Ib: Back To The Drawing Board (Ib AU)

Back To The Drawing Board: Prologue

Italics = Narration

Bold = Character's thoughts

Bold + Italics = Author notes

It was a cloudly, foggy Saturday Afternoon Ib and her parents were about to go to the Gallery of Rousseau for Ib's Birthday

"So the Gallery of Rousseau am I right?" Says my dad

"Eh, Yeah I guess"

I say in kind of a tired tone because seriously I am, like mom and dad literally woke me up at 11 AM saying they had some kind of "suprise" for me, I have no idea what the hell it is but I seriously do not know how to feel about it

"Oh, you don't really seem that excited" Says my mom in a kind of dissapointed tone

"I don't even know where the heck you guys are even taking me"

My dad laughs

"Well we decided because you're turning 16 we take you to see the Gallery of Rousseau"

An Art Gallery huh? Well I wasn't really expecting that to be the suprise but honestly it's better than nothing am I right? At least it's better than when you go to the restaurants and whoever you're there with tells the employees it's your birthday and when they get there to sing happy birthday to you and you're literally just sitting there awkwardly in your chair not knowing what the heck you're supposed to do while your parents are just taking videos and pictures of you and you're just thinking someone please get me out of here. Yeah... that's fun, and plus Art Galleries are pretty relaxing to be honest but sometimes the stuff there can be pretty unsettling

"Cool I guess"

"Oh! Right did you remember to give Ib her gift" Says my mom in a pretty excited tone

"Oh I almost forgot"

This is exactly why my parents confuse the hell out of me sometimes

"Is it the small white gift box wrapped with red ribbon beside me?" I say pointing to the gift box

"Yep that's the one"

"Alright"

I grab the perfectly wrapped gift box and set it down on my lap, I remove the ribbon then remove the lid from the box

"A pocket knife...?" I say sounding confused

An odd gift choice but ok

"Yep! you're at the age right now where creeps might try to trick you into talking to them and then they take you to their house and-"

"Are you implying that I kill them! Dude I'll get arrested!"

"Well kinda but at the same time it's self defense" Says my dad

What the actual hell

"You haven't seen the best part yet!" Says my mom

"Turn the knife over"

I do what my parents say and turn the knife over and I see that my name is carved to the blade of the knife, Ok i'm actually kinda starting to like the gift now and no i'm not plotting to kill anyone with the knife I might just hang it up on my wall or something, y'know for decoration

"Do you like it?" Asks my dad

"It's cool... I guess"

I decide to put the knife in my pocket and like I said no i'm not plotting to kill anyone I just want to keep it

"And we're here!" Says my dad

I open the car door and step outside, the Gallery of Rousseau... seriously when I saw photos of this place it looks pretty small but no it's seriously so much bigger in person, dang now I understand what the hype is all about with this place I mean Rousseau is like best artist of the decade, no of like, the century he's like the next Van Gogh that's how good the guy is

I open the door to the gallery and now I really understand what the hype is all about something about the atmosphere of the place is completly mezmerizing now I know why people enjoy art galleries so much, Well time to snap back into reality before my parents think I zoned out or something

"Wow! this place is great" Says my mom

"It really is" Says my dad

We walk to the front desk and we are greeted by a man in about his late 30's

"Hello! Welcome to the Gallery of Rousseau, are you here today to see the gallery?

"Yes" Says my dad

"Alright! here is a map of the place"

He then points to a map on the desk, Wow I definitely feel like I'm gonna get lost in this place

"Ok, Thank you" Says my dad

"No problem! Enjoy your time here and if you have any questions we have more maps located around the gallery so you can hopefully find the front desk"

"Sounds good"

We then walk away from the front desk and near the actual entrance to gallery where all the paintings are

We open the door to the gallery where the paintings are

"Wow"

Is the only thing I can say and don't worry it's the good kind of wow I kind of have a monotone voice so it's kind of hard to tell my mood but i'm actually kind of enjoying this for once

"Well Ib, your Father and I are gonna go ahead on our own now so we're gonna leave you to explore on your own, remember your phone is in your pocket so just call if you need something, ok? good bye now"

Then they left...

Wow ok you're just gonna leave me on my own? Well eh not like I really care or anything I mean I kinda prefer to be alone so it's fine really

I then decide to walk around and kind of explore the gallery there's people of all ages right here people coming here alone, couples, and families, I can see why this is the most popular gallery people at school even talk about it, I admit it's great the paintings are extremely relaxing to look at and it gives a feeling of warmth in your heart

Well can't really say the same for most of the paintings I mean most of the paintings were just creepy and plain unsettling to look at and the names of it were kinda just weird and creepy... Like there's this one painting called "The knife in his back" where's it's this grey mannequin looking thing with multiple knives in his back and just blood all over his back, I can't really describe it fully but all I can say is that it's weird

Huh? I notice this area there's no doors or anything but for some reason there's no one in there, Should I go in? I think to myself, No screw it i'm going in there

I step in the area and right when I step one foot in I suddenly just get this feeling of anxiety like something's telling me I shouldn't go in there, I decide to just ignore the feeling and just step inside and there I'm greeted by a huge painting it has the colors Red,Blue and Orange mixed together "The New World" What is this?

I take a closer look at the painting, And then, I start to feel extremely dizzy and nauseous

"Ah what the hell... is... hap...pening?"

And before I know it

Everything went black

A/N: Andddd the Prologue is done! This part is dedicated to my friend @Andiafashion13 good luck on your surgery hopefully you see this part before the doctors put you out, Anywayyy sorry if there's any grammar errors in this it's currently 3AM when I'm writing this and I'm tired out of my freaking mind right now so I'm gonna go to sleep right now. So bye I guess