Ib All Alone - Oneshot'One of us holds something special to you. Can you find it?'
Garry hastily read the paint scribble on the door—the locked door—and quickly whirled around seeing the many doll faces staring back at him. He didn't like dolls. Garry wasn't sure where this fear had emerged, but something about the blue-faced messy-haired rag dolls made him uneasy.
The fact that a very violent, unpleasant looking one was crawling through the painting didn't help, either.
Franticly, he dashed forward, noticing some of the dolls looked a little overstuffed.
'Something special,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe its inside the belly of this doll!'
Garry tossed his fear away, and grabbed the doll with both hands, tugging at its stomach with his slender fingers. When he couldn't get the fabric to budge, he tore at it with his teeth. With a rip, the seam became undone, and the contents inside...
Some paper crumbled up.
Garry let out a f
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
Promise- Ib/Garry fanfictionIb shot up breathing hard and fastalmost to the point of hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her chest and felt as if it was going to burst. Cold sweat dampened her face like morning due on grass, her hands clenched tightly, making my knuckles whiteit almost looked as if the bone was ready to burst through the skin. Franticly, her widened eyes searched the unfamiliar room at such a speed her brain couldn't comprehend anything within the room. Her entire body shook violently fearing this unknown place. A dizzy sensation fell over her, she almost felt like she was going to vomit or pass out again.Promise- Ib/Garry fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Ib, how are you feeling?"
Ib inhaled sharply, the voice had startled her. Her body froze as her eyes searched for the man who spoke. It was GarryOh thank heavens! Something familiar in this dreadful, mysterious place! She saw him peer out from behind a bookshelf before walking over to her. A gentle smile played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of her. She tr
The Madness of GarryPurple, dark, creepy; those were many of the words Garry would use to describe the area he was in now. But, the area he was in now was not the thing Garry was so creeped out by. Hauntingly, the blue doll's big red eyes stared up at him. He shivered at the thought of having to touch the thing, but it had to be done in order to get the paint ball inside it's bulging stomach. He reached for the doll slowly, but the already strained seams that held the dolls stomach in place popped, and what rolled out was a red ball of paint. The purple haired, skinny man reached down and touched the slimy paint ball, not surprised as the coldness from the ball disappeared along with the paint ball. He knew that it would be in it's proper spot on the pedestal in the other room, so he wasn't worried or even surprised as he had been the first time.The Madness of Garry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doll hopped up and down in anger at the fact that it's treasure had been taken from it by the man it had been trying to be friends with throughout the last h
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...Mary had wonHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Now that that's over with, we can play together forever!"
But he's so cold.
Ib shivered and bit her bottom lip.
She stood right in front of the stem of the once beautiful rose. The bluest rose she had ever seen the blue petals had lead her to this room and the rest had been scattered all about the area. Mary had won she had killed him.
She killed Garry.
Why do I keep telling myself he's sleeping ?
When the rose rots you too, will rot.
So Garry isn't sleeping.
Ib tried to hold back her tears as she slowly knelt down to pick up the empty stem. She rushed over to the little vase filled with water in the room, and she dropped it inside. But nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?
"Please Garry " She whimpered, the tears streamed and stained her pale face. He had saved her life in exchange for his and now she was regretting it terribly.
Don't let his protection go
Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)After picking up the water-stained pages of the last sonata outside of the mirrored room, Ib closed her eyes and leaned against a wall. She knew she didn't have much time left, but she was so tired and cold...her rose was still in her pocket. She hadn't looked at it ever since leaping out of Ivonne's painting, and she could tell that it was missing at least two petals. With a sigh, she rose, eyes shut, and took a deep breath as she faced the direction Ivonne's room was in, her fists clenched. Raising her head, Ib felt her determination and energy rushing back.Liebesleid Chapter 8 (Ib fanfiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hold on, Ivonne, Guertena...Garry...I'll be there soon.
"...Guertena? Guertena, are you alright?!" Worriedly, Garry knelt down next to the slumped artist, shaking his shoulder. "Come on! Wake up!"
"Ugh..." Guertena coughed and curled up. "I-Ivonne..."
"What's wrong?! Talk to me!"
