"Ib!" Mary called. There was no response. She found herself wandering an empty museum, which seemed somewhat familiar. "Ib! Where are you?!" she cried worryingly. She glanced at the "Death to all individual" statues, and uneasiness ran threw her. She looked the other way and saw a horror unravel before her eyes.
In the painting, Ib was being held by her neck by a creepy blue doll with startling red eyes. Ib looked asleep, almost peaceful. Mary swore she had seen the blue doll before. She ran to the canvas. Reaching out to stop herself, she found her hand had gone threw the painting, and the frame was gone. She tumbled inside.
"Will you stop following me?" Garry yelled at the blue doll as it walked behind him, saying things he refused to believe.
"You are the new king. Until you replace someone from the real world, you will stay king." The blue doll said in a sweet tone. Instead of looking evil or creepy, the doll had made a miraculous transformation.
It's red eyes had turned a pale green, and it's unnerving smile had vanished, replaced my a small, shy smile that actually moved when it talked. In fact, the whole doll seemed to appear more lifelike, but Garry refused to allow himself to call it cute.
"I'm not your king! And I AM real!"
"No, your not."
"YES, I am!"
"No your not."
"Prove it."
"I will," said the doll. And with that, it pulled out a blue rose. "You left it by your painting."
"It's not MY painting," snapped Garry, taking the rose. He stopped, and looked down at it.
"This isn't mine."
"Yes, it is,"
"No, this is a fake rose. Artificial."
"Exactly."
"This doesn't prove anything."
"Yes, it does."
Garry remembered Mary and her fake rose, that blended in so well until it was knocked out of her hand and examined closer.
"Well, I'll keep this one around until we find my REAL rose." The doll stopped suddenly. Garry smiled. "You finally decided to stop following me?" he asked. The doll shook her head.
"No, I just didn't expect her to come, too."
"Who?"
"The old queen. Which reminds me, when you do meet them, keep in mind that they won't remember you." Garry gave a puzzled look. The doll sighed. "I already told you Ib recently returned to this world." Garry gasped.
"Why! Who would want to come back HERE?"
"Not on purpose, idiot. I had a friend get her back here to trade places with you. You should be thanking me."
"WHAT! Why would you drag Ib back here! Return her to the real world! I'd rather stay here than trade places with her!"
"Sorry," said the doll, shrugging. "To late. However, if you prefer, you could trade with Mary, the helpless girl who didn't know any better, who only wanted a friend."
Garry thought about this. It would make since to trade with Mary, the person who put him in this dilemma in the first place. But the doll had a point.
Before he could answer, the doll interrupted him.
"Ah, here we are!" Garry looked around and immediately recognized were he was.
"I refuse to go in there." He said defiantly. The purple doll room had left a scar far deeper than any human being could handle. Just staring at the door made Garry shudder.
"Oh, stop being such a baby, just come on in. Everyone's waiting." Wondering what she meant by everyone, he nervously followed. As he walked in, his eyes widened.
"Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us today!" the doll called out. Almost everything that had come after them was there. The ladies, the headless mannequins, and most of all, those creepy, scary, demonic looking dolls.
"Cut the crap, Bunny, where is the new queen?" said the lady in red. "Bunny" hadn't seen Garry duck out of the room, but she knew he wouldn't leave, so she ignored it.
"Actually, Red, it's a he." said Bunny. She walked outside and grabbed Garry by the bottom of his jacket, half-dragging, half-leading him back into the room. The lady in blue sighed.
"Not this sissy." The room laughed. Garry looked surprised.
"You can talk?!"
"We can all talk, you idiot!" said Yellow. "Well, with the exception of them," she gestured to the headless mannequins. Garry was starting to grow angry.
"I'm NOT your king!" More laughter. He reached into his pocket for his line of defense, but found only a palette knife.
"Looking for this?" said Bunny. In her hand was silver lighter. She waved it in front of him, then swallowed it. "I don't think so."
Suddenly a doll in a white dress burst into the room.
"She's here! Everyone she's awake and working on the first puzzle!" Bunny grinned.
"Here's where the fun begins…"
Sorry this was kinda uneventful… I will try to make the next chapter as fast as possible.