Fulfilling a Promise ([Ib] Garry x Reader)

Welcome to the World of Guertena (BAD END)

The door creaks open, and I am greeted with Garry's soft voice. I look into the door, and he sits there on the ground, head tilted downward, with a sinister grin on his nearly colorless face. The room is covered with the hideous blue dolls, some scattered across the floor, some bigger ones sitting on little pedestals, and a large blank canvas with a vibrant pink frame on the wall. Garry starts to laugh a bit, and he talks. Not to anyone in particular, in fact no one at all.
"Is that so? Eheheheheh...."
I immediately become concerned for him, so I call out.
"G-Garry? Garry?!"
"Ahahaha...oh, sure! Sometimes-yeah, yeah.."
I kneel down to his level and I grab his shoulders while staring into his now colorless eye.
"Garry, are you okay?! Talk to me, what happened? Garry!"
"Don't see that everyday right? I just ran out, you see..."
I start to shake his shoulders.
"Garry I need you to tell me what happened! Snap out of it Garry!"
"Oh, I really love it. But it takes a while for sure..."
The salty tears fall from my eyes as soon as they begin to form.
"...you idiot! Why'd you go in here by yourself, dumbass?!"
"Oh, you too? Why, we certainly do get along, don't we?"
I can't stay mad at him forever. After all, this was my fault. I could have done something. I could've made him stay out of here, I could've gone myself...he doesn't deserve this...this is all my fault...I just want to talk to the real Garry one last time..I just want to feel his real embrace again, I just want to feel his real lips on my skin again, I just...need him.
"Please, Garry...I need you...please wake up Garry..."
I lose my composure entirely and collapse onto him, sobbing into his left shoulder. He's gone. Garry's gone, and it's all my fault. I suddenly hear light footsteps and familiar childlike voices. It must be Ib and Mary, but I don't care anymore. The grief and guilt is consuming my consciousness. Ib asks me something along the lines of "Are you two okay?" but it's almost inaudible. They're talking now, but it's just white noise. Oh god...am I losing my sanity, too? Am I just an empty shell endlessly grieving over the loss of my love?
(Y/N), snap out of it. He wouldn't want you to go out like this.
It doesn't matter...I just want to be with Garry, even if he's changed...
I've made up my mind. If he's died, then I will too. Nothing else matters. My body collapses and my head falls into his soft lap. I pull out my (R/C) rose, the few petals left softly glowing. I take the last of my sanity and apologize to Ib and Garry, for my change of heart, but I look around, she's sprawled out on the floor, dead. I hear high pitched maniacal laughing, presumably Mary. Eh, it doesn't matter anymore. I slowly pluck the petals off the rose, wanting myself to suffer for everything I've done, to Ib and Garry.
"Loves me...loves me not...loves me...lov e s m e n o t . . . l o v e s m e ..."
The last petal is plucked, and I painfully close my eyes while in my beloved's stone cold embrace.

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