Hey, so this is the first chapter of my Ib story, it's basically like in the description and picture if Garry was the young hero and Ib the older guardian…person. However this story is going to have my own little twist meaning it's not going to be entirely based on the Ib story, there will be a few of my own touches, there might be a few character death and there might not be….who knows? Please remember to review and favorite if you like the story so far but if you're a lurker than that's fine to, oh and there will be no Garry x Ib pairing unless you squint, do a backflip, and give me 20 bucks. Also yes I will still be working on my Corpse Party story but I noticed how much mistakes are in it so I'm probably going to edit all of it than post some new chapter

The stone walls cast a looming shadow over the two making it have a sort of desolate feeling to it; there were also vines that climbed up the walls that gave the museum a sort of elegant feeling. The chilly and frigid air also sent chills up his body but the warm hand he was holding made him feel slightly better.

"Come on Garry, you'll be warmer once we go in the museum," His mother commented.

Garry in return nodded his head and started climbing up the stone steps. With each step he wobbled a bit but was determined to climb this mountain of gray stone. When he climbed the last step he grinned triumphantly and when he looked at his mom who was positively beaming at him his smile grew even more.

"Good job Garry! You are quite the climber!" His mother complimented "But now let's go inside.

Once the two entered they were greeted with a flush of hot air produced by the central heat of the museum. Even though they had just entered they were greeted by colorful walls of paintings and each one seemed to splash the plain white wall with a burst of color and the whole museum smelled of very old acrylic and oil based paints. And it seemed there were not just paintings but all kinds of other creations as well. In Garry's young mind it as like they had just stepped into a huge painting, full of colors and light. Like a whole new world where paintings are alive and where slashes of paint warped into new sceneries.

"Do you think you could adventure through the art gallery while I pay for admission? His mother asked, snapping Garry out of his art induced trance.

"Yes!" Garry replied while puffing out his chest to try to make himself look stronger.

Doing so made his mother laugh and put a gently hand on his curly light purple hair "Aright my brave adventurer, just make sure you don't disturb the other people browsing the gallery."

Garry gave his mom a nod and scampered off, determined to prove to his mom that he was brave enough to traverse through the art gallery alone. Along the way he gazed at the numerous paintings plastered against the walls. Try as he might though he couldn't really read some of the titles, there were a lot of really complicated words his nine year old mind couldn't decode. There were not only paintings there were sculptures to. One sculpture Garry found particularly interesting was one of a big blue rose. Near the sculpture was a plaque with the sculptures name on it, but like with all the other art he couldn't read it.

"'Em-em…bodi…" Garry muttered, trying to sound it out.

"The name is 'Embodiment of Spirit'" A kind voice suddenly said.

Turning around Garry saw that the source of the voice was from a very tall lady. She had brown chocolate colored hair and was wearing a long blackish greenish looking coat with brown fur on it.

"Oh…thanks…" Garry thanked her, feeling very shy all of a sudden.

"You're welcome," She replied with a smile "It's nice to see someone so young interested in art, you must be having a fun time adventuring through this museum."

Garry could tell with only a few seconds of talking to this person that she was well…very nice. Overall this person seemed bright and inviting, she also seemed very classy. However Garry's limited vocabulary could only describe her as 'very pretty and nice.'

"Well what are you doing standing around here? Shouldn't you be exploring more? I bet there are a bunch of other things that are waiting for you to discover them!" The kind lady declared brightly.

Realizing that he did indeed had more to explore Garry nodded and ran off, eager to discover more. Traveling past sculptures and paintings Garry finally ended up in a quite white hallway. The only thing of art he found was a big painting with all these colors merged together. Although it was eerily quiet in the hallway Garry was determined to be a brave adventurer and discover what was up with that painting. Taking careful steps toward the painting Garry went up to it and examined it. Upon closer inspection the whole thing was like different paintings clashed together, it was another painting world. And at the bottom of the painting was a little golden plaque that had the title of this piece.

