The rose, chainsaw, scissors, and bat

The rose

Chapter 1: The red rose

My name is Ib. I am already 12 years old and I am with Garry once more. We haven't seen each other since that day. That day when we were trapped in that museum. I am very happy that we could see each other again. "Ah! That's right." Garry raised his head and fished something out from his pocket. "Here, Ib. I forgot to give this to you" Garry handed me a white-laced hankerchief with 'Ib' written on it. "Thank you, Garry." I received my hankerchief and remained silent. We were completely silent for a few minutes while walking. Until Garry said, "Look Ib! It's that macaroon shop that I was talking about 2 years ago. Let's have some!" Garry grabbed my hand and excitedly approached the shop. Oh Garry. . .

Garry opened the door and he let me go in first. My eyes were pretty affixed to the glamorous room. Well-dressed tables. Fancy chairs. Is this really a simple macaroon shop? "Let's sit down, Ib!" he took me a seat in which I sat it down afterwards. The waitress gave me a menu. "Is there something you want to eat, Ib? Or should I order for you?" Garry asked. The menu made me dizzy. The words are so confusing. What am I reading? Is the first thing I thought. "You can order for me, Garry" I handed him the menu, looking down. "Are you ok, Ib?" he asks with a worried look. "Yeah, i'm fine." I answered. "Ok then. I am going to order now." he stood up and went to the counter. I am still amazed by the decorations of this place. I started to look around the place and saw something very familiar.

I saw the 3 same roses. The red, blue and yellow roses. The same roses when we were at that museum. I quickly stood up and went near it.

Strange. . . Why are the three roses here? Of all colors, why these? Who put these stuff here? Who brought them here? Why yellow and blue? Tons of questions began to rise. Suddenly, Garry held my hand. "Ib, are you really alright?" "Yes I am. It's just that. . . these roses. . ." I showed him the red, blue and yellow roses. His eyes widen when he noticed the roses. "How. . ." he mumbled faintly. Is this supposed to be a joke?

"Ib" a faint voice whispered through my ear. I looked around and there are no signs of someone

who just walked around. Garry said, "Let's just nevermind this. Come on, Ib. Let's go back to our seats." I nodded and sat back to our seat.

~ time skiiiip ~

After the full day with Garry, I decided to go home and eat the leftover macaroons. They were quite delicious. We said our goodbyes and I asked a question, "uhm. . . when will I see you again, Garry?" Garry kept quiet for a few seconds and smiled, "Don't worry, Ib. We will meet again someday." He left. I started to walk at the familiar street. That museum then was still around in this street. "This museum. . ." I mumbled as memories flashed back to our adventures with Garry and Mary. Mary. . . that girl who betrayed us. . . that lovely painting. . . I decided to go inside the museum for the last time. As I went inside, everything feels nostalgic. The white painted wall, the same old paintings. . . it's just like when I was 9 years old. "Welcome, milady" the guy in the counter said. "Would you like to roam around and observe the paintings?" he asks. I nodded and continued to explore the old museum. I went upstairs to see that painting. The painting where everything started and ended. I found it.

Fabricated World.

As I was about to touch the painting, I felt Mary's prescence. I looked behind my back "M-Mary? Are you there?" I quietly whimpered.

Footsteps were suddenly heard downstairs. I started to panic. The footsteps were just getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes and wished, "Please help me. . ."

And everything went dark. ". . . Garry"