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I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM IB

Ib got ready to go to work. Her job was not like most people her age, waiters and fast food workers. She had soared through school and even skipped a few grades, and was taking online collage courses so she could stay in the area. Her twin sister Mary, however, had been more of a popular girl. Besides being smart, she had many friends and boys chasing after her all through high school; however, only Ib new her secret. She had a thing with knives. She took fencing classes and was constantly going to pawn shops and online sites. She kept a whole collection of them in her nightstand. Ib never quite understood her sister, but her sister didn't really understand her, either.

The girls lived in a small apartment together. Both Ib and Mary had been lucky enough to get jobs at their favorite museum, in their favorite exhibit. It also happened to have it's own entrance and be close to a very nice café. They had been there many times, and it had delicious macaroons, Ib's favorite sweet.

Ib looked her mirror and laughed a little. Her uniform, ironically, was remarkably similar to the one she wore when she first went to the museum. She wore a navy blouse, a red scarf and skirt, navy socks, and red shoes. It was a strange uniform, but it was a strange exhibit, too.

Ib knocked on Mary's door. Mary opened the door and struck a pose.

"Ta-dah!" she exclaimed. The exhibit gave people different uniforms depending on there eye color. They had replaced all the red in her uniform with blue, and all the navy with green. Ib smiled. "Come on, were going to be late on our first day!" Mary said, grabbing Ib's hand and pulling her behind her.

The girls at a rushed breakfast of cold cereal and orange juice, jumped in the car, and headed to work. There was no traffic, and girls arrived at the Guertena exhibit a couple minutes early. Ib noticed they had lemon candies in a bowl on the front desk, and slipped it in her pocket for later. After a quick meeting with there new boss, and a quick "Museum guide 101," the museum open the doors and started there new job.

"What are we supposed to do again?" asked Mary. Ib rolled her eyes.

"We walk around and share information about the paintings to the viewers."

"Kay!" Mary runs off, leaving Ib alone. She walked over and found a teenager looking at "Embodiment of Spirit."

"Everything all right?" she asked kindly.

"Yes, I just remember when I was a kid, I wanted to pick up the petals 'cause there was no use for them down there." He smiled to himself. "Then some girl told me the people working here would get mad, so I didn't do it." Ib laughed a little to herself. He glanced over, and then did a double take. "Hey, wait a minute, are you, like, an employee's daughter or something? It was you who told me not to, right?" Ib gave him a small smile.

"Yes, I told you not to, and no, I'm not an employee's daughter." She said simply. They talked for a little bit before she waved goodbye and left to find something. She knew what she was looking for. She had seen it countless times in her dreams. She took the long way around, helping any guests who had questions. She found the painting she was looking for, glad no one else was admiring the portrait.

Walking up to the mysterious painting, she stared at him. She did all of the research on this particular painting, which was practically nothing. What really made her ponder over the painting, besides the dreams, was the coat. It wasn't what it looked like,with it's torn blue edges and ragged was the fact it was a coat that had not been around in his time period. That coat was in style about eight or nine years ago, and still was popular today. But there was nowhere Guertena could have got the inspiration. As she stared, she started going into a daydream. She blinked and was in a different room. A man was holding out his hand, giving her a piece of lemon candy. She reached out, and found herself touching the canvas, back in reality.

Except, maybe it wasn't. When she looked back, she found she was completely alone. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, but it didn't change. The lights flickered, causing an uneasiness to haunt her mind.

"Hello? Anyone here?" She called to anyone who might be here "Mary?" When she turned to look at the painting again, she froze, eyes wide.

Instead of the lilac haired man, picture had a blue doll with red eyes and creepy smile, its head slightly crooked. Ib was to stunned and scared to even scream. Her legs seemed glued to the doll clamped its long, bony arms around her waist, dragging her into the painting. Then, with a painful clunk on the back of the head, everything went black.