"She..she's going to come back...that other side of me came back, that bad side...I'm...almost complete again...God, it hurts..."
Promise of ReunionPromise of Reunion3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Promise of Reunion...Finale...
Make a wish Ib.
Come Ib, make a wish
"Make a wish Ib!"
"Yay! Happy birthday! Wish wish wish~!"
Ib stared at the flickering candles, they looked at her as if they were actually staring at her. The fire, it burned her eyes, as if they were peeking into her soul some how. They reminded her of everything she had lost, everything she had yet to gain why did Ib think so deeply about the silliest of things? Why did she care so much?
She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She felt like she was underwater in the deep blue.
'I wish I wish that'
Ib blew out the candles with a small smile, and looked around as everyone clapped for her. Of course Ami had to ask "What'd you wish for~?"
"I'm not saying anything." Ib hummed lightly and couldn't help but giggle, and Ami giggled in return "Aw, but Ib~"
"If I told you... it wouldn't come true."
Wishes were serious business.
Right after, the cake was sliced and
Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)It's so dark...so very dark. He knows for sure he's dead, but he can still hear the beating of his concrete heart against his steel ribs, taut skin stretched across metal framework.Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's not here. The darkness slides away as he blinks with non-existent eyelids and sucks in a breath with quicksand-filled lungs.
This world is empty. There is no Ivonne waiting for him with open arms and a warm smile. Nothing but blankness, miles and miles of empty, empty loneliness.
It's too much.
The realization that he is forever trapped in a cage of his own design- he can only watch numbly as he sinks to his iron knees, acidic tears burning holes into his eyes, his hands.
Over the endless decades, he gets accustomed to it. Watching as his artwork takes on a life of its own, devouring people, spitting them back out if they are indigestible.
Behind carnivorous, candy-colored bars consisting of mannequins and lady fingers, he can only dream pointlessly.
Until they arrive. A tiny, crimso
Promises Of Midnight Macaroons "I have to see you again."Promises Of Midnight Macaroons3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My footsteps echoed through the corridor that was bathed with a mix of a soft violet and a powerful royal blue.
Where am I? I mused as I continued.
A hand rested softly on my shoulders as we walked.
Who is that? I wondered in my thoughts.
A red rose was clutched in my small hands protectively, its soft velvet petals letting off some sort of mellow glow.
I turned around but nobody was there, meaning I was alone in the corridor. I began walking again, back to where I was headed.
Where am I going? I thought to myself silently.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound was my footsteps as I walked. I felt the hand resting on my shoulder but knew there was no one there.
"The rose "
I stopped walking and felt the sudden urge to turn around. Not being able to resist the temptation, I slowly turned and something caught my eye. A full and beautiful blue rose
Ib - Memories Crannies - IntroductionIntroductionIb - Memories Crannies - Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since the visit at that gallery there seemed to be something different in her. For one, there had been a lemon candy in her pocket. Considering she hated those, it was very unlikely that she should find one in her pocket. She didn't always hate them; but they now appeared to install a sense of despair in her. Then came the fact that she couldn't look at a rose without watering it and cried if she saw a wilted one; red roses too but especially blue ones. And when she had suddenly had a craving for macaroons, to say that her parents looked at her strangely was the understatement of the year. Among these, were other bizarre happenings: she rapidly grew a fond passion for the outdoors and the sun, which she seemed to think, may disappear; she absolutely hated all crayons and she had a particular disliking for palette knifes. Not that there was much occasion to use one. The Guertena gallery had certainly established a mountain of questions in her mind that
Ib Chapter 1In the early afternoon, under a gray sky...Ib Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery...
"Did you remember everything, Ib?"
"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?"
Ib nodded, "Yes mother."
"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"
Ib and her parents walked hand in hand into the art gallery
Ib's mother turned to face her young nine year old daughter and smiled gently. "Well, we're here... This is your first time in an art gallery, right, Ib?"
Ib nodded. Even though she may have not look as thrilled as most children would be to see an art gallery (though, most children her age wouldn't be interested in an art gallery in the first place), Ib was actually very happy to be here with her parents and spend some time together. Ib's mother picked up a small paper that sat on a display near the door and read it to herself. "We're here today to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena..,