It took a little bit but Garry managed to figure out what it said "F-ab..ri …ca ted…er…Fabricated…World…Fabricated World?"

Garry looked curiously at the painting again, he of course had no idea what 'fabricated' meant but the 'world' part was a clue that this painting was indeed supposed to be another world, but as soon as Garry realized this the lights suddenly flickered and for a second the whole hallways was completely dark making Garry scream in fright. However after a few seconds the lights tuned back on 'T-that was scary…I mean that was nothing! But I think I should go meet up with mom….' Deciding that was the right course Garry made his way out of the hallway in search of his mom. Though as he continued his search he realized that the museum didn't have any people in it, he was all alone, plus to make matters worse it seemed like the lighting of museum dimmed quite a bit making the paintings and sculptures cast and eerie shadow.

At the same time Garry was beginning to panic, for he was alone in this big dark scary place 'I-I shouldn't panic…this is like a part of my adventure! Ya…' Though as much as Garry wanted to think positive he was too scared, but when he stumbled upon another painting he screamed in fight. The paintings was so big it seemed they had to place it on the floor, but what scared Garry was it was a painting of the ocean and of a big deep sea fish that looked like it was staring at him with its big blank eyes. As much as Garry wanted to turn away in fight he found himself edging closer and closer to it 'What a strange painting…'Sliding under the red rope that was around the painting Garry stood and looked at the painting before cautiously stepping on it with his foot. Instated of the painting being solid it felt like the painting was some sort of liquid, like actual water. Since Garry was unprepared for it to be so he slipped into the painting and was soon slowly drifting down under the painting and falling in a deep unconsciousness.

'Black…that's all I see, and I'm floating, I see nothing…nothing but darkness, maybe I'm just sleeping, no this feels way too real. Then where am I? A-and where's' my mom? I'm getting scared…' Though as much as Garry wanted to scream for help he was unable to do so, he throat could not perform that task as much as he tried. Even as panic started to creep in his mind he was unable to do anything but stay still and stay floating in the black void. As he continued to float in the everlasting blackness he thought he saw a light '….wait what is that…a light? That light… it's it feels so weird, it's not warm but it's like giving off something, maybe, it's lonely? I think I should try comforting it, plus I'm lonely to….' It seemed the light read Garry's thoughts for the light soon started to envelop him in its illumination and as it covered his body the last thing Garry heard was a quite plea for help.

Garry felt himself hit the ground with a thud. Although he was sure he fell with a great amount of force he did not trip or sway out of lack as balance. The first thing he noticed without even opening his eyes was dank and oily smell that filled his nose. Quickly opening his eyes upon the realization of the musty smell of this place Garry screamed with fright. Colorful walls greeted him, paintings off all sorts were scattered across the wall but instead of a warm feeling the paintings gave off an ominous feeling, and the smell of acrylic paint lingered in the musty air 'W-what is this place? And what am I doing here? I want my mom! I want to go him.'

Soon Garry was crying, hot tears streaked down his face and his chest heaved with each sob. Unknowingly stepping back from the wall of paintings Garry bumped into a solid object, which made him quickly turned around in fright, but was somewhat relieved to find that it was just a table with a vase filled with water, but in the vase a beautiful blue rose, the rose was too beautiful to be real 'Wow this rose…it's so pretty!' At first Garry thought it was fake because of its coloring, for how can a rose be blue? The only rose he saw before were red ones and those were in a picture book he was reading. But upon closer inspection it seemed so real…and the rose…it was like it was calling him…like it was meant for him. Garry didn't know if he would get in trouble if he took it but he really wanted it.

Finally Garry decided to gently take the rose. When he did he felt a warm and inviting feeling rush over him 'This rose…I get the feeling that this rose is important…I better not lose it…but where am I?' I seemed the rose also gave him a new rush of confidence and took his mind of the situation for the time being. 'Maybe I should stay put and wait for help…but then again maybe this is part of my adventure! Ya!' With the rose in hand Garry started walking through the hallways of paintings, hoping to find a way out of this desolate place.