Mary was sitting in what was formerly Ib's room, decorating it with yellow and blue roses. Ib whimpered. "Red is gross," Mary muttered. Ib looked at Mary, tears still in her eyes.
"Mary sweetie, we brought you some of the pictures we took in the gallery!" Mary's mother said.
"Yay!" Mary shouted. "I love art!" Mary's mother walked in, holding some 5x5 photos. Mary picked them up happily, and her mother walked out of the room.
"Just throw away any of the ones you don't like," she said. Mary looked through the photos, placing them on her bed. She stared at one for a minute, tearing it to bits.
"This one's ugly," she said, tossing the bits in a small trashcan. Ib wiped her eyes, sobbing every few seconds. She then looked up Mary, hate in her eyes.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you both!" She stood up, her hand glowing as she punched the wall, which cracked. Iris snickered.
"What are you going to do about it?" Iris said. Ib looked over, her eyes flashing black. Ib grinned viciously.
"I guess I'll have to get revenge," she said. She turned around to face the wall, beginning to plan.
"I have to go for now," Iris said. "See you later." She started to glow with a black light and dissolved into a grey cloud, which was absorbed by Ib.
"Shall we begin?" Ib asked, her eyes glimmering. "Show me Garry." The wall glowed, allowing Ib to watch Garry walking around in his apartment. Ib whispered a few words, and the wall began to shine.
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Garry was walking towards his room when he saw something glimmer in the bathroom. "What is that?" he asked, walking in. He looked around for a minute, finding nothing. "Must have been my imagination," he said, and he turned around. The door slammed shut, and the familiar features began to fade away until it was just an empty room. "What the hell is going on here?" he shouted. The wall began to swirl, and a colorless block slid out. It began to change colors and collapse in on itself, until what was left was a little girl in a school uniform, clearly Ib even if it is unbeknownst to Garry.
"Do you remember me?" Ib asked. Garry froze, staring at her. He closed his eyes as if to remember something, when he shook his head.
"I don't know who you are," Garry said, "or how you got here, but let me out!" Ib glared, her eyes shimmering.
"You should of thought about that before you forgot me!" she screamed, lunging at him. He sidestepped, grabbing her by the neck and throwing her into the wall. Instead of hitting it, like he planned, she melted into the wall.
"Who is this psycho?" he asked.
"Why don't you ask your little girlfriend Alison?" Ib asked. Garry tilted his head, backing towards a wall.
"Who is Alison?" he asked, his back to the wall. Hands formed in the wall grabbing his arms and legs, dragging him inwards.
"Like you don't know you little monster," Ib whispered, and the walls turned back into his bathroom. Ib's eyes turned black.
"My little rose now has thorns," Ib said in Iris's voice.