Cruel Life [Ib Fanfic]

Awaken

Haaaaaaai. This is my second fanfic! Every chapter will be Mary's POV.

I opened my eyes and recognized the dark room I'm in. My head kinda hurts and I'm just here, lying on the cold floor. "Hello, Mary!" A hand reached out as a man's voice filled the room. "Welcome to your home." I grabbed his hand and stood up from my position. "Who are you?" He held my hand and a smile appeared on his face. "You don't know? I'm your father!" Then he gave me a bag with things in it. "In there are coloring books, other books, and dolls; all for you." I became happy and hugged my father. "Thank you!!" Then the door suddenly creaked. A woman in red was crawling from a picture frame behind a headless statue. "Ah, this is our family." He introduced. "Want a tour in this gallery?" He asked as I showed a confused face. "Hehe, a gallery means a place full of pictures and stuff." Then the tour began.

We went to different places with amazing stuff! I lived at a mini-village where the place is colored by crayons. And a house where I could draw at the huge walls was for me. Then we entered a different place. It was like going to a different world. And I met my family. Big sis, Uncle Lips, Brother Mistake, the Married Couple, and many more! After the tour, we went back to my- I mean, our  house.

"Look, father, there's a doll in my room!" I shouted as he put me down from his shoulders. "How did it got here?" I ran towards it and hugged it as tight as I can. "Maybe someone snatched my gift and put it here." Then big sisters began to whistle and to crawled away from my room. "What a spoil." The grin stayed on his face. I let out a soft giggle as I took out the books from the bag. I set my doll beside some of the books.

*one hour later*

Father began to yawn and to stretch his arms. "Why did you yawned?" I picked up one of the crayons and colored a plain picture of a cat. "Because I'm tired." He continued watching me. "What?" I raised my head and my confused face was set. "Mary, do want to know how life works?" He asked. I nodded in return and continued coloring the picture. "Then I'll show you the books in here again." He answered. I looked at him and saw his heavy eyes pulling down. "How about, we go to sleep?" He suggested. I smiled in return. He showed me two beds in another room. One was blue and one was white. He put me on the blue bed and put me under the cover. He did the same to himself. "Father, before we sleep, I never knew what your name is. Who are you?"  I looked at him who seemed to be sleeping. I heard him say silently, "Weiss Guertena."