IB All Grown Up

IB All Grown UP - Chapter 1 - Falling Right Back In

Fifteen years... It had been fifteen years since Weiss Guartena's death, and a museum dedicated to the man's work decided to an expo to both celebrate the fantastical works of Weiss Guartena but also with the budget being quite high for this event, hard to find artworks he had once made and even older pieces bring restored to their glory for all ages to see, news of this expo had reached one silent but curious art student by the name of

IB

In the early afternoon, under a grey sky, the museum advertised newly found and restored artwork of the late Weiss Guartena, this sight was all too familiar to the now young adult IB, who found it so nostalgic to be here despite seeing his work almost weekly by now due to her college course, she wished her parents had the free time to come but sadly the two were both busy with their jobs.

As she stepped in, the inside matched what she remembered as a nine-year-old, aside from the newer rooms added over the years, She went to the front desk and of course, paid to properly look around at the art... however, she made sure to avoid that one room at all costs, she... she could never go through that hell once more, and it's not like Garry is here anyway...

"Garry..." the silent girl mutters to herself, Garry was the man who helped her through the painting world when she couldn't even understand most of the words the paintings were called.

He had always promised to meet her again one day but...now that was fifteen years ago, she had always wondered where he was now and if he was safe ever since then but for now she attempts to put those thoughts aside to gaze upon the art that had both scared her and inspired her to one day become an artist like Guartena himself.

She would indulge in the art pieces, both the ones she had seen before when she was nine or what she used, his art was so abstract she couldn't help but try to put herself in his shoes when he was painting some pieces, it would usually help her when it came to her art... even if she ended up feeling like a mere copy-cat most days, but as she walks through the halls she noticed one piece that seemed to be part of the expo's restored pieces, the writing under the art named the piece as Mary.

While IB didn't say anything, the shock made her step back for a moment, Even though she remembers burning down Mary's painting in the Fabricated world, this one is still intact, even more so now due to the event going on at the moment. IB's mind wondered about the possibility of Mary still being alive in the Fabricated world, and even feeling guilty about what she was forced to do to her back then... she shakes her head, maybe she just overreacting, even if that world is still there she can't enter it unless she goes into the one room she promised herself not to step into.

After that moment passes she walks past the stairs that would lead to the painting of the fabricated world, For a moment she stops and looks up into the room, she still finds it hard to believe that something like that world is real, that it wasn't just some nightmare she had as a child, she steps forward to continue but notices something, past a couple and their child she spots a girl with blonde hair and a green dress... she runs off down the hallway, IB's mind instantly jumps to it being Mary, before she calms down and tries to think that since the child is running around in a place this big she must be lost, she begins to follow her.

As she walked on, the lights flickered, fear ran up her spine for a moment but she kept trying to rationalise it, until the hallway just... stopped.

There was a wall just cutting the path off, and paint suddenly splashed against the wall wanting to be read, As IB approached it fearing the worst it only read the following:'Happy to see you again'As she stepped back from fear, much like how she did seeing Mary's painting, she felt her foot pass through the floor... no, when she looked back mid-fall she saw that she was somehow in front of the 'Abyss Of The Deep' art piece"A-Ah" Even if her scream was somewhat silent for someone falling, her fear was still there, As she fell it felt like she had fallen deep into the sea, the dim light from the museum fading as the dark blue of the sea surrounded her, her yell from fear only escaping her mouth as bubbles of air as she just kept falling... falling... and falling...