Sta.sh
It has been ten years since Ib met Garry and Mary. Everything was quiet as she moved into her new home. She kept everything to herself all these years. The monsters, Mary, Garry almost dieing, and that painting. She got everything put away when she heard knocking at the door. When she answered it she was shocked. It was Garry. "GARRY!" Ib yelled as she hugged him. "Hey Ib," He said with a smile, "long time no see huh?" Ib nodded. They talked for awhile. Ib is nine-teen now and Garry is twenty-eight. After they finished talking Garry asked if she wanted to go to the museum, the one they met at, and she nodded.
When they arrived it was normal. Garry walked towards the 'Fabric World' painting and a I was already there. I had the same jacket as Garry and the same outfit as Ib but the sleeves where shorter. He asked her who she was and I did not respond. "Hello?" He waved his hand in front of my face snapping me out of some kind of daze. "oh hello," I said shyly, "My name is Elizabeth but you can call me Beth." Garry introduced himself then looked at the painting. "interesting isn't it?" He asked. I nodded because I was afraid to talk to him. It all went dark and I think I passed out or something. When I woke up I was holding a blood red rose. 'odd' i thought as I looked at it 'wait wheres Garry?' I asked in my mind. I stood up and called his name to see if he would respond. Nothing...just...nothing. It was dead silent.
After some time I met a girl named Mary. We got along very well. The odd thing is...we got along TOO well. She liked my jacket and i agreed. She liked my rose. I agreed to that too and we talked about art. She said something really disturbing then. "I have a painting of you, Garry, Ib, and me in my room." That scared me so bad I ran...ran...ran so far that i would not see her again. Well thats what I thought.
To Be Continued
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You're super good
I'm currently writing an Ib fanfic too, it's a victorian AU