Huh? What happened?
I guess I better continue browsing more sculptures and paintings I guess. I saw my dad viewing some weird painting. I asked him where mom was. "Oh, she's at that rose sculpture I think. She's looking for you.
Mom wasn't there, but some strange man was in front of the sculpture of the rose. I accidentally disturbed him. "What is it little lady?" He asked. "What are you looking at?" I said. "Hm? Well it's a rose sculpture I guess. But when I look at this sculpture... I feel somehow sorrowful.. I wonder why?" He stopped talking. He sure is talkative.
"Ah, I'm very sorry I troubled you, Ib." He continued.
How does he know my name? Who is this man?
"Wait, what. Who's Ib?" He asked himself. "That's me.." I answered. "What? That's your name? You're really Ib? I mean, that is very strange since, I don't know you at all.." I just stared at him since I have no clue what he's talking about. "Have we perhaps, met before?" He asked me. I shook my head. I don't really recognize him. He started walking away, I was too interested in watching him. He stopped walking and pulled out something from the pocket of his coat. "Huh, a handkerchief? Where did I get this from?" That was a familiar handkerchief.
I checked my pocket, and I couldn't find mine.
"So it's true. Your name is Ib." He walked towards me. "But how did this end up here?"
Suddenly, a flashback occurred.
His hand was wounded, so I gave my handkerchief to him in an odd place.
"Yes.. I was given this handkerchief.." He talked to himself. "You do remember that, Ib?" He asked me.
Yes, I do. I remember everything now. Garry.. That's his name right?
"Yes, are you Garry?" I asked. "Yes, yes I am. Oh Ib! We got back safely!" He then digged his pocket and grabbed a piece of paper. "I remember, I made this letter for you while you were sleeping. Here, keep it. A remembrance." He gave it to me. It was crumpled and the marking of the letters were seen. "Don't worry, I used easy words so you can understand my letter! There's so much more to talk about but, I have to get going. Oh! Is it alright if I hold on to this handkerchief a little longer?". I nodded. I do want him to keep it. "I'll make this clean and then give it back..."
Because we will see each other again!
He hugged me for the last time.
I felt safe for the very first time.
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Ib
FanfictionA girl named Ib, visits the art gallery with her parents, after contemplating different works made by the famous artist, Weiss Guertena, she notices that something had changed. *Based on the horror game "Ib", all the names of the characters are give...