A/N: Thank you for the review Lady Stress.
To those following or reading this, I love you all. :3
.:Desperate:.
When Ib found out the answer to the door, she peered inside to see if any painting dared to chase her. But there was nothing but trees taking space in the dim lit room. An apple hung on the tree just ahead of her, however looked fake and dull. While the coast was obviously clear; there was no reason to play it safe. Ib ran up to the apple and grabbed it, dashing out to the exit..
She pocketed the apple safely, with it being wrapped in her handkerchief and snuck out of the room; just to meet the hanging dolls as well. Strolling down the hallway, she found the mouth that requested food and slid the apple gingerly into the red lipped hole to avoid being bit. The mouth crushed the wooden fruit to bits and smiled.
"Food was good, you go through now." It opened wide, wide enough for Ib to crawl in. The entrance was closed behind her and Ib made it across peacefully.
"Is that the end?"
"No, we have only begun the story."
"Will it get better soon?"
"Oh, you'll see soon."
The tunnel through the mouth only got wider and wider until she appeared, facing a normal sized door. When she opened the door, paranoia got the best of her for she slammed it open to check out the room. But she was greeted by a picture, it wasn't entirely pleasant to look at; but it was something that didn't lash out at her. Ib let out a sigh and straightened out her red skirt before proceeding down the hall. As she passed by, the paintings shown of a sharp object raising up each time she waddle past one.
As soon as she got to the one picture with the axe looking thing gone, she glanced onward to the next one. Nothing was drawn onto the canvas either. Just to make sure nothing else was going to jump right at her, she tip-toed her way to the end of the hall and started for the stairs.
CHHHRK!
The ground trembled before her as she gazed back at the wall behind her. Her crimson orbs only met with a steel wall of death. The wall fell from the ceiling and broke through the red carpet that Ib stood on. If she didn't walk any faster, she too would've met the same fate as the ground. She prodded the end with her little pointer.
"Careful, it's sharp." An eerie voice forced a jolt out of her small body. When she spun back around to the door, a girl with brownish-reddish hair glared from a further distance. Ib swallowed hard and leaned back against the metal.
"Find me please." Ib blinked; the girl had dissappeared. A click was heard and the door at the end creaked open.
"Who's the creep?"
"Just listen."
After walking down the long hallways, she soon met up with a room with various paintings and sculptures. Even though the newer things she never saw before were eyecatching, a familar picture buzzed her mind.
The Lady in Red
Did Ib dare to get closer? Well, since she wasn't entirely sure whether or not the picture was going to come alive to snag at her rose; she was sure it had something she needed. But before she risked her life, she spotted the door just ahead.
Ib glanced at the portait before she turned away to attempt opening the door. A loud thud pumped into her ears and she twirled around frantically to see the lady grasping the blood colored carpet. The door wouldn't open and the little girl soon realized that the lady dropped the key that possibly would unlock the door. Looping around the statues of women, Ib tricked the lady and snatched the key up in her trembling hands and she shoved it into the keyhole. By the time she bursted into the next room, the woman already had a hand between the doorframe and the door itself.
With fear choking Ib's throat, she latched onto the door and smashed it on the painting's hand, although doubting that crushing something unreal would have worked. It did though; but Ib had to hurry and shut the door. Banging vibrated the door and Ib's petite back. Her heaving breath forced her to bend down. Sick made its way out of her mouth. A wave of nausea rushed through her and almost knocked her vision out.
There was no way that she'll make it out of here.
"That's all?"
"You wish."
A/N: Hey, this is Vars. Panda wasn't able to update, but the show shall go on!
So...this was basically a filler, only to cover Ib's part so Panda didn't have to worry on about later.
And I also wanted to do pairings, but me and Panda don't know which one to do. What I'm asking is that you can help decide on which pairing we do. :3
-Varspool