Hesitating slightly, you pulled your hands off of your arms and stood before the ropes, holding your breath and tugging on the one to the far right.
Something fell from the ceiling, coming so close that you felt wind whoosh past your nose before it shattered to the ground. White porcelain fragments of glass conveyed the floor, the remains of a mannequin head smiling crookedly at you. "Where did that even come from...?" Garry was leaning over your shoulder, eyes wide. Truth be told, you were surprised that he hadn't screamed.
PLEASE NOTE THAT YOU PICKED THE "FIFTH CORD" THANKS
Turning away from the broken pieces of the monstrosity, you sighed and began surveying the ropes again.
1. First cord (I)
2. Second cord (I)
3. Third cord (I)
4. Fourth cord (I)
A/N: You know the drill. Pick one that you haven't chosen before, they don't have to go in order, blah, blah, blah.
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Red Paint: Ib
FanfictionA reader-insert/choose your own path version of the downloadable PC game, Ib. Visiting an exhibition of the late artist Weiss Guertena with your two friends, things take a curious turn as the visitors disappear leaving you all alone in an art galler...
