The shorter male was suddenly surprised when Garry took his hand in his, squeezing it lightly. climbs down the stairs first, Garry close behind. Once the statue was gone the rose returns to its original form. With one hit he smashed the statue in pieces, clearing their path. For once he was not scared by the art in the gallery. Stepping back he swings it grinning as the thought of revenge washed over him. He returned it back to Garry, who was surprised how light it is when he took it in hands. took it and the instant his fingers touches the flower it changes to a hummer. It will be easier than pressuring your muscles to move it- he explains and Garry nodded handing him the blue rose. Your rose, I can change her into a weapon. glasses at Garry and held out his hand to him. They reached another staircase, blocked by one of the headless statues. Garry couldn’t see his reaction, but the tensing in the other’s shoulders gave him idea what the topic could be. His attention was caught by a giggle, Ib whispering something in the other male ear. Guessing there is no point in arguing at least they are locked here. Garry tried to protest, but the other was already ahead of him. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, peering at Garry- Follow me and tries to keep your mouth shut. Than can’t you get us out of here?-Garry snapped, his patience growing tine. Apparently the blood connection between me and my grandfather allows me to control somehow this place and everything in it. Gary blinked, his eyes locked on the white rose- How did you do it?
The other male retrieve the weapon in its original form. Be careful with that-Garry yelped, jumping back. That startled Garry, who was sitting too close, the tip only an inch from his face. She used my kindness and tried to eliminate me to get out in the real world- he admitted, pulling out his rose. Yes I was scared, but it was all gone when I met Mary or I thought so. He told them everything while they were walking only stopping, because Ib was tired and hardly kept up with them.
They were currently sitting on the staircase Ib and Mary came from. Weren’t you scared all by yourself? - Ib eyes were wide and curious. It was a miracle someone from the outside world actually survived that long.
#Garry ib how to#
The older male was not sure how to react to this. Let me get this straight! You are related to the artist, who created all this?- Garry hesitantly asked when finished his story. Eventually my memories faded and I begin to believe I am part of the gallery myself. I counted time through the frame, watching people come and went by every single day. Soon I realized I was captive in the world created by my grandfather for five years. When I opened my eyes I was captured in this alternate reality. Everyone disappeared and the lights went out.
I was on the edge of losing my mind until one day during an exhibition, where I was responsible for the organization it happens. The pills I was supposed to take made it even worse.
#Garry ib professional#
I thought I was going crazy, looking for professional help, which doesn’t end up well. I have no idea when I fall asleep in the first place. I almost fall of the edge the roof of the collage building during lunch break. I was waking up on places far away from home, guessing I was sleepwalking.
During lectures in the collage I even saw hidden messages in my notebook. I thought it was because of stress and lack of sleep, but it got even worse. I was hearing voices around me, but there was no one beside me there.
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