Authors Note:
Hello All~ Thank you for reading my works, i appreciate it a lot. In order to add to your entertainment in my story, i decided to try something new, to see if you like it. Every once in a while, i'll throw in one of these, a (Bad Ending) to give a similar idea as the normal game. This means the characters do not pass through this trial in this chapter (so if you were playing the game, they essentially lost) But in order to continue the story, i'll have a chapter 9b up soon that will be a positive one, and they will continue through, thus progressing in the story. Feel free to comment on this new idea, so that i may further your enjoyment in my series, and i hope you will keep supporting me!
Ib turned from the unyielding knob and looked back to the room. "W-wasn't this the room we found you in…when you were freaking out and hallucinating?" she quietly asked, as if the dolls would awaken at any moment. Garry merely nodded in reply, taking a step forward, clearly reluctant to do so. "We should check around to see if there's anything we can use to open the door, or maybe there's another exit of some sort." He finally spoke after a moment, clearly making sure to talk quietly as well. Rows of crimson eyes bore into them as the two walked through the room, searching thoroughly, yet making sure not to disturb any of the puppets. Garry sighed, passing by the giant painting, taking multiple nervous glances at it. For a mere second, he saw a pale, circular orb clutched in the paintings violet grip.
Releasing a high-pitched squeak, the pale haired man fell backwards, scooting away from the painting. What sounded like giggles erupted from an unknown source, and Ib quickly turned around. "Garry? What was that?" she asked, walking over to him and extending a thin hand. Taking hold of it, Garry stood, looking around "I only have one guess…" he meekly replied, eying the dolls, clearly suspecting them. Along with him, Ib took another glance around, noticing another new addition to the room. Near the pale yellow door, was a messily scrawled message, the pale gray-white paint standing out against the rest of the dark wall. Both Ib and Garry walked towards it, deciphering the words of an unknown writer. 'Hello~ I see you've brought a friend this time! Will you play with us again?' It read, and Garry quickly looked to the painting suspecting it to move. "Ib…we need to get out of here." He said urgently, as the painting's claw-like digits begin to twitch.
Struggling to reign in his nerves, Garry looked around, the ghastly giggles reappearing, sounding closer than before. Frantically looking towards the worn yellow door, he noticed multiple of the dolls had appeared in front of it, moved by invisible hands. Ib's wide eyes watched as the painting began to move it's fingers, clenching and unclenching, it's giant mouth of knife-like teeth smiling a eerie, un-nerving smile. "Garry….it's waking up!" she said, her tone shaky, as she looked for something to use in the event they had to fight. Hearing this, the mauve haired man quickly kicked the dolls out of the way, oblivious to the sound of them slamming into the wall nearby, and the crimson paint that pooled from their now torn and mangled forms. Slamming his shoulder into the rickety door, he attempted to break it down in order to escape the blue beast.
The laughter got louder, it was now deafening, as the giant monster's head and torso exited the painting, though it did take it quite a bit of effort. Giant jaws opening and closing, the puppet laughed, its voice sounding wrong, as if it belonged to thousands of people who all had both high and low pitched voices. Ib covered her ears, letting out a scream, as she backed up. Looking around, she noticed a shiny form sticking out of one of the dolls stomachs. Panicked, the brunette raced over to it, hurriedly sinking her nails into the dolls chest, and clawing at it, oblivious to the peculiar shrieking sound that had appeared, and removed the key from it. Running back to Garry, she tossed him the key, right before the claws of the giant closed around her.
Garry opened the door, just in time to hear the scream of Ib. Turning, he watching in terror as the young girl sank to the floor, giant bloody claw marks down her side, thanks to the monster. Unable to do anything, he watched as the puppet smiled even wider, in his hands, Ib's thin red rose. Running toward the beast, Garry tried to save his companion, but it was too late. Within seconds of reaching the monster, he watched as it ripped the lively petals of the crimson flower from their stem, Ib coughing up blood. It laughed as he sunk down to her. "Ib? IB!" He screamed, shaking her limp form, seconds before the monster cackled once more, sinking its claws into into him, as everything faded away.
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