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Subconscious Nightmares

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    Come, IB.

    She wanted to scream, to run away. All she wanted was to be rid of this horrid place and find her mother and father again, wherever they may be. IB ran her fingers through her brown hair, imagining plucking every last strand from her skull. She wondered if she would bleed. If doing that would bring more pain than the pain she was in now.

    Come play with me, IB.

    “No…!” She muttered, desperately searching the floor for something. Anything. Anything at all. Placing a shaky hand on her chest, she began trying to untie the ribbon on her uniform. IB wondered if she would be able to breathe better, maybe even easier if she did this. However, she was incapable of the action and instead fell to the ground and let herself curl up into a ball on the blood colored floor.

    Thief! Thief!

    “STOP IT!” IB yelled, placing her hands over her ears. “Stop it, stop it. Just leave me alone.”

    IB, I have a special place to show you. I know you’ll like it.

    “I don’t like it. I don’t!” Beginning to sob, IB gripped the blue rose that suddenly appeared in front of her. She brought it to her chest, cradling it, as if it were a weak little child.

    This gallery… You surely will never leave!

    “NOOOOO!!”



    IB gasped, reaching her hands out instantly, grabbing anything that came in contact first. It was a blanket – warm and soft. Relaxing only a little, she brought the blanket to her face, nuzzling up to it, only to find herself sneezing because of the feathers.

    Wait… Feathers?

    IB opened her eyes to a curious surprise. She stared dumbstruck for some time, staring at what seemed to be a jacket. Though, it wasn’t just anyone’s jacket. With the jacket themed with purple hues, IB couldn’t but shed a tear.

    “IB, are you al—?” A man called, glancing over from behind the bookcase. He stopped midsentence, stunned by the brunette’s puffy, red eyes. Without saying another word, the man made his way toward IB, at the same time, pushing his purple bangs away from his face nervously. He sat in front of her, reached his hand out, and patted her softly on the head.

    “Gary,” IB smiled. She was relieved. Though, she didn’t know why, she found herself not caring about the reason. She was fond of the feeling no less.

    “You have a nightmare?” Gary murmured, continuing to pat IB on the head soothingly. “It’s over now, you know. The gallery shut down weeks ago. There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”

     She nodded, letting herself laugh off the suddenly tense atmosphere. “You’re right. It was foolish.”

    Gary, how can you do it? How can you look so calm and collected while I am tortured by the same dream every day? How can you stand it?

    Even if you claim it’s over, there is always “What if?”
IB, sweetie, Gary is only acting. :iconshe-plz: He wants to be brave in front of you.

AAAAAAAA, I thought I'd celebrate the new updated version of the game "IB" by writing a one-shot on it. :dummy: Gosh, it's been so long since I've written something. I think I'm just honing my skills with some mysterious and scary genre. :iconnwthplz: not really///shot

Enjoy! :iconloveloveplz:
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entropys's avatar
That reminds me of Ib's nightmare in the game so muchhhhhhh
so good story : D

alsoyourdescriptionhasthebestNiconIveeverseen