Upon entering the Orange Area, they entered a door at the easternmost corner of the hall. Inside were several paintings hanging on the wall. Then, there was a giant sleeping snake blocking the lower hallway parallel to the upper hallway.
"This... stubborn bastard! How can we pass this lazy-ass reptile?"
"I don't know, John. Honestly, you have become so apparently annoying that I am really sick of your absurd behavior of being angry when obstacles are on your path."
"I just want to get the hell out of this hell!!"
"That's not like that. It's just your decadent attitude. Time to settle it down."
"I am, but goddamn it. I'm not your mother."
After a brief argument, they headed up to the upper hallway, where they saw a giant hall, much like one in the Brown Area. Next to the hole was a white ant, walking on the floor, with the size of a very small stone. The ant talked to him.
"I am an ant. I can't cross this god-forsaken hole. I want to go home now," the ant complained.
"Why not crawl onto the wall? You are an ant... A FUCKING ANT!!!"
"Shut up! I need home, not seclusion!"
John had no idea what the ant wanted to. With no other option, they headed to the eastern hall of the room. At the walls, there were five paintings hanged on the wall in the order of size: A painting of ball in a red frame, a painting of a book in a blue frame, a painting of a shark in a yellow frame, a painting of a tea in a violet frame, and the Anthill Painting.
When John touched the Anthill Painting, he took it off the wall.
"I'm sure that we could use this."
"Ants like hills. That was an old saying."
They went back to the main hallway to where the hole was. He laid the Anthill Painting vertically to the hole and the white ant entered the painting.
"Thanks, both of you. I'm gladly appreciated for both of your help, but I have some unfinished business with you, freak."
John and Marie crossed the painting and went to the other side of the upper hallway. The door to the next area was locked. The way to the door was blocked by an unseemingly grumpy pink and blue rose. They were violently wild that they could strangle a person if approached.
"Stubborn Twins... I'm not sure about this."
The flowers viciously attacked them.
"Stay away from them! I guess we should find another way for them to sleep."
The two left the wild roses and headed west of the hall. Whilst heading, John saw a flashlight on the table. Next to it was a note from someone else. He read the note. Almost all of the parts of the note had been erased except for three words:
"...Truant Seconds Hand..."
"Truant... seconds hand? I have never heard of this one before."
He took the flashlight on the table. They went down the other side of the lower hallway, where it was previously inaccessible due to the Sleeping Snake. There were two doors that led to a particular room. At the middle of two doors was a giant clock with intricate designs, which it was not working. "I think this is the clock." The clock's hands were gone.
Curiously, the two ignored the clock and went to the right door. Inside was a storage room with several boxes and a very odd painting on the left. The painting's face was scribbled horribly, leaving only the body itself.
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Cursed Works™: The Resurrection|Finished
FanfictionInspired by the video game, Ib, this short series takes on John Fields, a 24-year-old man decides to visit the Guertena Art Gallery. As he enters the infamous painting, known as Fabricated World, consequences begin to arrive as strange things happen...