Short Stories

The Revival Of Mary

Disclaimer: I do not own Ib or any of its characters

On a fine Tuesday, Ib was walking with Gary to her school. "So Ib are you excited for this semester?" Garry asked. She nodded and smiled. When they got there, Gary handed Ib her bag. "You be careful, okay?" He said kneeling and next to her.

"I will Garry! Don't worry, we're not in that world anymore." Ib said looking down. She remembered how it terrified her thinking that she could die at any second. Then she remembered Mary. Mary, the only girl that was her age, in that..... cruel world. She felt like she had to help her somehow.

Shaking it off, she smiled at Garry and walked to school.

Time Passes

Ib looked at the sky while walking home. 'Mary always wanted to see a real sky for herself' she thought. Then she had a brilliant idea... Lets Recreate Mary!

Work

Ib and Garry talked about random things until Ib brought up Mary. "Hey... Garry? do you remember Mary?" she asked.

"....Yes....why?" Garry answered.

"Well.... Lets revive her!" Ib yelled. Garry was shocked at first, then softened when he saw the determination in her eyes.

"okay. where do we start?" he said smiling. She said paint. So they got paint. Ib refused to stop painting until it was done. By the time they were done, it looked exactly like Mary.

Except for one thing. "What are we missing?.... her rose!" Garry said. He painted a rose and nothing happened.

"Mary? are you there?" Garry asked the painting. Nothing. Ib started to shake. "Ib? what's wrong?" he asked. A single tear fell down her cheek as she choked out "Mary......"

Crash!

"Ow! what the-" a voice said from the painting. A girl stood up and brushed herself off.

"How am I not dead, I was just bur-" the blonde haired girls eyes went wide as she realized where she was.

"M-Mary?!" Garry said, befuddled.

The little girl didn't answer, instead she was staring at Ib. "Mary......" said Ib as a smile appeared on the little brunettes face.

"Ib......." tears were falling from Mary's eyes as she ran into Ib's arms.

End.