Ib walked around in the room, thinking about how to get Mary. She tapped the wall and saw Garry had not progressed any further in the world of paintings. "How should I get Mary into the paintings?" Ib mused. "I can't just take her, her, ahem, my, parents will get worried…" Ib snapped her fingers. "Perfect," she muttered, pressing the wall once more. Mary was sitting in her room, putting up the pictures.
"These are so pretty!" Mary said, giggling. Ib growled, remembering her torn up picture. Ib then smirked, her plan carrying out smoothly. Mary turned around to see if there were any more pictures, and Ib took this as her opportunity. She pressed the wall and murmured some words, and a phone appeared in her hands. She called her house, asking her parents to schedule a surprise trip to the museum. Her parents agreed, and Ib's plan was set into motion.
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Mary walked into the museum, smiling. "Mary, go and find your friend," Mary's mother said. "We'll just be hanging around, okay?" Mary nodded and ran off to the room with Ib's painting.
"Come here, you jerk," Ib whispered. "A little closer…" Mary turned and saw the Maiden of Roses painting. She walked up to it, grimacing.
She stuck out her tongue, taunting, "Nyaa nyaa, you nasty painting." She reached out her hand to touch the frame, and the lights exploded. She screamed, and looked around. Nobody else was in the room. The paintings were empty, other than a single letter in each.
Each letter read together, "Come Play With Me Mary". Mary, seeing this, walked over through the museum.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" she asked, but nobody responded. She whimpered, and ran until she saw someone in a mirror. "Is someone there?" she asked, tapping on the glass. Then came a loud bang, and a quick crash. Red liquid leaked from the mirror, and Mary backed away. She ran away, before sliding on a smooth floor into the Abyss of the Deep exhibit. Ib's eyes glimmered, her eyes cold and unwelcoming.
"Time to start!" Ib shouted.