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.
"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
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
Garry x Ib - Sweet DreamsHaving fun?Garry x Ib - Sweet Dreams3 years ago in Romance More Like This
No, clearly this wasn't fun. She wanted out. She was cold, hungry and completely terrified. However if she displayed any signs of weakness to the beasts of the gallery, she knew she'd be as good as gone. Keeping a rational mind was the best way to survive in what she could describe a nightmare she had stupidly walked into. All the child wanted to do was go home to her mother's warm meals and her father's reassuring pats. She discarded that note from earlier and continued through the Hellish maze.
Her little red Mary-Janes came to a stop in front of shadowy lump in front of her. Her wide crimson eyes stared blankly at the object until she finally came to realize it was a person. She nervously approached him, her petite hands reaching to touch his shoulders. The sound of his tired breathing managed to calm her down, telling her that he was definitely human. Her gentle fingers touched him and
"Having fun?" The man whispered. His grip on her wrist was like a fleshy han
Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)Jealous?Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"-just so cute! He always compliments me and everything, Garry!" Ib said, delighted.
Garry stared at her blankly and poked at the food he had made for them. He was suddenly not hungry anymore. When Ib started to talk about her "friend" (She was in fifth grade for God's sake! Didn't girls still think guys had cooties?) he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He wanted to go kill that boy for some odd reason... Weird. His stomach started churning at the thought of the young boy. He really had not done anything; he really did like Ib. But, in Garry's eyes, this boy was bad news.
Everytime Ib's parents could not pick her up from school, Garry would always vonlunteer. After the whole incident at the Art Gallery, Ib's parents trusted Garry enough to know he was not a pervert. Which was quite often, actually. Ib's parents quite a lot. They wanted the "fancy" life for Ib, is what they always told Ib. Ib did not seem to mind. If her parents worked more, she could see Garry more.
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 All Alone - Oneshot'One of us holds something special to you. Can you find it?'Ib All Alone - Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
I'm Not Jealous! (Garry X Ib)"Hey, um, Ib..."I'm Not Jealous! (Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ib turned her attention to Mary, but continued walking.
"Do you like anyone?" Mary asked, pausing and fiddling with the end of her dress. She pink tinted on her cheeks, and she was smiling sheepishly.
Ib's cheeks burned as well. She shook her head 'no.' But, her mind was reeling. 'Ib, why did you lie to Mary?' She questioned herself. 'Mary's your friend, you should tell her who you like,' Her subconscience scolded her. 'I like Garry... A bit...' She thought, her cheeks turning red.
Mary bit her lip and smiled. "Really? I thought you liked Garry..." She said, quietly.
The two girls continued to walk through the Gallery, trying to find a way to get back to Garry.
Ib turned to Mary. "Do you like someone?" She asked quietly.
Mary smiled to her and whispered in her ear, "Garry." Her voice was excited, and she was grinning widely.
Ib stopped dead in her tracks. "G-Garry?" She asked.
Mary nodded. "Yep~!" She shouted happily. "He's so cute and so tall and so brave!" She cooed.
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 1Ib stared at the painting. It was just a simple portrait, a man in a blue coat holding a blue rose, asleep, and yet...Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do I know you?" thought Ib as she stared at the painting. The title was "Forgotten Portrait." ... forgotten...
"Wierd..." thought Ib as she continued to stare into the stained canvas. Where had she seen this man before? Had she just seen the painting somewhere before, on TV, or maybe in a book or something? Why couldn't she shake this feeling, this feeling of-
"Ib, darling! Time to go!" the familiar female voice called. "Mom..." thought Ib. She turned to the painting one last time, still trying to grasp and that fragment of a memory, and then turned to go...
He could feel it. She was right there, RIGHT THERE. Ib...sweet little Ib. Her eyes staring at him in wonder...wait, what?! Where was she going? No. NO. not again. Never, NEVER again. Sweet little Ib, you will not leave me again...
Ib went to step forward, but suddenly something covered
Ib: A Promise of Reunion."Garry?" Ib asked, her voice growing smaller. She gazed up at the taller boy with those large, brown eyes that forced sorrow into Garry's heart. He was a sucker for those innocent eyes of hers. She had yet to even part with his hand as she clung to it hopefully.Ib: A Promise of Reunion.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked back over his shoulder slowly, wisps of lavender hair blocking his right eye from Ib's view as always, but she thought what she could see of his face was..strangely perfect. His vivid, blue eye gleamed with happiness as it blinked under her soft gaze. Such beauty from a boy, Ib thought, and wondered why she felt so awe-struck by someone like him.
Garry smiled with ease, and knelt by Ib on his long legs. "Yes, Ib?"
She felt her cheeks flush with a tinsy bit of red as she spoke, like they did when she was scolded by her mother over the silliest of things, or when she stumbled over her own shoes in public. But Ib managed to force the words from her delicate lips with the last of
I Care About You, Ib (Garry X Ib)"Ehehehe... Ehehehe..."I Care About You, Ib (Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stumbled back, startled. "Did it just talk...?" I asked Garry. 'That's not the weirdest thing that has happened,' I face-palmed in my head.
"Flowers... Flower's are nice..." The paiting cooed.
Garry shrugged. "I-I think it did..."
