I'm so sorry for the long wait, guys ._. I've been hit by writer's block, my arch nemesis. Anyways, I apologize for the bad chapter below and for the lack of updates ._.

He should just run right now. Just keep walking and ignore the doll like last time. No matter what, he must not acknowledge the freaky toy's presence. It'll only chase after him like that time. He took another step forward into the dark unknown, his lips pressed together tight.

"I know you can hear me." The doll declared. "Take me."

His shoulders stiffened and his throat ran dry, rendering him unable to speak or move. Would it happen again? Would he be stalked or targeted by this doll? He looked back at the toy who was caught smiling at him with impish red eyes. His instincts told him that this was the same doll from back then and practically screamed at him to run.

Just keep walking.

He moved quickly down the hall, his rose tucked in a hole of his coat's collar. The hall seemed endless, forever scribbled with the same words over and over. The same words that begged him to stay in their so-called paradise. Paradise? This place was Hell, perhaps worse. His eyes darted ahead, scanning for doors, but instead of doors, he found paintings. The same women that would pursuit him and Ib, aiming for their roses hung on the walls, poised and refined. They weren't moving, but he grew wary of them.

Then finally, he found a door, painted dark red in contrast to the bright red walls at the end of the hall. The sound of his heart pounding faster began to pound in his head. Something will be waiting in the next room, but the problem was what it was. He touched the handle, pushing down on it, but it didn't move. It barely jostled as he tried to turn it. Locked. Dammit, it's locked.

He ran his fingers though his hair, uttering a small groan when he realized that he'd have to go all the way to the other end. Garry couldn't afford to waste time knowing Ib was with Martin. Who knows that the little bastard could be doing to her?

Suddenly the sound of glass breaking reached his ears and a thud was heard in the distance. In the dark, he heard something utter a feral hiss and drag through the hall. His heart jumped into his throat and he reached for the door knob once more, jostling it violently as a desperate attempt to escape. This wasn't getting him anywhere. His eyes darted around, skimming for some kind of clue to a secret passage or something that he could use to protect himself. Then his eyes caught onto a clue written in messy blue on the wall behind him.

Looking for this?

Garry looked down and felt his lips pull into an angry frown. The little blue bastard followed him again. Just as he about to kick the toy, he noticed something shine in its hands. It was just the thing he needed. He heard the feral noise come closer and closer in his direction, making him fidget. The man had no time to waste and thus he grabbed the doll, ripping the key from its hands and jamming it into the keyhole.

"Come on…!" He muttered as he tried to turn the key. The key wouldn't turn in the direction it was meant to go.

The low growls were breathing down on his neck, making his heart pound in his ears. He continued to twist the key against its will and cursed incoherently at the door.

Click

"Yes!" He cheered. The door burst open into the room it led to and slammed with a heavy thud behind him. The man caught his breath, his chest heaving as a result from the fear that stirred in his guts. "Too close…" He panted as he stared at his shredded pants leg. The Lady in Red had managed to tear the dark brown fabric without him realizing. Thank goodness she didn't grab his ankle. He continued to stare at his exposed ankle, feeling as if things were too close for comfort. "Talk about lucky…"

"I'll say. You finally took me with you!" The blue doll cheered, squeaking a little giggle.

Garry looked at the blue doll in his hand and frowned. It looked right at him with her red eyes and twisted grin. Garry's eyes wouldn't break their gaze no matter how much he wanted to just drop the little demon and run. Even if the doll helped bring him his rose and the key, it was still Mary's creation and it was still related to the beast of the doll room from his last adventure in the Fabricated world. He shot a glare at the doll as the bitter memories began to swirl about in his mind, throwing his stomach into clumsy flips and his muscles into tense twitches.

"So do I get a thank you for helping you?"

Loves me...

A faint whimper was released from her throat.

Loves me not...

She yelped as the agonizing pain resonated in her back followed by the sting of a new wound on her neck. The young girl was a bloody mess, her pale skin smothered by crimson and ruined by gashes and cuts. She could feel her body run cold as the warmth of life slowly began to fade away. How could she have not seen this? Why didn't she listen to him? Her thoughts were overrun by countless questions surrounding her current predicament. She knew she had to escape, but her body wouldn't let her. Overwhelmed by the brutality of her injuries, she collapsed onto her knees, struggling to stay up. Blood trickled from the corner of her pink lips as the result of the damage she had been dealt, overpowering her tongue with the taste of iron.

"Tired?"

Her crimson eyes shot up at the person in front of her with disgust.

"Why not take a rest? You can stay here forever and never be hurt again." The man assured, tapping her nose with his blood-stained finger affectionately. "And that way, we'll always be together!"

Ib dragged herself to the wall, her body broken as if she was a rag doll. Her back pressed against the dark partition as she tried to gather the rest of her strength to struggle back on her feet, but to no avail could she even get on her knees.

His smile softened as he grew to admire Ib's broken state. his cheeks grew pink with excitement as he dived into his fantasy of being with Ib in his lovely home forever. It worked. After years of carefully detailed planning, it worked. Ib has come back and this time she was going to stay with him. The best thing about this was that time does not exist in this world. They would live together forever. It was like the perfect dream. "No one will take you away from me again."

The brunette leaned on the wall for support as she tried to take her stand. Her fingers gripped onto the bronze frame above her, pulling her body up and granting her a legitimate standing chance. Her eyes narrowed with fiery anger as she stared at the blonde's placid orbs.

"Stop it..." She winced. "I know who you are." She groaned.

Martin snapped out of his musing as her words had reached his ears. "What?" He responded curiously. "Silly girl, of course you know!"

The teen couldn't hear him through her struggle and began to speak."You attacked Garry... You got him in the hospital... Then you brought me here..." Each breath she took was like a blow to her chest. The brunette was obviously at her physical limit.

"Right, right and right, my dear!" Martin cheered, almost laughing. "I love how you're so smart."

"Stop it!" She demanded. "I know you wanted to escape and you did! Why didn't you just leave me and Garry alone?" She shouted. Her emotional limits began to crack. "I know we hurt you and I'm sorry!" Ib wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry..." She whimpered. Her knees shook under her and she fell to the red carpet with a heavy thud. Her warm tears left dark spots on the carpet where she laid, broken in both mind and body. "I'm so sorry, Mary..."

The young man squatted down in front of her, his placid eyes now concerned. "I'm afraid you're confused, my dear. It's probably from your exhaustion so I'll clarify."

She looked at him with pathetic maroon eyes that were glazed over as she felt the pain slowly numb away.

"Mary is my daughter."