Fulfilling a Promise ([Ib] Garry x Reader)

Forgotten Portrait (BAD END)

I slowly arise from the hard ground, head throbbing. I look around and the monsters are everywhere. The headless mannequins, the mannequin heads, the painting women, even the dolls. The floor is scribbled all over with crayon, crudely drawn roses and dolls and train tracks somewhat tracing the perimeter of the room. My first priority is to find Ib and Garry. I then hear a low groan in pain from underneath me. I look over and my face immediately flushes.
I totally just fell on top of Garry.
I scurry away from his form, and ask him if he's okay. He sluggishly lifts his head.
"Oh, (Y/N)...y-yeah, I'm fine. How about you?"
"I should be able to walk it off."
I get up from the ground and help him up. We then hear a small voice from behind us. Ib, looking a bit pale and weak.
"Oh my! Ib, what's wrong?"
"I can't find my rose."
Oh my god. Oh no. No no nonononononono I am not lettin this precious child die here no way jose
"You can't? That's no good at all! You had it when we fell down, so it must be in the Toy Box somewhere!"
And then as if on cue, a high pitched girly giggle echoes throughout the room.
"Oh, what's this? A present for me?"
It didn't take much time to find where the voice came from. It's Mary, and that disgusting blue and (R/C) doll again. Wait..what's that in its hand?
Ib's red rose.
"Wow, it's so pretty! Can I have it?"
The doll hops up to Mary's hand and hands over the rose.
"Yaaayy! Thank you!"
With fury and fear coursing through our veins, we run over to her and confront her. Garry tries to resolve this peacefully, because I think he knows all too well that she'll start plucking those petals as soon as he lays a hand on her.
"M-Mary...that rose..."
"Hm? Ohh, so you're saying this is Ib's? I thought I've seen it before!"
"Mary, please..give that back to Ib."
"Ib, do you want this back?"
Ib nods her little head. Her eyes are dilated a little and she became even paler. She's scared too.
"Hm...well...
How about we trade for Garry and (Y/N)'s rose?"
Wait what?
Garry and I both tense up and briefly look at each other.
"I like red and all, but...I like blue and (R/C) even more! See, this doll's blue with a (R/C) dress too! Isn't she cute? And I know Ib likes to pet cute things!"
The doll jumps up and down excitedly, distorted giggling coming from its sinister grin.
"So, wanna trade?"
I was thoroughly sickened. This imposter of a sweet child is sacrificing our lives based on the color of our roses. I look over to Ib, and I couldn't tell what she was trying to tell me. She wouldn't talk, and her eyes show pleading, but pleading for what? Then I look over to Garry. He's tensed up, large hands shaking. But I can tell what he's trying to say with his face. He looks sorrowful, but determined. He needs to do this. He promised that we'd get out of here, no matter what. And I understand where he's coming from. Ib has a life to live, full of promise. At least we'd be dying together. Though still, it's bittersweet. I return his expression with a nod. We need to do this.
"Understood. Please, give me Ib's rose in exchange for ours."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes..."
Garry then takes my rose away, the (R/C) petals barely illuminating his face as he gives it to Mary along with his blue one. And, as told, she gives him Ib's rose in return. She starts laughing immediately when our roses were placed into her hand.
"Yaaayy! Pretty, pretty flower..."
And as she skips away, maniacally laughing, Garry turns to Ib, bends down and gives her her red rose. Her tears fell onto her rose as soon as she got it.
"I-I'm sorry..."
Oh, this poor thing...
I get down to my knees and look her straight in her ruby red eyes.
"Oh no, don't be sorry, Ib..it wasn't your fault. Besides, at least I feel like I've repaid the favor."
I gently embrace the small girl.
"You know, it'll make us feel a lot better if we get to see your pretty smile.."
As I get up from the floor, Garry chimes in.
"Yeah, be cheery! And, about our roses, we'll just catch Mary and get them back. Let's do our best, I know we're almost there!"
Finally, Ib gives us a small smile. I swear when this cutie smiles everything gets just a bit better. But all of a sudden, the floor starts rumbling, and before we know it, we're sprinting across the Toy Box. We reach a long corridor, badly scribbled in roses and stars coat the walls. The floor is a-wait.
A blue petal.
Oh no.
I look ahead a bit and I see a (R/C) petal, then a blue, then a (R/C). I guess I didn't notice the pain cause of the running, but now that I think about it, my head feels like it's about to explode. I can hear her voice echoing throughout the halls.
"Loves me...
Loves me not...
Loves me..."
And with every passing phrase I feel myself getting weaker, until I fall to my knees. I look over, and Garry's joined me. Ib stops in her tracks and looks over to us. Garry then speaks, his voice a bit raspier now.
"Um...Ib? C-Could you go on ahead? I-I...I don't know what to say...I don't want to lie, but...but I don't want to tell the truth either..if you need my help, I'll come running...g-go on..ahead..."
And with him getting weaker with each passing word, Ib desperately ran off to find Mary and save us. Garry leans up against a wall and pulls me close to him. He takes a strand of my (H/C) hair and twirls it in his finger.
"I know that you didn't w-want to go out like this, (Y/N), and that I promised w-we'd all get out of here, and for that I-"
With the last bit of courage I had, I cut him off by gently kissing him on his thin lips.
"It's okay, Garry...I understand...I'd rather die with you rather than all alone..S-Speaking of which, I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for us..."
"B-But of course, (Y/N)...it's the least I can do for everything you've done for me.."
I try to smile as genuinely as I could. The pain is getting worse by the second, and I'm finding it hard to breathe. I rest my head in the nook of his neck. I whisper with the last of my strength,
"I love you, Garry.."
"I love you too, (Y/N)..."
And with that, we exhale our final breaths.

Ib opens her red eyes to finds clean white walls and fancy music being faintly played. She went to an art gallery with her parents to look at the late Guertena's artwork. She had split up with her parents to look about the gallery herself, but she feels it's about time she finds them. As she walks around, she has to admit, Guertena really was a great artist, although she only likes a few of his pieces. All the others are far too creepy, and she'd rather embrace her sworn enemy than be around them. Just before going down the small flight of stairs towards the lobby, a certain painting catches her eye.
"Forgotten Portrait"
It was a gorgeous painting of a couple lightly embracing each other, one with very pale skin and lavender hair and the other with (S/C) skin and (H/C) hair. Their hands are intertwined, but their skin slightly bloodied, for they're tangled in very sharp looking rose thorns. The frame is sprinkled with blue and (R/C) roses, darkening at the edge of the petals, a sign of wilting.
Ib really seems to like it. But, she feels an odd aurora around it, like she's seen those people before. She dismisses it as minor deja vu, and goes off to find her beloved parents. But little did she know, she had seen them before. And there they lay, in the world where art was a monstrosity, and their last moments interpreted through a painting.

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