Ib

The true museum

Ib's pov.

Garry and I reach the orange dungeon. Compared to the others we have done, this was nothing special. There was a small white ant walking around on the floor.

"I wanna go home, but this hole is in the way.." It says to us.

Garry shrugs and we keep moving. There was a room of paintings with different colored frames. Garry and I look at each one. We see that the anthill painting could be removed, so we take it off the wall and place it over the hole.

"Yay! I can go home now!" The ant says joyously. 

We move out of the way off the ant and continue out journey. We passed two strange, dancing flowers. They were called 'stubborn twins.' And I could see why.  We walk along untill we reach two twin doors.

We go into the first one and the room was pitch black.

"Don't worry Ib. " Garry says and gets out his lighter. "It is times like these that I'm glad I have my lighter."

He tries to turn it on but it dosen't.

"Sorry Ib.. But it's out of oil.." He says shortly.

We sigh and go back. We then try the neighboring door. There was a room with a strange painting of a 'mistake'. It was a man with a scribble over his face. I though t it was very odd looking.

Garry and I press on deeper into the room. There were pins falling down from the wall towards us. We hurried and dodged the pins. I took the risk of stopping them, stepping in a strange black rose in the process. The pins stop falling and I look to Garry.

"Weird.." He says, and I agree.

There was a butterfly stick to the wall. I pulled out the pins from its wings and it flies away. It was called the 'imprisoned flame.'

Garry and I head back and hear a crashing noise. The painting of the mistake had broken free of it's frame. Its face was scribbled out, so I wasn't to worried about it chasing us.

Garry and I catch the butterfly and leave the room. We start back to the room with the paintings when the butterfly flies away.

Garry and I follow the butterfly to see where it was going.

The butterfly had gone into a painting of a candle. The painting could be taken off the wall and so, we took it.

I got an idea. "He Garry. If that painting is a candle... Would it give off light?" I ask.

He looks at me. "I suppose it might.. Why?" He reads my smile and smiles back. "Now I get it."

We head back to the room of darkness, ands sure enough.. The candle gave off some light. We walked around and came across a few easles with different colored numbers on them.

There was a yellow three, an orange eight, a red seven, a violet nine, a blue two, and a green one.

"What are these for..?" I ask Garry curiously.

"Maybe they are a code of some sort?" He says unsurely.

We look around the dark, crowded room some more And see a painting. 'Malice's true form' is its name. I hold up the candle to see a scary decapitated head.

I let out a scream, but Garry covers my mouth with his hand.

"Its alright Ib." He says soothingly. "It won't hurt you, I won't let it."

I look up and him and nod, he moves his hand.

We find another painting. It was titled 'alarm for the clock'. I hold up the candle hesitantly, but am relieved to see it was just a switch. I flip the switch and hear a faint dinging noise. Almost like a bell.