Dear viewers,

Thank you so much for the self-confidence, votes, and cookies! Due to the fact that Reforged Memories got a ton more votes than my other fanfic, I will be continuing this story. Also, sorry for the wait. I have school, family…Well, I'll spare you the details of my boring life. But I have been looking forward to spring break, and this weekend is rainy, so I will be doing (Hopefully) a lot of writing. So here is another chapter of Reforged Memories!

One more thing, the lady in red is featured in the chapter, and she uses mild language. You have been warned.

"Um…I-I choose…" Ib said shakily, looking at the looking at the ground.

"She doesn't want to choose!" yelled Garry.

"You don't know what she's thinking!" hissed Mary.

"Yeah, and you do?"

"Yes, as her twin sister, I do!"

"Twin sister!? Now your making stuff up!" The argument was so heated; Ib could practically see the sparks forming between there heads. She glanced at Bunny, who was laughing hysterically. After she noticed Ib, she stopped, but was unable to wipe the grin of her face.

"After ten years, I knew this reunion was going to be rich! And the readers will love it, too!"

"What readers?" Asked Ib curiously.

"Ah, crap. Uh, pretend you didn't hear that." Said Bunny quickly. Then she walked over, plucked a petal of Mary's rose, and kicked Garry in the shins. "Stop blabbering, let's get moving." Glaring at each other, Garry and Mary took each of Ib's hands in there's and started walking. Bunny, tired of walking, hopped into Garry's pocket.

While solving puzzles, Ib told Garry everything that happened while he was, as they referred to as "asleep." He couldn't help but ask what his painting looked like.

"It looks like your dead." Mary said, grinning. Garry delivered a glare.

"It looks like…hmm…" Ib started. "Well, your laying on a bed of roses, and there's rose vines wrapping you up, and…and your eyes are closed, and-"

"You look like this," Mary said, holding up a Guertena dictionary. Flipped to the "F" page, the Forgotten Portrait leered back at them. Garry shuddered.

"Great. It's creepy, like all the other painting in this unsettling gallery." He muttered.

"See! It looks like your dead!" Mary said triumphantly.

"But I'm not!" He growled.

"Actually, you are." chimed Bunny from his coat pocket.

"Shut up." He said, too distracted to fully realize that the doll he despised was riding in his pocket.

Ib glanced at bouquet the blessed bride just dropped. It was different than before. About twenty red roses identical to hers were wrapped in pale blue paper. Suddenly, her two companions bumped her from behind, too busy arguing to look in front of them. Ib dropped her red rose and the bouquet. At impact, the bouquet burst open, mixing her rose with all the others. She fell to the floor, frantically searching for signs of difference. Garry and Mary peered over her shoulder, eyes widening. The both got on there knees and shuffled through the flowers.

About ten feet away, the Lady in Red slowly crawled towards them. When she reached about five feet, the three turned. Ib hugged the roses to her chest, despite the pain of the thorns. Garry started to scream, but stopped himself.

"You're the king."

Just as she was about to jump, he yelled,

"STOP!"

Red stopped, a scowl pasted on her face. He smiled. "Don't you ever try to hurt us again."

"Bastard." She muttered starting to turn around. Suddenly, he spoke again.

"Wait," He ordered. "Tell me which one of these is Ib's." She raised an eyebrow.

"How the hell am I supposed to d-"

"Do it NOW." He demanded.

She dragged herself over and sorted through the flowers.

"This one is hers," she mumbled, handing him the flower. He smiled, picked up three roses, and gave them to her.

"Take these and go play Loves me, Loves me not. I know you like to do that." Her eyes widened.

"Umm…" she said, looking down. She scurried over again and handed him another rose. "This is hers, not that one." She said quietly. Then she scurried away, leaving a trail of rose petals behind her.