"Give me that there flower," The painting went on. "And, I'll let you through... Ehehe..."
I stared at the picture uneasily. I was not sure if I should give him my rose or not... When ever I get hurt, the flower looses a petal...
"Ehehe... your flower, pretty please?"
I turned to Garry. "Garry, should I give him my rose?" My voice trembled a bit in fear.
I was not entirely sure what Garry would say, but he is older and adults know the right choices.
However, Garry was being a bit stubborn. He crossed his arms and glared at the painting. "Honestly? No, I don't think you should give him your flower," He said. "But, do what you want, Ib. You're old enough to make your own desicions..." He trailed off.
I rolled my eyes. How old did he th
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
Marry Me? (Ib X Garry)"Garry…?" Ib's soft voice awoke Garry from his daydream of Ib as a little kitty.Marry Me? (Ib X Garry)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ib giggled when Garry's cheeks turned a bright pink and muttered a, "Sorry…" For not paying attention to the young girl. In his defense, Ib definitely would look cute with cat ears and a tail. Aw, and then she would purr so cutely and-
He shook his head to snap out of his day dream and he looked at the small brunette again.
The two were currently seated at a bench in the local park. Ib’s parents had met Garry and granted him permission a couple of months ago to take their daughter out to the park or to get ice cream every once in a while or when the young girl's parents would go out for the day, they would ask Garry to watch the little brunette.
Garry had agreed very quickly to the offer since he loved to be around the little girl. She truly was a mysterious person. Over the months of the two going to the park and getting ice cream with each other, Ib and Garry learn
New Friendship (Aya and Ib)"Hi, my name's Aya."New Friendship (Aya and Ib)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"...My name's Ib."
"That's a weird name..."
"So is Aya."
"Well, I never... Um... How old are you?"
"Really? So am I!"
"You don't talk much, do you?"
"I'm taking that as no..."
Aya sighed at the girl in front of her. She really did not know what to say. The girl was completely quiet and showed no emotion. She was a bit... Boring. She had pretty eyes, though. Aya had never seen such a color before. They were blood red and it made Aya cringe a bit. 'Blood red just like Father's blood...' She thought, bitterly.
Ib stared right back at the other girl. She had nothing to say to her. She was a bit odd, though. 'That's a pretty big bow...' She thought, smiling to herself in her head.
Aya saw a small smile dance on Ib's lips. The girl felt her own facial expression turn happy. Aya tilted her head at the girl. "So, why did Maria want us to meet?" She asked.
Ib shrugged. "I don't know... Garry told me that you and I have a lot of things in common..."
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..,
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 3The statue immediately charged after Ib, throwing it's hands up trying to reach out for her. Ib turned and ran towards the door to the narrow corridor with the endless ditch and paintings bridge. Ib ran until she saw the portrait laying on the ground. She turned her head to see where the statue was still chasing her, just a few meters away. Ib ran across the painting again, and this time it caved through and made a hole. Ib's foot was caught in the hole, and the statue was still gaining in on her. She pulled her foot out, ripping the remaining parts of the canvas for the Ant's self-portrait. The statue stepped though the hole of the portrait, immediately crashing down onto the ground. It's arms was holding on for their dear life, trying to pull the rest of itself out of the hole. It was too late, and the statue with the portrait fell down into the hole, which was apparently not endless, as Ib heard a dull thud as the statue and portrait hit the bottom of the pit.Ib Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ib walked out of the r
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
Ib Chapter 4Ib passed the hanging dolls and went to the combination. Green X multiplied by a Red X. Thankfully Ib was a whiz at multiplication, and knew eighteen multiplied by nine is one-hundred and sixty two. Add four to that would be one-hundred and sixty-six. Ib entered the number, and heard a soft click. Ib opened the unlocked door to another room, it was full of wooden trees. All of them had bright green leaves that were obviously unreal, but only one of them bared fruit. It was a red apple, which unlike the leaves seemed very realistic, but when Ib touched it she felt how it was hard, wooden also. She picked it off the tree. Now what was she to do with an apple? Ib promptly left the room and decided to go back to where she first entered the big room. Passing yet another flailing hand, Ib walked down the hallway with the sign saying "BEWARE OF LIPS".Ib Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tossed the red apple back and forth from her hands, and heard a soft, scratchy voice come from the wall.
Sick and Twisted (One-Sided Garry X Ib)The world does not need people like me.Sick and Twisted (One-Sided Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"People like me" meaning people in love with someone nine years younger than you. What kind of sick person would fall in love with a child?
I have fallen for Ib.
I can not help myself, though. I love her.
She is beautiful and so silent and mysterious. I wonder what she thinks of every day. What emotions she hides behind those blood, red, emotionless eyes that she owns.
What does she feel?
I will never know.
I know it is wrong and sick and just forbidden in general.
I can not help myself.
She is caring, kind, and I know for a fact that she's a brave kid. She is not afraid of anything.
Well, not that I know of.
Her hair is beautiful. It flows perfectly. It falls to her shoulders and I know that she does not think she is pretty. I want to tell her she is beautiful and does not compare to anyone.
She does not think so. She thinks that Mary is way more beautiful.
Mary is beautiful.
Mary is a painting, though. She is supposed to be b