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The Forgotten Portrait - after the incident -

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Warning: May contain spoilers for the the game " Ib "! Those who did not play it, read this story at your own risk!!! seriously, you could get really messed up!

I decided to head back to the Art Gallery one day for old times sake. 
There was a certain painting I want to see...
What was it called again?
" The Forgotten Portrait "...
For some reason, I had a feeling I know the person in the painting...

After I had paid the admission to enter I headed upstairs to where the painting was.
I was hoping that no one would be around early in the morning so that why I'm here early...
But then I stopped.

Sitting there, in front of the portrait was a strange girl.

I could only see the back of her...
She had red hair that went past her shoulder length.
I believe she's wearing a strapless dress colored pink.
But after I blinked, it was blue.
She also had white wings with a blue aura glow.
I thought personally it could be costume wings the glow was an effect.
But as I went a bit closer they were real...
I sat beside her and saw that the front of her hair covers her left eye.

" Could she had been in a accident? " I wondered

Her right eye was fine and it was red. 
The look on her face was a sad one.
She was crying....
I leaned a bit and saw a strange creature siting by her.
I thought I was dreaming because it looked so real.
I thought I was back in " Fabricated World "....
But if I did....
I'd be holding a rose...

I leaned a bit more forward to take a look at the creature and it looked at me!
I blinked and it blinked back
I heard a shuffling noise and saw the girl's hand moved and touched the creature, petting it....

" .... What are you looking at, Dylan? " 

Dylan?
She named the fox creature Dylan?
I pondered a bit till felt a tap on my shoulder.
I freaked out a bit

" I'm sorry, did I startle you....? " 

I looked at person talking to me.
It was the girl.
She had a kind smile on her face...
But to me...
It pains me a little.
I don't know why.....

" Hey.... Could you tell me your name? " 

I looked at her.
Her red eyes were sparkling.
I suddenly realize that I should give out my name

" I'm Ib, what's your name? "

I thought I maybe sounded a bit cheesy to her.
But the look on her says she didn't care.

" I'm Blaze. "

Blaze? As in " fire " ?
I wonder why she's here.

" Why are you here? " 

Yup, I sounded cheesy alright.
I looked at her again.
Her smiled faded a bit.
I was surprised.

" I came here to see him again "

Him? Who's she talking about?

" See that man? "

She pointed at the portrait.
I looked up to see the sleeping man in the picture.
He looked awfully familiar to me.

" Yeah? So? "

" His name's Garry. "

It struck me hard to realize that the man is no other then my friend Garry!
The same person who helped me in " Fabricated World "!!!
But I wonder why she knew him....

" How do you know Garry? "

" Oh? You know him too? I live with him "

She lives with him...
But I wonder why she's here then.
Was she evicted or something?
No...
Maybe she came here because of some other reason....

" He told me he's going out for a bit. "

I looked at Blaze.
Garry told her he's going out to the museum alone....
Should I tell her that he's dead?

" He never called me.... So I went out to find him "

She went looking for him....
Does she know yet?

" I asked the people about him and they said he went to this museum "
" I went in there and looked around... "
" And then... I found this portrait of him sleeping "

She looked up at the portrait again.
I should tell her

" Blaze... Garry IS the Forgotten Portrait. He's actually dead "

She looked at me, tears in her eyes.
It pains me to do this but I have to tell her....

" He helped me out in a place called " Fabricated world " and we ....."

I told her....
I told her everything....
Every word I spoke brought her down in more tears.
I finished telling her everything...
She's still crying...
I tried to comfort her....
She calmed a bit....
Dylan, her fox-creature pet, looked at me with such sad eyes....

" I'm sorry, there's nothing you can do "

" it's alright... I understand " 

She stood up, the helm of her dress covers her feet.
She slipped on something over her shoulders...
Dylan jumped on her head as she walked away.
I noticed what she was wearing.
A tattered coat....
The same one Garry wore
I ran and caught up to her.
She looked at me confused.

" Where did you get that coat? "

She blinked.
I was sure that the coat was the same on Garry had

" From home, Garry has a bunch of these "

I knew it.
It was the same coat.
I suddenly realized what I was doing and let go.

" I have to go home now.... I have to feed Dylan "

Dylan looked down, complaining

" Yes yes I know, Bye Ib "

She waved at me and left.
I waved a little.
I turned back at the Forgotten Portrait.
I smiled then left.
I'm older now....
But that doesn't mean that the memory of mine and Garry's adventure would disappear....

- End -

My first Ib story.
I decided to include my OC in it...
Ib's POV
Yes haters are gonna hate.

( I never played it so I just watch walkthroughs and believe me, I tottally do not want to play it... Risks my own life here )

It's long...but I decided to make it longer
( as for Blazes pet... I cant figure out a good name so I decided on :iconmilizapiainc:'s Dylan's name instead )

Garry, "The Forgotten Portrait " and Ib belongs to Kouri
Blaze belong to :iconblazetheangelqueen:
© 2012 - 2024 BlazetheAngelQueen
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As much as I'd like to comment on why Blaze's outfit had a random palette change and how Ib can interpret more complex ideals such as death considering that she's friggin' nine years old, why did she say that it's only been a few hours since Garry left when Ib just came back to the museum a few days after?

And dude, don't write anything if you didn't even play it! You could've gotten a shitton of factoids wrong!