Ib All Alone Afterstory

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Ib All Alone AFTERSTORY

Ib walked cluelessly down the same hallway for what seemed like the trillionth time.
Ever since she lost Garry in the rose incident, she had convinced herself she would find him or Mary again. Even though Garry is in eternal 'sleep' and Mary is… well… dead.
If only she just went through the painting to get back to the existent world, she would escape this painted planet and wouldn't have to fight for survival everyday.
If only she saw through 'Garry's' disguise, it was Guertena who set it up. Ib really thought she had found her Garry. But no, it had to be a painting…
'Another one of Guertena's works.' She thought, smirking as she walked past mannequin head. She began her journey up a fleet of stairs, kneeling beside the purple-haired Garry and stroking his hands.
'He's cold…' She thought, taking out her blanket from in her pockets and spreading it out over Garry. It had holes in it and it was unclean, but if it was warm, she didn't think Garry would mind.
She took out her lighter, clutching it closely to her chest. 'This is what I used to burn down the weeds that blocked my path.' She thought, anger building up inside of her.
The brunette walked up to the brown door, feeling the rough wood on it before sliding her hand onto the doorknob and turning it. She walked into a room, almost like a corridor except furnished. It was complete with chairs, tables, and a long red rug that was placed throughout the whole width of the room.
Ib had to hold back her nostalgic tears as she passed the blue petals and stem of a once beautiful blooming rose. She didn't dare want to move it or even touch it, as she was afraid it would cause a paradox and start the whole ridiculous disarray again.
Incoming was a huge painting. It had Mary, the blonde girl with a green schoolgirl dress.
She was in a natural innocent position, standing up with her hands in her lap, her hair and clothes flowing in the wind. The painting was complete with yellow, red and blue roses… The same colour as Ib and Garry's.
She sighed, sitting in front of it, staring up at the painting.
"If I didn't burn the frame… I would have company…. And I wouldn't have to be so lonesome."
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours.
From what Ib considered a small visit, was almost like a whole day.  Ib felt comfort and distraught in this room, which was a weird mix. She inspected every single feature in the painting, the yellow roses stood out like a sore thumb.
The young 9 year old girl winced at it, "Painted fake flowers…" She looked down to her own red rose and smiled. 'The nostalgia is coming back' She thought with grief, as she existed the room. She suddenly stopped, then turning back to grab the painting of her once friend. She slowly closed the door, as it closed with a gentle tap.
She yawned, stretching, it was later then she had thought. She scuttled clumsily to the sleeping Garry, still clothed with the old blanket.
The brunette crawled under with him, leaning her head against his shoulder, and slowly drifting off to sleep, the last thought that shot through her mind before her slumber was before when they were all together…. Forever.
"Goodnight guys…. I'll miss you."