A/N: This is my first real attempt at this. I hope it is okay. I plan for this to have multiple chapters centering around the changes going through the gallery may have caused in the characters' lives.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ib.

Title: Bunnies

She used to love bunnies.

But now, returning to her room, stuffed toy rabbits everywhere, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

They looked so cute, so cuddly, so... welcoming.

But even then she could not bring herself to cross the threshold into the room.

A room filled with bunnies. So cute. She wanted to pet them...

She shook her head in an attempt to clear it.

Garry, tense and uncomfortable. Mary calling him a weirdo, insisting they were cute. Voicing her agreement with Mary.

They were just harmless toys. Soft, comforting, adorable...but their black eyes seemed so cold.

But that was impossible, wasn't it? They weren't real. But neither was Mary.

But she was real, even when she wasn't. She moved, breathed, felt...hurt. She hadn't been real but she still hurt. She'd tried to kill her. She'd tried to kill Garry.

She jumped, seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. But... no, just the shadow of a stuffed bunny shifting, growing, and shrinking with the light of a car passing by outside her window.

Returning to the room. Garry, insane. Slapping him. Once. Twice. His eyes finally losing their glassy quality and awareness slowly seeping back in. Squeezing him tight. Whispering again and again inaudibly "Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Garry. Garry, no. Please. Please. Pretty please?"

She put one foot through the door, keeping the other in the doorway. Flicking on the light switch she was sure for a second all of their eyes had glowed red. She brought her foot back to meet the other and contemplated sleeping on the couch.

Garry trembling. Checking the room a final time. Reading through a book on the shelf a second time. If your spirit suffers too much, you will soon start to hallucinate. And in the end you will be destroyed. And more worrying yet is that you will not even be conscious of that fact. Replacing the book onto the shelf. Garry muttering "stupid dolls" as they left the room.

Glancing around the room warily, she flicked the lights back off.

The toybox. Mary. Garry. Creepy dolls with red eyes everywhere. Mannequin heads. Headless statues. Running. Garry, rendered momentarily motionless from the sight of their smallest enemies, crying out, "Not those dolls again!"

She shut the door and pulled out an extra blanket from the closet.

Escaping. Resting next to Garry who was even more out of breath than she. Garry grumbling about the dolls again. Dolls... Wait. The room full of bunnies. Garry had called them dolls. There had been a book. Garry had explained what hallucinations were to her when she had asked. "Seeing things that weren't really there," he had said.

She looked down at her clothing. She was still in her day clothes. But she'd have to go back into her room to get her sleepwear.

Realization. Tugging Garry along, bringing him back to the room. Him refusing to go near it. She had begged him to just come with her so she could peek inside. Not enter, just glance in. He had followed her reluctantly. Cracking the door open, her heart pounding and breaths short, she had peeked inside... And had seen it for what it was in the warped reality they were in. A room full of dolls. Dolls made of fabric so black it seemed like their bodies were made from darkness. Dolls with thick, sickly yellow hair. Dolls with red, glowing eyes and unnaturally wide smiles. Her dear bunnies had really been these?

She sighed and shuffled over to the couch. Using the armrest as a makeshift pillow, she laid down and pulled the blanket over herself. She curled up uncomfortably, her clothes bunching up and the elastic of her skirt biting into her skin. She went to sleep.

The next morning she told her parents she was too old for dolls, especially bunnies.

She had felt guilty when her parents looked hurt at the idea of throwing away their gifts to her.

She had backpedaled. She'd insisted they donate them like she had seen on tv during the holiday season. They eventually relented to her demand.

Even with the guilt, she couldn't help the relief she felt as a person came and took the overflowing box of stuffed toys away.