hair, and left the room down the stairs. Her parents were in the hallway, and greeted her with a smile.

-Ib, your father and I wanted to talk to you. - began the mother, waving to Ib to go in the living room. Once they all were comfortable, the woman continued her speech, staring at the girl. -Lately I'm a bit worried. You're a good girl Ib, but you don't have any friends. I wouldn't want that your shyness precluded you an important thing like this. - she whispered in a gentle tone.

Ib in truth hadn't any interest in having friends. Of course, she didn't disdain to talk or play with someone when she was at school, but for the rest she preferred to be alone. She didn't think it was a big problem for her parents. Indeed, she was thought not to give them any kind of concern.

-Ib, would you like to go out with a girl today? She is the daughter of a friend of mine. - suggested her mother. The small one didn't found nothing wrong about. If her parents wanted hher to pass the time along with a little girl, she would be content. After all Ib was an obedient child.
-All right. - she answered. Her mother smiled happy, clapping her hands.
-Ib do you remember that exhibition we went to a year ago? - asked at that point his father, a quiet smile on his face. Ib opened her eyes slightly, nodding. Talk about that exhibition at that time made her nervous, since all that had happened. -Today there seems to be a new exhibition on the same artist. Your mother and I have thought THAT you and that little girl could go together to visit it. - he suggested.

Ib felt her legs almost dispose of them. She made a huge effort to remain standing. She was fortunate that her expression rarely showed some change. Her parents didn't notice it at all. Her dream ... was the reality. Actually the exhibition that guy had mentioned there really was. Whether it was a coincidence? Maybe she had seen the posters somewhere, not noticing them, and her mind had revised that information later. It had to be this way. But she had a very bad feeling. It was as if something horrible had happened a year ago, and she was afraid it would happen again. Her instincts told her to refuse and not leave the house, yet ... she didn't want to disobey her parents, and she also wanted to get the answers to all the strange things that were happening.
With that thought in mind, Ib prepared to go out together with her parents. They made a pleasant walk to the art gallery, where a couple was waiting for them. Ib saw a beautiful woman with blond hair that fell in waves over her shoulders and a distinguished man, with cold blue eyes. Next to them was a little girl.

Ib felt almost as if the world at that time had frozen. Everything was still, motionless. She had already seen that little girl. She was sure. She remembered those long blonde hair and those blue eyes, and she was scared. Ib was afraid of the little girl in front of her, without even knowing why. Did she know her? Instinctively, yes. She felt that she had seen that girl before, and no matter what happened between them Ib didn't like her.

-Ib, she's Mary. - said the Ib's mother, indicating the girl who smiled, reaching the other.
-Nice to meet Ib! I hope we'll become friends! - said Mary happy, holding out her hand. Ib shook it nod hesitantly.
-Well, why you don't go? Wait for us in a couple of hours at the entrance, we come to resume you. - said Ib's father, placing a hand on her daughter's head to stroke her hair.

Mary cheerfully greeted the two sets of parents, taking Ib by the hand and dragging her inside the palace. Ib wouldn't want to go out with that girl anymore, but her good manners prevented her from saying something rude. After all, what the hell was getting into her? She seriously was going crazy. Now she also believed to know a little girl who had seen the first time that day, and also believed that she had hurt her. It was absurd. She don't even notice that they were already inside the building. It was cold. Ib began to tremble as soon as she realized to be inside that building.

-Ib? Something wrong? - Mary asked, staring at her with her big blue eyes on those of Ib. The girl shook her head, trying to dispel that bad situation. She was working too much with imagination, she told herself. It wasn't like her. She let Mary drag her smoothly throughout the exhibition. They stopped a few times to see the paintings that particularly caught thier attention.

- "Abyss in the Deep" frightening isn't it? It seems that you can sink in! - The blonde chuckled, looking at the large painting on the floor.

Ib remembered it, and it didn't gave her a good feeling, but most of then Guertena's paintings were scary. There were some very beautiful, however, as the sculpture of a red rose. Ib liked it, along with some other paintings here and there in the exhibition. At one point, a light bulb went on in her head, as if she had forgotten until that moment something fundamental.

-Mary let's see above! - said the child, taking walking towards the stairs.

Mary's blue eyes stared at her when she already gave her shoulders. They didn't seem the eyes of a child, they didn't even look like human eyes. With slow steps, she followed the brunette in front of her, crossing her hands behind her back and whistling.

"Just one Step! Just one Step!
This is where everything began!
Come below! Come below!
Enjoy Guertena's World!"

Mary hummed to herself, reaching Ib who had arrived now at the top of the stairs. The brunette went straight to a specific painting, that was exactly where she remembered. Her red eyes widened, looking at the figure from which she was so obsessed.
"The Forgotten Portrait"
The unnaturally pale figure of a boy, was sitting on the ground, his head pointed toward the ground. At his feet was a pair of blue petals. He just seemed to be sleeping, but it was clear by the pallor of the skin, that wasn't the case. Who knows if he had a name, asked mentally the girl to herself, watching him.

-Do you like this painting Ib? - Mary asked, almost making startled the other because she hadn't heard her.
-Y-Yes ... I really like it. - she said. -It's my favorite Guertena's work. - she admitted, with a small smile.

At that moment, there was a small voltage drop. The lights went out for a few seconds. Ib heard Mary clinging to her arm, frightened. When the lights returned, blinding her for a moment, the girl stared confused at the gallery. There was no one. It was empty.

-Oh my God! Ib where is everybody? - asked the blonde hysterically, clinging more to the child's arm.

Yeah. Where was everyone? How was it possible that they were all gone within a maximum of five seconds? And yet ... wasn't already happened such a thing? Ib remembered a scene almost identical, but a thick head distracted her from her thoughts. She still had those deja-vù and didn't understand why. The light grew less intense, and the air seemed to have become suddenly cold. She just wanted to run as fast as she could out of there.

-Listen Mary maybe it's better if ... -
-Ib look! - the blonde cut her off before she could say anything else, ducking and leaving her arm. -Isn't this a blue petal? - Mary asked, picking up the small petal on the ground.

Ib never answered her. Strong arms tightened around her, from behind her back. Icy arms. She felt the contact of the chest of another human being against her, and lips close to her ear.

-Welcome back, Ib.-

And... end! This is the first chapter! You like it? I'll hope so! Garry will be in the next, don't worry! And even Mary! She was playing an important role in this chapter for someone else! Well... Welcome back to the Fabricated World, everyone! Enjoy yourselfs! See you!