Ib's eyelids fluttered, and she awoke, quickly taking a look around the room. A familiar dark shredded coat had been draped over her, nostalgia creeping in. With a sigh, she stood, clutching the jacket, and walking towards Garry. He was over near some shelves looking through them once more. "Hey, glad to see you're awake" he said with a smile. Handing the coat to him, she nodded. "Ah, thanks Ib! Are you ready to go? If not, feel free to rest for a bit longer, I'd hate for you to over exert yourself." Ib smiled at his comment, he always seemed to worry about her. "I'm ready to go." she replied.
As the two turned towards the single door, Garry quickly sighed, pointing to a collection of dark violet paint on one of the shelves. "It seems we've been given another message." With a nod, Ib walked to it, making an attempt to decipher the inky splatter that had clearly run down the vertical shelving over time. 'Ib~ Hurry and play the game~' had been sprawled out of the dark navy hues of paint. "How on earth did this even get in here? We've been here for hours, and when we entered there wasn't any paint on this shelf, nor was there any paint in the room to begin with!" Garry exclaimed, clearly confused. Still, the two of them knew that this world was made unnatural in every possible way. But it was still a bit peculiar, especially since these 'guiding words' had been appearing since the very beginning of her first trip to Guertena's Fabricated world.
Garry and Ib quickly left, making sure the coast was clear before stealthily exiting the room. They didn't want to be met by another one of the 'Ladies In Red' or any other threats for that matter. Without making much sound, the two looked to the other two rooms, weighing their options on what to do next. Garry moved to the blue door, putting his hand on the knob, before quickly recoiling. "That door…it's shaking." He said, looking at it with wide eyes, as if it were about to eat him. Ib walked to the sunny gold door, reluctantly turning the knob. For a moment, she thought it wouldn't open, but like the crimson door, it swung ajar.
But instead of plain shelves of books, the sight that the two were greeted by made them stop dead in their tracks. Scores of eerie blue dolls with wide, blood red eyes were scattered amongst the room, eerie smiles painted on their faces. A giant portrait of a doll similar to the ones around them hung in the center of the back wall, and Garry's eyes turned back into saucers. Ib shuddered, as she quickly walked back to the door, planning to open it. Her eyes widened in fear as she shook the handle multiple times, but the knob held tight, trapping the two in the room of Mary's dolls.